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ARIANA
I was staring out of the plane, trying to focus on anything but my hormones and my anxiety. I was anxious because I constantly had this feeling that Enzo was taking me to Paris. Even though I had told him that I didn't want to go there, I still had this feeling that he was taking me to Paris. And my hormones, well, let's just say, I was constantly having wildest thoughts and dreams about him.
I couldn't get the images out of my mind. Images of him fucking me in different ways, in different positions. I was constantly drinking slushed drinks to cool myself down, was constantly having cold showers to keep my body temperature to normal. It felt like I was constantly ovulating and my uterus was planning not to end it until Enzo would have his ways with me. Those thoughts were overly frustrating.
Still, I tried my best to avoid him until I could. It wasn't until we were high up in the sky, he started making his moves on me. He placed his hand on my thigh. He gently squeezed my thigh then started moving his hand in between my thighs. My breath caught on my throat when his hand was in between my thighs and his middle finger was touching the thin fabric of my panties.
I turned my head to glare at him but I was flabbergasted with the smirk he had on his face. Not that I hadn't seen it before. But I was seeing that smirk after a very long time. That smirk of his specifically meant that he was mischievous and in the mood.
When I decided to ignore him completely, he buried his face in the crock of my neck. He knew that it was my weakest point. And I couldn't resist him if he ever tried to initiate intimacy from my neck.
I was gasping for air as the pressure started building up in my abdomen. I wanted a release. As I was getting closer, Enzo pulled away from me. I was angry at him. For not letting me have my sweet release. He stood up and offered me his hand.
“Let's continue somewhere private. I don't want anyone to hear your pleased moans. Only those, where you scream my name to the world. That you belong to me.” Before I could give him a piece of my mind, he gave me the reason why he had to pull away from me all of a sudden. As his explanation was reasonable, I decided to listen to him. I stood up and he pulled me into the private room in his plane.
As soon as we were inside, he pushed me against the door and locked it with one hand. While with his free hand, he grabbed both of my wrists and pinned my hands above my head. He leaned into me. His face was so close to mine that I could count his lashes. And our lips were merely an inch apart from each other.
I was breathing heavily, as the taste of scotch in his mouth was making my head spin. Just the taste was making me feel intoxicated. Or maybe, it was his presence. At that moment, I just didn't care about the reason. I just wanted to forget about everything and everyone.
Enzo brushed his lips on mine. I whimpered, wanting to taste him. But he pulled away. He didn't kiss me. I was disappointed in a way but I tried to remain calm. I didn't want him to know that I was desperate for his touch. That I needed him.
Enzo was as merciless as he used to be. He made sure that I would beg for his attention. I was trying to fight it but the feeling was too powerful. “Say the word. I want to hear you say it. Say it.” It was more of an order I got from him. He wanted me to submit to him, just the way I used to do.
“I am not that same Ariana that used to submit to you. If you want to do it, just do it. I will not be begging you for your attention.” I tried to sound strong but my voice cracked twice and I was actually moaning those words out. To be honest, I was a second away from falling on my knees in front of him and begging him for his attention. For that sinful touch that I craved.
Smirking at my response, he pulled away from me. As his warmth left my body, I felt so cold that I wrapped my arms around my body, hoping to feel a little warm. I looked at him. He was actually enjoying how miserable I looked while he was waiting for me to beg him.
Just then, I realized something. I was a woman. I might have raging hormones but I don't get hard. I get wet. He was the one with disadvantage. I took a deep breath to calm myself down. Then I took my panties off and threw it at him. I could see that he was already getting hard just by looking at me.
My bold move did something. He caught my panties in his hand. When he changed his hand, I watched his fingers sticky with my arousal. And then, I watched his cock literally throbbing in his pants.
He tried to but he couldn't breathe without taking my scent in. I walked toward the bed, swaying my hips in a sexual way. Then I sat down on the edge of the bed and opened my legs wide.
I was glad that I decided to wear a long skirt that day. It gave me enough room so I could spread wide and give him a full view of my smooth pussy. It was glistening with my arousal already. At first, he tried to avoid looking at it. But soon, he couldn't look away no matter how hard he tried.