I heard my heavy breathing, the scattered sounds moving into a blossoming moan. Goosebumps had popped along almost every inch of my skin, igniting the fire burning within. I gathered a whiff of my feminine wiles, my pussy quivering and clenching, the light touch almost bringing me to an orgasm.
"Mmmm... There are many beautiful ways to make love, cherie. A mere touch can bring a woman more pleasure than the act itself."
His words were little more than a whisper, a reminder of just how powerful he truly was.
I licked my lips and leaned further forward, hungry to give him anything that he asked. There was no shame in desire. Was there? Would we have this kind of electricity soaring between us if danger wasn't involved?
I certainly wasn't going to find the answer.
His lips rolled across mine, so light in nature that I wasn't entirely certain it had happened. When he repeated the move, I fought to keep from reaching out, pulling him in even closer. The way his raspy tongue darted around my mouth was incredible, more pleasurable than the kisses I'd experienced from other men.
He pressed a series of kisses over every centimeter of my lips, the touch so enigmatic that I jutted my head forward, longing for more.
Ready to beg for more.
He brushed the backs of his fingers down the length of my arm, moving to my thigh.
I shifted even closer to the edge, my legs opening wider. It was as if my body had a mind of its own, responding to his provocative touches without my control.
"Pleasure and pain, the combination irresistible. Wouldn't you agree?" he asked in a seductive manner.
"Yes... I mean, yes, sir." I was far too mesmerized, almost desperately hungry, even famished.
I was only remotely aware that the glass had been taken out of my hand or that he'd eased me into a standing position. I fought to keep my eyes closed as his hands roamed my body, his touch alone bringing me to a heightened state of pleasure. I knew I was swaying forward and backward but was also aware that he'd catch me.
"Even methods of punishment can be used as tools to heighten ecstasy. Don't you agree, Willow?"
The hum of the plane was almost as intoxicating as his voice, allowing the moment to move into a surreal fashion. "Yes," I managed.
"Trust me, Willow."
I knew he was unbuttoning my jeans, peeling away the edges, taking far too much time to slide the dense material over my hips. All I could think about was the flight attendant watching from the shadows. Had she seen this before? Had she watched as the powerful man dominated woman after woman? By all rights I should be humiliated, but for some insane, wicked, and bizarre reason, the entire moment was stimulating.
Brutally exciting.
He tugged my jeans down to my knees, muttering various words in Russian. I heard his exaggerated deep breath, as if he was drinking in my scent, savoring my fragrance.
I was lulled into a fantasy world, concentrating on the sounds of the engine, the way the vibrations seemed to be sliding directly into my pussy.
Aleksei shifted his hands around my hips, his strong fingers gripping my bottom, squeezing as he blew a swath of hot breath from one hip to the other.
I'd never been so wet, aching to the point my legs were shaking. I was forced to grip his shoulders as he caressed my ass cheeks, alternately running his fingers up and down the cleft.
"Discipline is good for the soul, allowing the mind to fly free. Punishment is required as a reminder," he said in an even but luxurious tone.
"Yes. I... agree."
"Pleasure for those who obey," he continued.
"Uh-huh."
I almost yelped when I felt his lips against my stomach, hungrily licking and nipping as his fingers continued to knead my bottom.
I threw my head back, allowing several moans to escape. The sensations were white hot, the intense electricity soaring. "Oh, God. Oh..."
He eased me over his lap, rubbing the small of my back for a few seconds. "I will always be truthful with you. I will always give you what you need. I will always discipline you as necessary, only punishing you when required."
His words sounded like a promise, like he was ready to commit to something other than being my abductor. I suddenly felt so small, more like a misbehaving child than anything else. I also wanted to please him. Why? Why did this man have some an extraordinary effect on me?
Because he knows you.
Because he adores you.
I planted one hand on the floor, whimpering as the vibrations of the plane shot through every cell and muscle.
"Pain is vital," he stated then smacked my bottom several times, moving from one side to the other.
I didn't yelp, nor was there any real feeling of anguish. I was simply tingling all over, desire roaring. I pressed my face against the cool leather, relaxing in his arms, almost excited for the spanking.
He brought the palm of his hand down several times, each one harder than the previous smack. As the sensations began to increase, tingling my legs, I found myself parting my legs and grinding my hips.
His cock was thick, hard, and throbbing.
I bit back a cry as the spanking became severe, Aleksei peppering my bottom. The sound of skin slapping against skin was far too enticing, mixing in with my scattered moans. This was sinful, amazing. I suddenly wanted Marlene to be standing behind us, watching his discipline of me, the way he controlled me.
I wanted her to know that he cared for me, protected me.
All the thoughts were muddled together as he refused to stop, moving swiftly from one side to the other, leaving me panting.