Cara sat stiffly next to Alex in the first class section of the airplane. The air between them was heavy with anger. She tried to make herself as small and quiet as possible, knowing she was responsible for the fury in his eyes that made even the experienced flight attendant approach him warily. After the stewardess had supplied them both with drinks and quickly departed, Alex finally turned to confront her.
His eyes stabbed into hers as he swallowed his scotch in one quick gulp. “You fucking lied to me, Cara. Do you know how mad I am at you right now?”
She turned her face away, nervously sipping on her wine and shrugged her shoulders. “You would have made me quit my job.”
He grabbed her chin and forced her gaze to meet his. “Damn right, I would have made you quit.” His fingers tightened as he bent closer. “So you just decided to keep me out of the loop completely? Is that it? Is that what it has come down to between us? Lies and deceit?”
She bit her lip and tried to explain. “It wasn’t really a lie…” Her voice stuttered to a halt as he laughed incredulously.
“Don’t play word games with me, sweetheart. You deliberately kept me in the dark about the whole situation. A co-worker harasses you and stalks you, and you didn’t feel like I needed to know this?”
She shook her head. “It just wasn’t that bad…at least at first. I thought…I thought I could handle him myself. I knew you’d overreact…”
“Overreact? You damn near get raped by this maniac, and you were afraid I’d overreact?”
“Oh, Alex, do you think I don’t know now that I should have told you everything? I know it was stupid to try to take care of it by myself. But…” she shrugged again, “you just get so jealous sometimes. Remember that waiter at The Harbor House? And that cab driver in New York?”
He finally released her chin and turned to stare off into the distance. “Jealous? Funny, I see it as love. They were both out of line. What did you want me to do? Pretend that I thought what they said about you was funny? That it was okay to be rude and obnoxious to my fiancée?”
“No, of course not. But you just got so mad, and I was afraid that this time…well, I didn’t know what you might do.”
“Well….that’s just great. I’m glad to know that my fiancée thinks I’m a raving lunatic who might at any moment commit murder. Is that what you’re saying? You think I would have beat the crap out of him? Killed him? What a lack of faith you have in me. That doesn’t say much about our relationship if you think I’m incapable of controlling myself. Is that who you think I am?”
“No, darling, of course not.” She reached out to touch his hand as it lay clenched on the armrest. “It’s just…I’m not used to someone like you. My father was such a meek person. And you’re so different. So bold and physical. I just have to get used to you.”
“No, baby. You just have to understand who you belong to now. Me. You are mine, and I need to figure out how to get that to sink into that confused brain of yours. You are mine and I will do anything…anything to protect what belongs to me.”
“No…just leave me alone. I need to think about this.”
He leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes, leaving Cara to thumb through a magazine and try to understand what he was going through. She knew she was wrong. That was the worst thing. He was a very possessive man, very dominant. He would never have put up with the way she was being treated at work. And she had known that. Why hadn’t she told him?
The minutes continued to tick by. Cara squirmed in her seat, darting glances out of the corner of her eye. Trying to figure out what he was thinking. What he was going to do. Finally, he drew in a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“Okay. This I think is the issue…do you trust me?” He looked deeply into her eyes, as though seeking the answer to his question in her very soul.
“Trust you? Of course…”
“Really? And you showed how much you trusted me by lying to me?” He shook his head. “And if you don’t trust me, how can I trust you?”
She bit her lip and looked down at the hands clasped in her lap. What he was saying really hit home. She hadn’t acted like she trusted him. How could she expect him to trust her now?
He spoke again. “I want you to get up right now and go to the toilet. Take off your clothes. Everything. When you hear a knock, open the door.”
A test. He was testing her. He wanted her to prove her trust. But what if someone else knocked? What if she opened the door and someone else was there? So here was the test. Did she trust him to ensure that no one else knocked on that door? Or would he punish her by letting her suffer the embarrassment of appearing before a stranger completely naked? She studied his face for a long moment. A test and a punishment, then. Because the wait for him would be agonizing…alone and nude, waiting for him, wondering. Could she do it? If she couldn’t, what would that mean for their relationship? Would he end it over this? She was very afraid she would. His gaze met hers unflinchingly. Finally she nodded and rose.
She made her way slowly to the rear toilets, which were both unoccupied. Thank goodness. At least, if someone did come, there would be an available toilet. She entered the door to the left. The room was small and cool. A mirrored vanity directly across from the toilet. She raised her hands and began unbuttoning her blouse. Within five minutes she had stripped completely and folded her clothes. She stacked them neatly on the closed toilet lid and stood waiting. So far no one had knocked.
The minutes continued to tick by. Her nipples beaded tightly from the chill air, and she raised her hands to run them up and down her arms which were pebbly with goosebumps. She studied her reflection in the mirror. Her face was pale, her lips bright red in contrast. Her long dark hair hung in a silky curtain down her back.
She looked toward the door. Who would be on the other side when the knock came? Had she messed up so much that Alex felt like she deserved to be embarrassed and humiliated as an abject lesson in lying? Did he want to see her learn the error of angering him? Or did she trust Alex enough to protect her here? Would he guard the door, allowing no one to enter except himself? As her thoughts circled around and around her head, she felt a clarity she had not felt before. How stupid she was. Of course he would protect her…from everything. Including herself and her own foolishness.
The knock startled her from her thoughts. Shakily she reached out toward the door handle. The chill of the metal made her shiver. For a moment she paused. But a moment only.
Her hand pressed down, and the door swung inward.
Alex stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His eyes traveled up and down her body as she stood before him, his face completely expressionless. She couldn’t read any of his thoughts, nothing. He was so controlled. So unemotional. It worried her. Was he pleased that she had done what he had said? Still angry? The silence drew out as he continued to just look at her. She felt each glance as it moved over her breasts, her rigid nipples, and lower, over the feminine curve of her waist, to linger at the apex of her thighs. Lifting her arms, she moved to cover her breasts, but he halted her. “No.” He shook his head. “Keep them at your sides.”
She bit her lip and looked down, but did what he ordered. Her discomfort grew. And so, amazingly, did her arousal. As embarrassing as this was, there was something in Alex’s manner, in the very control she had practically accused him of not having. Something exciting. Something dangerous. The seconds ticked by for what seemed like an eternity, but was actually only a few minutes. Finally he said, “Turn around and face the mirror.”
She had been avoiding that mirror since that earlier look, not wanting to see the apprehension, the realization that she had really messed up, on her face. But she didn’t want to anger him further. She turned toward the mirror and slowly lifted her eyes until she met his in the reflection. “I want you to touch yourself.” His eyes darkened, and she thought she saw some emotion flicker in their green depths, but it was quickly gone. She nervously licked her lips. “Touch your breasts,” he directed.
She froze. Why was he doing this? Hadn’t she proved she trusted him by waiting here…nude…for him? Wasn’t that enough? Even as she thought it, she knew that it wasn’t. She knew what he needed from her. He needed to know that she trusted him, yes. But he also needed to know that she was willing to make up for her mistake. He needed to exert control over her, to know that she understood that she belonged to him.
“Do it, Cara. Now.”
Her eyes still locked with his, she slowly raised her hands and cupped them beneath her breasts. His eyes dropped to follow the movement as she squeezed and caressed them. “Your nipples—pinch them.” Another order. She swallowed, but obeyed, tugging on the hard nubs. “Harder.” They tightened even more, and she let out a soft gasp as
she did as she was told, feeling the burn and tingle all the way to her clit.
“Good. That’s very nice, Cara. Now, I want you to touch yourself lower. Run your hands down your belly.” She obeyed, feeling mindless now, but so excited she could hardly contain it. “Nice, sweetheart. Spread your legs.” His eyes rose to meet hers again, and she could see them blazing now with heat, no longer indifferent. No longer cool. Knowing that he was getting just as excited as she was made her even hotter.
Obeying, she moved her feet apart, and his eyes dropped again to stare at her cunt, the blonde curls moist with arousal. “Touch your pussy now. Use your finger to spread the lips open for me. Play with yourself.”
Easing her fingers down slowly, she did as she was told. Pulling the lips apart, she rubbed her fingers through the slick fluids that coated her heated flesh. Her fingers circled around her clit, stroking over it, moaning with the feelings she was arousing in herself, enjoying Alex’s eyes on her.
He encouraged her. “Yes, Cara. Yes, that’s very good. You like that, don’t you? So do I.”
Suddenly there was a knock on the door. “Hello? Is anyone in there?”
Alex smiled. “Yes. This one is occupied.” He raised his voice in response to the query. They could hear the grumbling as the person moved away.
Cara had jerked at the first knock. Her hand halted it’s movements. But Alex told her, “Don’t stop. Keep on.”
“But what if…”
“Do it, Cara. Do it now. Touch yourself some more.”
Taking a deep breath, she moved her hand back between her legs. Parting the lips again, she used her finger to explore herself even more, tracing over ever slick fold.
“Push your finger inside.” After several long moments, Alex ordered gruffly.
She eased her middle finger up into her tight channel, pulling it out and pushing it back in. “Use two.” Another order.
She added a second finger to the first, slowly at first, but speeding up faster and faster, conscious every moment of Alex’s eyes on her in the mirror, watching as she fucked herself with her fingers. God, she was getting closer and closer to orgasm. With each stroke of her fingers, she could feel the peak approaching.
Yes, it was going to feel so good. Her eyes began drifting closed as she got closer and closer…
“Stop!” Alex’s harsh command penetrated the aroused fog that was taking over Cara’s every thought.
Her eyes flew open and her hand jerked away from her body.
“What? Why did you stop me? I was so close.” Cara cried out.
He just shook his head. “I don’t want you to cum. Not yet.”
“Why? Why not?”
He didn’t answer. Just looked at her. “Lick your fingers.”
Her eyes widened. “What?”
“You heard me. I want you to lick your juice from your fingers. Every drop.”
Almost without being aware of what she was doing, she raised her hand to her mouth. Her tongue darted out to taste the cum that covered her fingers.
“All of it. Lick it all off.” She proceeded to do as she was told, licking her cum-covered fingers slowly, pulling the taste into her mouth, all the while staring at Alex. His eyes darkened as he watched her tongue flicker in and out of her mouth.
Just as she was about to lick the last of it from her index finger, Alex’s hand reached out to grab hers. Bending forward, he pulled her hand up and opened his mouth. His lips closed hotly around the finger, and he began sucking the last bit of cum off, his eyes stabbing into hers. With each pull of his mouth, she felt an answering pulse in her pussy.
When he was done, he drew them from his mouth and smiled. “Get dressed, Cara. I think we’ve been in here long enough. The plane will be landing soon.”
With that he opened the door to leave. As he moved out of the small room, he glanced back. “Don’t make yourself cum, Cara. Not until I’m buried in that sweet pussy. Do you understand?”
She nodded, and he closed the door.
She dressed quickly, not looking at herself in the mirror again until she was fully clothed. Then she peered at herself. Her face was flushed, but her makeup wasn’t too bad. She smoothed down her hair and turned to the door. As she left the bathroom, she wondered what else Alex had planned in order to teach her who was in charge in their relationship. The throbbing in her pussy from her near-orgasm reminded her with every step she took down the aisle toward her seat just who that was.
When she reached her seat, she just had time to sit down before the announcement came over the intercom that they were about to land. Alex turned to help her fasten her seatbelt. His hand brushed over her sensitive nipples, and she bit her lip to hold back the moan. She was so on edge, she could hardly stand it. His eyes met hers, and he smiled. Tentatively she smiled back. It was the first smile they had exchanged since he had discovered her lies. She felt the glimmerings of relief that he might be ready to forgive her for the mistakes she had made.
After he had fastened his own seatbelt, he reached out to clasp her hand in his as the plane descended. Her pussy throbbed as his thumb moved in a caressing motion across the back of her hand. As the plane descended, he raised her hand and drew in a deep breath, and she blushed, knowing that he would still be able to smell her arousal on her skin. His tongue darted out to taste the flesh, and she tightened her hand around her own. “I love you,” she whispered.
He leaned down to drop a kiss on her parted lips. “I love you, too,” he said against her mouth, just before his tongue breached the barrier of her lips and plundered the moist inner softness. It was a kiss of claiming, of ownership. His mouth hardened, possessed, aroused. When he drew back, she was breathing deeply. “You belong to me, Cara.” His eyes searched hers and she nodded. “I’m so sorry, Alex. So sorry.”
He nodded. “I know you are. But what I want to know is that nothing…nothing like this will ever happen again. You must trust me. Trust my love. Trust my control. I will protect you…from yourself, if necessary. Even from me, from my own anger and fear. You have to believe that or we have nothing.”
She nodded, tears welling in her eyes. “I do know that. I do.”
He hugged her and then sat back, his hand still holding hers, and she began to finally feel like things were going to be all right.
After the plane landed, they disembarked. “Mr. Drake?” a uniformed chauffeur stepped forward to meet them. “Your car is this way, sir.”
“Thank you,” Alex nodded and, with his hand nestled against Cara’s spine, he directed her to follow behind the driver. Again, Cara was aware of the tenderness between her thighs, the unrequited need for release. She hoped that he was planning on finishing what had been started earlier once they reached their hotel. God, she needed him so much. So much.
After he had helped her into the back of the limo, he spoke briefly to the chauffer and then climbed in beside her. The car pulled away from the curb and Alex dropped his hand onto her knee. She glanced up at him, but he was staring out the window, seemingly absorbed in the scenery as it flashed by. For a long time, there was complete silence in the limousine. Finally, Alex reached forward to depress a button and a piece of opaque glass slid up, separating the driver from the occupants in the back of the vehicle.
His hand reached out to brush over her cheek, and he turned her to face him. His hand stroked over her jawline as his eyes studied her face so closely that she felt as though he were looking into her soul. His fingers probed her lips, brushing back and forth across her lips until she parted them. Pushing his them into her mouth, he told her, “Suck it.” When she did as he said, his eyes darkened with passion.
He withdrew his thumb and moved his hand onto the back of her head, pushing her down until her face was at his crotch. She could see the hardness of his erection pressing against the grey wool of his slacks. Her hands quickly dispensed with his belt and zipper. Then she pushed eased his boxers down over the hard shaft. Her hand reached out to wrap around him and his hands entangled themselves in her hair. She stroked up and down on his erection, her hands tightened around the reddening flesh, her thumb stroking over the plum-shaped head.
She bent and her tongue tasted the pre-cum which oozed from the tiny slit on the tip.
“Yes. Yes, that feels good.”
Taking her time, she kissed and licked every inch of his cock until his hands tightened in her hair and directed her back to the tip. “Suck it. Suck it in, Cara.” Alex’s gruff tone revealed his need. She obeyed, taking the head in her mouth and sucking strongly on it. His hips arched up into her, pressing himself deeper into her mouth. “Take it all, Cara. Suck it all in.”
She took a deep breath and relaxed her jaw, following the direction of his hands as they pushed her farther and farther down. As his cock hit the back of her throat, she gagged slightly and then slowly allowed him to press himself deeper and deeper until her nose was buried into the crisp hair at the base of his shaft. He held her there for several long moments, and it became harder and harder for her to remain still. At last he let her pull back and catch her breath. Then he pressed her down again, not as far this time.
He set up a steady rhythm. Her mouth sucked and licked around his cock with each withdrawal. Her pussy was wet and dripping with arousal as she watched the expression on his face, his muscles tensing, feeling the grip of his hands around her skull.
Suddenly he pulled her off him. “I want to fuck you, Cara. I want to cum in that hot, tight little pussy of yours. Take off your panties.”
She reached beneath her skirt and gripped the top of her underwear, sliding them down her legs in the cramped space. Then his hands were pulling her on top of him, sliding her knees on either side of his hips, and she reached down to hold his cock, moving it until it pressed against her aching cunt. His hands gripped her hips and, gazing with a fiery passion into her eyes, he pressed her down, hard, and she felt him enter her in one swift thrust.
“Fuck me,” he said. Resting her hands on his shoulders, she began to move. Slowly at first, and then faster and faster, she lifted herself up and thrust herself back down on his rigid flesh, her pussy parting and sucking him in with each motion. She felt his cock rubbing against her g-spot and her orgasm, so long delayed, so much desired, approached with ever-increasing speed.
His hand reached between them to rub across her clit, faster and faster. “I want you to cum, baby. I want to feel you cum all over me.”
She cried out and began moving faster and faster. That place inside her tightened, and tightened, and tightened, until she thought she was going to explode. And then….she did. Her juice gushed out of her and she screamed as she came. “That’s it, baby. That’s it. Oh, god. I’m cumming, sweetheart.”
As her climax faded and pulsed around his shaft, she felt the hot jets of his cum filling her, his face a tight mask of erotic need, and his mouth closed over hers, wetly claiming her mouth as his cock had claimed her body.
Shaking, weak, she collapsed on top of him and his arms came up to enclose her in a protective and loving circle. “I love you, I love you.” She whispered over and over. And she did. She loved and trusted him. Never again would she risk what she had with this man. Never.