Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
Michael
You heard it here folks. Jazz and her doctor boyfriend, Dr. Michael Adams, have taken off for parts unknown. But have no fear, you know I will leave no stone unturned until I find them and bring you all the secrets they are trying to hide from you!
Jazz took the window seat which she always loved when they traveled together, and Michael sat next to her. The seats were roomy and the cabin huge, making him wonder why they’d never thought to travel by private plane before. Before take-off, he texted Jaxson to thank him again for his help and Troy to make sure everything was set up with the practice. Once he heard back from both assuring him everything was okay, he put the phone on airplane mode and waited to taxi down the runway for takeoff.
“So, what’s in Montana? You and I both know you are not a cowboy, so how on earth did you manage to arrange all of this?”
The thought of him as a cowboy and her his wild cowgirl needing tamed brought a smile to his face. He might have been unhappy when he realized the space between them, but there was never a moment he could think about a life without her.
She wasn’t wrong. He’d spent his entire life on the west coast living the California dream, so he didn’t blame her for being a little leery. “There is actually a ranch about ninety miles outside of Missoula, and that’s where we’re headed. We have to land there because it’s the closest major airport, but no worries, we have a ride already arranged to pick us up.” He grinned at her, having fun teasing her. It was time to work on moving past the anxiety of the morning.
“A ranch? As in horses, cows, and chickens? Like a ranch ranch?” She looked at him like he had two heads. “I’m sorry, but with all due respect, have you lost your mind? You’re taking me to a ranch? How do you even know someone who owns a ranch?” She asked as she took her thumb and rubbed it against her right palm. She always did that when she was nervous.
“Well, this isn’t your typical ranch. It’s quite special. It’s run for people in our lifestyle so they can live freely and without shame. It seems you could use a little bit of that right about now, wouldn’t you agree?”
“What?” she screeched and started to pull at her seatbelt. “I have to get off the plane. My so-called alternative lifestyle has been put out there for the world to see, and your answer is to take me to a fucking sex club in Montana that hides itself inside a ranch?”
“Jessica, I understand that things have been stressful for you since yesterday, but that is no reason to speak disrespectfully to me.” He turned his attention to the flight attendant who was approaching from the cockpit. “If you will excuse us, we are going to be in the back for a bit. We would appreciate it if we were not disturbed.”
After releasing his seatbelt, he reached over and did the same with hers. Then he stood and moved into the aisle stepping back to allow her the opportunity to go ahead of him. She glanced up at him, definitely leery of what he planned to do.
Michael realized that he’d made mistakes in how he’d handled what had happened, and that stopped now. He had allowed her to wallow in her feelings for too long, and she needed to understand that they still had boundaries in place, and one of those boundaries was that she was not allowed to disrespect him or their relationship, no matter where they were or what was going on in the world around them.
He led her to the private bedroom at the rear of the plane before closing them in and locking the door. “Strip,” he ordered.
“What? You can’t be serious. The flight attendant will hear what we’re doing.” She stood there and stared at him, her eyes wide as saucers.
“You should have thought of that before continuing to be rude to me. I do understand that you are feeling stressed this morning, but that’s no excuse to be so disrespectful to me. I’m the one who is here taking care of you. I warned you that if you didn’t stop, I would have to do something about it, and you didn’t stop, so here we are. Now don’t make things worse for yourself by disobeying me. Take everything off.”
He didn’t move, he remained by the door, his arms across his chest and waited for her to obey. This was a test. Was she going to comply? They both knew that he was not going to force her submission. He would stand there and wait for her to give it, even if he had to wait the entire flight.
She sighed and took off her jacket and tossed it on the bed. “I’m sorry, Michael. You don’t have to do this. I’ll do better,” she promised.
“I know you will, now keep going.” He stood there, not moving as he waited her out.
She grabbed her dress and drew it over her head followed by her bra and panties. She’d stood in front of him naked many times throughout their relationship, but somehow this felt more important than ever.
Michael moved over to the bed, sitting on the end. “I know things are probably more stressful today than they have ever been for you, but that is why we have to take care of each other. We have had very few rules during our time together, but disrespect won’t be tolerated, and you are aware of that.”
“I’m sorry I was rude to you. I really didn’t mean to be,” she answered.
“Once we finish your spanking, it will all be in the past. Come here.” He patted his knee, and she knew what he meant, but like every step before, she had to come to him by her own choice.
Jazz did as he asked and came over, draping herself over his legs. As his toy bag was in the front cabin, this spanking would be with his hand. It was about bringing her attention to him and not the situation they found themselves in.
“You don’t have to count this time.” He didn’t give her time to think on it, or try to respond, he started spanking her, alternating right and left, higher and lower on her beautiful ass. Seeing her like this made him want to throw her on the bed and pound her into the mattress. However, this was an actual punishment, so neither of them was going to find release today.
She writhed under his palm, crying out with each pass as his swing increased. Her cries of pain quickly morphed into moans of pleasure as he neared the end. Once he was finished, he helped her, so she was sitting on his lap, her legs to the side.
He stroked through her slit, her juices coating his fingers, but he was careful to avoid the one spot that was sure to set her off when she was this far gone.
Bringing his hand to his mouth, he licked her essence from his fingers before saying, “You did well. Now I want you to get dressed so we can return to our seats for the rest of the flight.”
“What do you mean get dressed? I didn’t come,” she whined.
“Oh, sweet sub, I know that, and you aren’t going to come until I say you can. This was a punishment, so it wasn’t meant to be fun. I want you to remember this feeling the next time you are tempted to be so disrespectful.”
“Dammit,” she mumbled as she went to get her clothes from the floor where she’d dropped them. “You didn’t have to be so mean, you know.”
“You poor thing. I’m sorry you think I’m being mean.” He chuckled. He wasn’t all that sorry, a fact she was well aware of as she knew him so well.
Once Jazz was finished dressing, the two went back to the main cabin and took their seats for the remainder of the flight. It didn’t take long before his Pixie allowed her head to rest against the back of the seat, and she drifted to sleep.
Michael watched as Jazz slept through much of the flight. His normally energetic sub had let the stress and emotions of the past two days overwhelm her, and she wasn’t acting like herself, but then again neither was he. He was fully aware he’d let his worry and anxiety over her become anger. He’d been up all night making sure everything was ready and monitoring her as she slept to make sure she was okay. But now that they were leaving the city behind, Michael could feel his anger releasing. Now he just needed to make sure she was safe.
As the plane began its descent to the private air strip in Missoula, Michael nudged Jazz awake. “It’s time to wake up, Pixie. We’re about to land.”
She stretched like a cat after a long nap, and he couldn’t help but think how beautiful she was when she was all mussed up. “We’re here? That was a quick trip.”
“Of course, it was. You were out the minute that perky little ass hit your seat. You slept through most of the flight.” He chuckled.
Once the plane had taxied to its hangar and they stepped out, Michael saw their ride to the ranch was outside the hangar waiting. “Dr. Adams, we have your bags and will take them to the chopper for you.” The male crew member disembarked after them with their bags in hand.
“But where is my guitar? I saw you put it on the plane before we left.” Pixie looked around. It was like her security blanket and was quite valuable. They would not be leaving without it.
“It’s right by the door, ma’am. I promise we won’t forget it.”
“Come on, Pixie. I want to show you our ride.” He led her out to the waiting helicopter, and Jazz sucked in a deep breath.
“Are you kidding me? We’re taking a helicopter ride?” She was practically jumping up and down by this point.
“It’s the easiest way to get to the ranch without being seen, so nobody should know you’re here.”
It took only moments before they were loaded and in the air, looking down as the scenery passed by.
“How did you manage this?” Jazz asked through the headset looking down as the land unfolded beneath them. “I have to say, this is amazing.” She smiled at him like a child on Christmas morning.
That was one of the things he loved most about her; it didn’t matter that she had traveled the globe since she was young and performed night after night in front of adoring fans, she still managed to see the world through childlike eyes.
“I had help. Actually, Jaxson set all of this up for us. In fact, Master Derek who runs the ranch is an old friend of his, so he is the reason we were able to have a place to escape to.”
“Of course, he is helping. I bet he feels guilty that someone he trusted turned out to be a snake in the grass,” she said turning her attention back to the mountains as they flew overhead.
“Jaxson and Chase are looking into it, but so far haven’t found any evidence that the leak came from the club. You know how they are about privacy and protecting their clients. You know when they find the culprit, the fires of hell will rain down on whoever did this to you,” he reassured her.
“I know. I just can’t believe this could have been somebody we trusted. Maybe even someone we spent time with.”
The conversation drifted off as they finished the forty-five-minute helicopter ride to the ranch. When they arrived, the pilot set the chopper down on top of a huge building which had a landing pad in place. Michael looked out the window and from what he could see, the ranch was huge. He hoped it would be a great place to lose themselves for a while.