Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Cassi
Holy shit. I can’t believe we are doing this. There are at least a hundred reasons shouting in my head of why this is wrong. Yet, here I am, casually strolling across the tarmac as I board a private jet. Yeah…a private jet. What kind of backwards twilight zone universe have I stepped into?
When I step inside, my mouth drops. Honestly, I feel my jaw hit the fucking floor because this isn’t a tiny little four person plane.
No, this thing has twelve seats that look more like recliners than an airplane seat.
The floors are a plush carpet without a single stain or strand out of place.
My eyes move up to the ceiling where strategic lighting is placed in soft browns and light whites that make the entire thing feel… luxurious.
Slowly, my head turns to see Nico watching me with a knowing smirk. He knows he’s a rich son of a bitch. He knows that just stepping foot on one of these things for someone like me was so far out of my wildest imagination. And now we’re flying on it across the country? Just like that?
“Good evening. We are about ready to take off. Can I get either of you a pre-flight refreshment before we do?” a leggy stewardess with the whitest teeth I’ve ever seen asks.
“I’ll take an ice water, what about you, Cassi?”
“Uhm, an ice water would be great. Thank you,” I say.
Nico frowns as he looks down at me before looking back to her.
“Bring us a bottle of champagne when you have a moment too.”
She smiles happily and moves to the galley as she grabs out our glasses. Nico rests his hand onto my lower back as he begins guiding us deeper into the plane before stopping on a loveseat. He takes a seat before tugging me down with him, though I don’t fall into the seat. I land in his lap.
His arms are like tentacles, wrapping around me with ease as his face buries into my neck and inhales gently.
Nervously, my eyes flick to the stewardess.
I mean, I’d assume Nico uses her often, he doesn’t just have a horde of them, right?
Which means she knows my sister and probably assumes I’m some sort of floozy on the side. Which…well, technically, aren’t I?
She doesn’t look at us, though. Not until she’s walking towards us and even then, she’s looking in our direction but not at us, if that makes sense.
“Thank you, Jackie,” Nico says, not even having to look at her to know she’s beside us as she sets down our drinks.
“My pleasure. The captain told me we will be taking off now. If possible, please fasten your seatbelts for takeoff.”
“We will need a seatbelt extender if it’s not too much trouble?” he asks, moving his eyes away from me for a moment to look at her.
She gives him a small smile and nods her head before moving back to the galley, returning quickly with a seatbelt extender. Before I can ask him what it’s for, he’s hooking it up and wrapping it around us, effectively locking me in against him.
I look down at him with wide eyes as he smirks at me.
“Has anyone told you how fucking ridiculous you are?”
“No, they’ve never had the guts.”
I scoff. “You’re not intimidating, Mr. Sanders,” I say with a faux posh accent.
He lifts a challenging eyebrow as he pinches my cheeks with one of his hands as he speaks.
“That’s what you think, Miss Fischer.”
Before I can quip back, he brings my face to him, my squished cheeks pushing my lips out for him and he eagerly takes advantage of the opportunity.
The plane starts to move but we don’t break apart.
Instead, our kiss deepens as our tongues intertwine with one another.
My hands are in his hair, his are in mine.
I couldn’t even tell you how long we stay there for, just making out like a couple of teenagers.
It’s long enough for us to line up and take off, though because pretty soon I feel us lift into the air, the small windows showcasing us slicing through the clouds as we ascend through the sky.
I pull back for a moment as Nico begins kissing up and down my neck as I look out the window.
I haven’t been on a plane in a while and I’ve never been on one like this.
A few moments later, the captain comes in through the intercom, quietly telling us that we have reached cruising altitude and we are free to roam about the cabin.
That is all the permission Nico needs. Without pulling away from me, he unbuckles our seatbelt and stands up, me still firmly grasped into his arms as he begins walking me to the back of the plane.
“Where are we going?” I ask as his lips silence me.
He doesn’t answer me as he continues walking before he lets go of me, and I’m free falling.
Well, only for a second before I land with a bounce on a bed.
I look around to notice that we are in a bedroom of sorts.
A large bed, two side tables, a mini closet and a private bathroom is all around us.
Nico turns, shutting the door and locking it before facing me once more.
Excitement and nerves rattle through me.
“Are you a member of the mile high club?” he asks.
I shake my head quickly and he smirks.
“You’re about to be, but first, strip.”
I hesitate only for a moment before I begin peeling off my clothes until I’m laying on the bed completely naked.
Nico’s eyes roam over me, a ravenous look to them and I expect him to pounce on me.
But he doesn’t. Instead, he moves around to the side of the bed, pulling something out before he moves to the next corner and the next until finally, he is by my side, pulling out a strap and wrapping it around my wrist. I look up at him with concern as he simply moves to my ankle, strapping that down as well.
“What are you doing? Are these—”
“Under the bed restraints? Yes,” he answers as he straps my right ankle down before moving to my other wrist.
“Does your board members know they are sleeping on top of your kinky fetishes,” I laugh, though I’m honestly trying to hide how fucking turned on I am right now. I swear to god I’m leaving a wet spot on the bed.
Nico pauses his work on my wrist, his eyes coming to mine as he lifts a single eyebrow.
“I had it installed this morning before our arrival,” he says, fastening my wrist tighter than the others.
A sharp gasp escapes me at the move. Not in pain but more so in surprise.
I watch as he takes several steps back, watching me as if he were assessing the scene as he tilts his head to the side.
“Try to move.”
“What?” I ask.
“Move, pull against the restraints. Try to get away.”
I feel my heart begin to thunder inside my chest as I nod softly and begin tugging at the restraints. My arms are lifted and above my head and my legs are spread out pointing towards each corner. I honestly look like a human star fish. And I can’t budge more than an inch on any restraint.
A satisfied smirk crosses Nico’s face as he begins unbutton his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders before moving to his pants.
When he pulls his cock out, he strokes it a few times, looking down at me with a look of hunger that has me desperate to rub my thighs together. Unfortunately for me, I can’t.
He seems to take notice of my desperation as he slowly crosses the space between us, kneeling onto the bed between my legs before leaning down.
His face is a few inches away from my pussy and I attempt to bridge my hips to get him a little closer but the effort is futile.
Nico looks to me with a smirk before he inhales deep, continuing to stroke himself as he speaks.
“You smell like heaven, little bunny. All tied up and helpless, looking like my most delectable meal on display.”
“Then fucking eat me,” I grumble desperately.
He flattens his tongue out and looks up at me as my body begins to practically shake with anticipation before he pauses and speaks.
“No.”
I could cry. Literally. Disappointment and frustration slam into me and suddenly I’m fucking pissed. I pull against the restraints violently. If he’s not gonna touch me, I’ll touch myself. I hate being edged and I know that’s exactly what his game is right now. I’m not having it.
His eyes widen in surprise as I pull against the restraints, an amused smile on his stupid face.
“Are you sure you’re the girl from the club? She had a lot more patience. She enjoyed being teased and played with. She was a good little sub for me as I tied her up and fucked her into the mattress.”
I stop fighting for a moment before I look up at him with a huff of my breath.
“She didn’t know what it was like to be with you. I do and…I want it. There is no time for patience.”
He smiles sweetly before coming around to the side of the bed. His hand reaches out to my cheek, gently cupping it as his thumb softly strokes my skin.
“Babygirl…you’re not in charge here. I suggest you get used to it.”
Without any warning, he leans forward, pushing his cock into my mouth.
It takes me by surprise and I barely have time to ready myself before he’s forcing himself down my throat.
I gag for a moment before he withdraws and does it again and again, ruthlessly fucking my face as his hand still holds my cheek, softly rubbing it before delivering back to back smacks that have him groaning.
I’m not sure if he’s getting off on the smacks to my cheek or the way it feels against his cock.
I don’t care, though, because if I was leaving a wet spot before I’m leaving a goddamn river by now.
I could come with hardly any assistance at all and for a moment I wonder if I said that out loud because I feel his body stretch, leaning over my body before giving my clit a sharp pinch.
Pain greets me first and my face tenses at it before pleasure suddenly blooms from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
I moan and buck against his touch as my orgasm rips through me like a fucking tidal wave.
As soon as my orgasm begins to fade, I realize that I’ve been essentially screaming in pleasure with the only thing muffling me being Nico’s cock. I’m sure that was intentional.
Pulling away from me, Nico begins stroking his cock as he walks around to the end of the bed once more, pausing when he looks between my legs and smirks.
“Babygirl, you’re making a fucking mess of my bed.”
“I’d say I’m sorry, but I’m not at all,” I reply.
His smirk widens to a full blown grin, his eyes dancing with a dark desire as he crawls onto the bed, covering my body as he lines his cock up to me.
“Me either.”
Nico pushes into me with a hard thrust that has my back bowing. His hips snap into me with no mercy, they are almost painful with how deep he is going but there is no where to escape. I can’t move an inch, left with no choice but to lay there and let him do whatever he wants to me.
It’s like the instructor said in the club, sharing a dynamic like this takes a lot of trust. It’s about giving up control and letting your partner have free range, trusting that in the end they will take care of you.
That they will act with your best interests in mind.
Or at least, they’ll make you come after they fuck you raw. Which is good enough for me.
Nico’s hands come up, pinning my wrists down to the bed as he fucks me deeper.
“Fuck!” he barks out before groaning. “You’re just my little rope bunny, aren’t you?”
I nod my head as pleasure slams into me over and over again. I can’t believe I’m ready to come again already but that’s what this man does to me. It’s like I have no control over my body whatsoever. When we are together nothing else exists and we are surrounded by…pleasure.
“Nico, Nico,” I whimper.
“Keep begging for me just like that,” his low voice grumbles.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg.
“Couldn’t if I wanted to, babygirl. I need you like nothing else in this world.”
I can’t help but get pulled from the moment, instantly sobered by his words as I look at him in surprise. Does he actually mean that? Surely it’s just the lust talking, right?
He senses my shift in mood as his eyes come to mine and he cradles my face once more.
“Don’t look so surprised.”
With that, he crushes his lips to mine and slams into me deeper than before, forcing me to shout against him as his cock throbs, my pussy becoming filled with his cum as my own orgasm practically tears me in two.
Our bodies jerk and grind together, wringing out every bit of pleasure possible before we collapse.
We only stay like that for a moment or two, catching our breaths before Nico stands up, releasing me from the restraints as he begins gently massaging the tender skin on my wrists and ankles.
I look to him with a soft smile and he returns one all the same before pressing a kiss to my forehead as he whispers to me.
“Thank you for trusting me, I’ll never take that trust for granted.”
I melt inside. Literally, turn to goo from his words alone as I nod.
“Thank you for being worth it.”
He gives me a small nod as his smile grows before he gathers me into his arms and lays us down.
His fingers begin slowly tangling through my hair, massaging my scalp until my eyes begin to flutter.
Before I even know it, I’m drifting off to sleep in the arms of a man I have no business being near, on our way to his home across the country while his girlfriend, my sister, is gone for the week.
I shouldn’t feel nearly as good about my decisions as I do.
Yet, here I am, in fucking bliss.