Thirty-Four
Branwen
Stevie was asleep minutes after the plane took off. She had played hard all day.
Until our ride to the airstrip, I had seen little of Linc, which led to a much better day. Coming here had been good for me in the end. I wasn’t bothered or worried about the fact that these people would be in Stevie’s life anymore. Seeing them, being there again, it had given me a sense of peace rather than fear for her attachment to the family. I knew once the year was over, I probably wouldn’t see them again, and that thought made me sad, but I wasn’t going to dwell on it. Stevie would have them, and I was thankful for it. She deserved a big family. I’d always wanted one, and when Daddy had died, my lack of it had been painful.
Once we were leveled off, I carried Stevie to the small bedroom in the back and laid her on the bed so she wasn’t slumped over in a seat. Linc had started to stand, and I shook my head and kept walking with her. I didn’t want his help. When I reentered the main cabin, I didn’t glance his way even though I felt his eyes watching me. I planned on ignoring him.
Leaning back into the soft leather seat, I sipped the champagne that the flight attendant had brought me. She wasn’t the same one who had given Linc a blow job, but she was young and attractive. Her smiles and flirty looks she was giving Linc weren’t subtle either. I didn’t care. Whatever.
Looking out the window into the night sky, I enjoyed my drink, and we could continue in our silence. I was sure when Linc was done doing whatever he was handling on his phone, he’d take the attendant up on her silent offer. I’d said I didn’t care, and yet I kept thinking about it. Real convincing.
“I think she had a good time.”
Linc’s voice startled me. I hadn’t expected to hear it. I turned to look over at him, forgetting that I was going to ignore him.
“She did. She loved it there.”
His gaze traveled down my legs, and I wanted to kick him in his handsome face.
“Did you enjoy yourself?”
As if he cared.
“I did,” I replied in a clipped tone.
“How long should I expect this pouting to last?” he asked as if I were a child.
My hand gripped the glass I was holding tightly, and I clenched my teeth together. That arrogant ass. I was not pouting. I was hurt. I was angry. I might hate him. But I was not pouting.
“I’m not pouting,” I replied.
“You’re in a snit.”
“A snit?” I asked incredulously.
He nodded. “Yes. I’m the one who should be pissed. But I got over it.”
I set the glass down before I broke the damn thing or threw it at his face. “What did you have to be pissed about?”
He took a drink from his glass. His expression seemed to say that I knew exactly what he was talking about. But I was clueless.
“The dentist,” he said, his tone harder than before.
I frowned. “What about Hudson?”
His eyes narrowed. “That he came to the house, Branwen.”
I nodded, still confused. “Yeah. But I hadn’t asked him to, and I got him to leave.”
“You didn’t tell me.”
I shrugged. “Why would I need to tell you? Jayda and Luther knew. You were acknowledging their existence. I assumed they’d tell you. I haven’t been spoken to or treated with any respect since the night you came to my room.” I hadn’t meant to blurt that all out, but I was angry, and it was just bubbling out of me.
He didn’t say anything, and I figured we were going back to the silent treatment.
“Did you expect me to treat you differently because we’d fucked?” he asked. As if he wasn’t sure what I had expected.
Yeah, maybe I had. But then why wouldn’t I? It had felt like we were…different then. Like something had changed.
“I didn’t expect to be treated worse. But don’t worry. I am not hoping for a repeat. In fact, I’d rather have my teeth pulled out with pliers.” Asshole.
I turned to look back out the window and picked up my glass again.
“You sure about that? Because the way you were crying out my name and coming all over my cock and hand, it seemed like you would do anything to have it.”
That had been before I knew the outcome.
“You don’t have the only dick in the world, Linc,” I hissed. “I can find another one to make me come.” I didn’t look back at him as I said it. The more I looked at him, the more riled up I got.
I could hear him as he set his glass down and stood up. When his shadow came over me, I looked up to see Linc standing there. Too close. He leaned down, caging me in with his hands on either side of my chair. I leaned back as far as I could to get away from him. He had a seat, and he needed to go sit in it.
“Personal space, Linc,” I snapped at him.
“No other dick is taking this cunt,” he growled and grabbed my leg to uncross it, shoving his hand beneath my skirt.
I tried to push him away, but he was hard to budge.
“Stop it,” I hissed.
“No one else can take care of this pussy like I can, and you know it. Has anyone ever fucked you and gotten you off that many times in a night?” he asked. Then, he leaned down, his beard brushing my skin, as his mouth was close to my ear. “Has anyone else called you their slut? Spread your legs and gotten you off while finger-fucking you as his cum leaked out?” He slid a finger inside my panties. “You like being called names. It made you so fucking wet.”
I whimpered, hating myself for it. I was torn between wanting him to stop and wanting to open my legs wider. I tried to mentally fight this. My body’s craving for this man.
“Don’t you have a flight attendant you can have suck you off?” I asked him, but my voice sounded breathless rather than snide.
A deep chuckle tickled my ear. “Careful. You sound jealous.”
I was, and I wasn’t. Because just like the flight attendant he’d used, he’d also used me.
His finger rubbed my clit, and the wetness pooling down there was unfortunate. I had no control over it. If I had, I’d have made sure to stay bone dry.
“That’s it.” His voice was husky as he ran his finger down to my aching core. “You might not like that you want me, but you do. Your body wants me. It wants to be my pretty little slut. Spreading your thighs for only me.”
Oh God, please don’t let me have an orgasm.
I fought against lifting my hips. I would not enjoy this.
“I wasn’t lying. This pussy is the sweetest, tightest one I’ve ever had.” He pressed a kiss on my neck, and I shivered. “I’m not gonna share it. And you’re gonna give it to me when I want it.”
I shook my head. “No, I won’t,” I said, wishing I’d sounded firmer.
His tongue flicked against the pulse in my neck. “Ringlets, your pussy is dripping wet.” He thrust his finger in and out of me to prove his point.
The door to the front of the plane opened, and I watched over his shoulder as the flight attendant stepped out. I tried to push him away and press my thighs together, but a sadistic laugh rumbled in his chest as he replaced his one finger with two.
“Stop,” I told him. “The attendant is in here.”
The trail of his hot breath and lips moved up my neck. “She can’t see your pussy. My hand is covering it up.”
“She can tell what you are doing.”
“Mmhmm,” he murmured against my skin.
She looked unsure of what to do and glanced at his empty glass.
“Ah fuck, Ringlets. You keep that up, and there will be a puddle in this seat,” he said as another gush came from my traitorous body.
I gripped his arms, not sure if I was trying to stop him anymore.
“She can hear you,” I panted.
His thumb began to rub my clit, and I dropped my face to his shoulder, closing my eyes tightly as I tried to fight off the climax building.
“Please, stop,” I begged.
I jerked as his teeth sank into the curve of my neck.
“Your cunt is squeezing my fingers, and your clit is swollen and pulsing under my thumb. Do you really want me to stop?”
No. Yes. Oh God.
“Linc.” His name sounded like a moan.
“That’s a good girl. Show her how sweet you come for me, Ringlets. Coat my fingers so I can lick them clean.”
“I can’t. She’s gonna hear me,” I said in a strangled whisper.
“She offered me her cunt to fuck, but whose cunt are my fingers buried in? Show her whose cunt I want. Whose cunt I take care of.” His dark, tempting words were right against my ear.
My legs opened more.
“Ah, there we go. Open wide for me. Show her that I already have my own naughty slut.”
I gasped, trying to hold it back, but it slipped away from me. He could have fucked her, but he was finger-fucking me. My body began to shudder, and I muffled my cry as the orgasm hit me.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised. “Ride my hand. Get the taste of that sweet pussy all over it.”
I didn’t know if she was still in here or not, but I hoped she had gone. I couldn’t believe I had given in to him again.
He removed his hand from between my legs and grabbed my wrists, then tugged me up from the seat. My knees were wobbly as he turned us so that he could sink down onto it instead. His hooded eyes slid up my body while he unzipped his jeans. What was he doing?
I glanced over to see the attendant eyeing him hungrily.
What the hell?
“Get the panties off and come straddle my cock,” he said as he pulled it out and began to stroke it.
I looked at him, then back to the attendant. Was she just going to stand there and continue to watch? I…I wasn’t about to orgasm this time, and there was no way I was doing this.
“Leave,” he barked at her, then reached for my thigh. “Take them off, or I’ll rip them off.”
The door closed as she exited the cabin.
I looked back down at his erection and swallowed. “What if Stevie wakes up?”
“We will see her come out. I’ll tell her Mommy was just sitting on Daddy’s lap.”
“You can’t tell her that,” I hissed.
“Get off the panties, or I will shred them.”
His large hand continued to stroke while he stared at me with lust. I was weak. I wanted this. Not only the pleasure, but also the connection. When we were like this, I felt like he was mine. That he cared for me. I knew he didn’t, but for that blissful moment, it felt like he did.
Sliding them off, I stepped out of my heels and then pulled up my skirt and placed one knee on each side of his hips. His free hand slid around to my bottom and pulled me closer.
“That’s it. Now, sit on my lap and ride,” he said thickly.
He held his cock while I moved over the swollen tip and eased down until the head was inside my entrance. Hissing as he stretched me, I grabbed his biceps.
“Come on, Ringlets,” he said coaxingly as he held my butt with both hands now.
I let more in, then held my breath and went down fast. “OH!” I cried out as he instantly filled me.
“Fuck yes,” he groaned, laying his head back on the seat. “Pull your shirt up so I can watch your tits bounce.”
I reached for the hem and pulled it up and over my chest. He tugged the cups of my bra down and freed them. His fingertips brushed over one, and he made a pleased rumble as he felt my nipple.
“Fuck me,” he said, lifting his hips enough to push even farther into me.
I’d only done this position once; it had been with him, and it had been on a bed. I placed my hands on his shoulders and lifted my hips up, then dropped back down. That was amazing. I moaned with each movement.
“Fucking hell, Ringlets, you’re killing me.” He slapped my bottom hard. “Faster.”
I started to speed up, and his fingers dug into my butt cheeks.
“That’s it. Make those titties bounce for me. Ah God, fuck, Ringlets. FUCK.”
My breathing was coming in a hard, fast pant as I looked down at him. His eyes were glazed over in pleasure, watching my boobs. Having this control was heady. Knowing that I was making him look that way. I loved it. The tingling ache was so tight now that I felt ready to burst.
“Oh, Linc, oh,” I gasped as I grew closer.
“Yeah,” he groaned. “You gonna come on my cock like the perfect little slut?”
At the degrading word he kept calling me, my body ignited like a firework, and I threw my head back while slamming down hard onto him until my climax hit so deep that it was almost painful. I began to rock as pulse after pulse of bliss pumped through me.
Linc worked me up and down with his grip on my butt. Then, his hips lifted up, and his body shuddered beneath me. I felt the heat of his release as it unloaded deep inside me. The connection. The moment when he was mine. I held on to it. Soaked it in. Wishing I could keep it.
“Goddamn, that pussy is sucking me dry,” he grunted. His body twitched again, and a low, deep growl came from his lips.
We sat there as our heart rates slowed. The euphoria faded. This was the part I hated. The end. When reality came back and I was no longer important to him. Just the slut he’d called me.
“Lift up onto your knees and let me slide out, but stay here.” His voice was hoarse.
I did as he’d said and waited to see what I was supposed to do next. I had become his puppet.
He slid his hand over my tender folds, and I jerked.
“Easy. You know I like to feel my cum inside your pussy.”
Oh. We weren’t done. My eyes went to the door leading to the bedroom. We should stop. I couldn’t be sure she wouldn’t wake up.
“Here it comes.” His deep hum that followed made me shiver. He slid his two fingers over my folds, running his semen around. “I want this plump pink pussy to have my seed all over it. It needs to know who it belongs to.”
The door behind us opened, and I stilled, looking down at him, wide-eyed.
“I’m sorry, sir, but we are getting ready to land, and everyone needs to be in their seats and buckled.” The attendant’s voice was nervous as she stammered over her words.
“All right,” he drawled as he continued touching me.
“Linc,” I hissed.
“Hmm?” He didn’t look up.
“She can see you.”
“She can’t see your pussy, Ringlets. She just knows I’m playing with it.”
I covered my face with my hands. I couldn’t believe we were doing this. That I was letting him do this.
He finally stopped and held a finger up to my mouth. “Suck it.”
I opened my mouth, and I sucked it the way I would his cock, tasting the saltiness of his cum, mixed with mine. His eyes flared.
He wasn’t immune to me. I had some power here. If only I knew how to use it.