Chapter 1 #4
He didn't say anything for a few seconds. “I was just doing something nice for a pretty girl who looked like she could use it.”
“That’s disappointing,” Jill said and pouted. “Here I was thinking I'll finally get to join the mile-high club.”
He coughed and jerked back in shock.
Jill spoke without thinking but couldn’t deny she was pleased to get a reaction from him. “Have you ever done it before?”
“Done what?”
“You know, join the mile-high club.”
He stared at her as he decided how to respond. “Why haven’t you decided what to do after college? You should have figured that out even before you started.”
“That’s not the answer to my question,” she said stubbornly.
“I know. I don’t plan on answering your question, so I asked you mine.”
She folded her arms. “Not answering your question until you answer mine.”
“Kind of childish, don’t you think?” he asked, slightly amused by her reaction.
“Then we’re both being childish since you refused to answer my question as well,” she pointed out.
“Not the same. I asked a perfectly reasonable question. Your question was inappropriate and...”
“Let me guess, childish?” she interjected. “Not sure you know how joining the mile-high club works, but it’s generally not recommended for children. Plus, we already established that we are both old enough. Now, are you going to answer my questions?”
He remained quiet for a long time. “Fine. I’ll answer your question. Yes, I am a member of the mile-high club,” he said with an amused headshake.
“Is it as fun—”
“My turn. So why haven’t you decided what to do after college? You should have figured that out even before you went in.”
She shrugged. “I have offers from three companies in three different industries, and I don’t know which of them I want to go into.”
“That’s a nice conundrum to find yourself in. Why are you finding it hard to decide?”
“No.” She shook her head. “It’s my turn to ask.”
He smiled and nodded. “What’s your question, then?”
“Having sex on a plane, is it as fun as everyone claims it is?”
This time, he didn’t react to her question. “It’s just like having sex anywhere else. Depends on who you’re doing it with. Get someone who knows what they’re doing, and it could be fun for you?”
“Did you know what you were doing?”
“Not the first time,” he replied, turning to look at her.
Jill could tell he was hoping to intimidate her, and she met his gaze, ready to call his bluff. “How long did it take you to know what you were doing?”
“My turn to ask the question. Do you make it a habit to go around asking strangers about their sex life?”
“No. As a matter of fact, I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Then you need to be careful that you don’t ask these questions to the wrong person.”
“And who is the wrong person?”
“Someone who will give you exactly what you are asking for.”
“Are you the wrong person, then?”
“You need to stop asking me things like that.”
“Why?” She leaned forward. “Are you going to punish me if I don’t?”
“Maybe I will,” he said, his eyes gleaming. “Trust me when I say you don’t want that.”
“Why not? How do you plan on punishing me?” She sounded out of breath and felt a tingle run down her spine.
“Well, I was thinking I could get the hostess to take you back to economy. Or I could turn you over my knee and give you the spanking you’re clearly asking for.”
Jill felt a rush of wetness between her legs, and her nipples instantly turned hard. “You could do that.”
“Thinking about it now, I don't think that’s a good way to punish you since something tells me you’ll enjoy that.”
“You don’t know that.” She didn’t either.
She’s never been spanked in her life, and until a few moments ago, she had never even considered it as something she could be into.
Now, it was all she could think of, and she couldn’t believe she wanted this man to bend her over his knees and spank her. “But I’m willing to try if you are.”
He chuckled. “What are you doing here? What do you hope to get out of this?”
“I don’t know. Fun...”
“And this is your idea of fun?”
“It could be.” She twisted her fingers in her lap, suddenly feeling vulnerable. “All I’ve done in the past three years is study hard and work my ass off. Three years in college and I barely have any memories to make up for it. Didn’t attend any parties or hooked up for the hell of it.”
“And this is your way of making up for it?”
She shrugged. “It’s okay if you’re not into it. Let’s be honest, it’s quite silly of me to think you’ll be interested in me anyway.”
“Trust me when I say my interest in you is not the problem,” he said, and she felt a hot shiver wash over her. It wasn’t just what he said, but the way he said it as his eyes held her captive. There was no mistaking what his intentions were. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea for us to go there.”
“Why not? I promise to go slow if you’re worried you won’t be able to keep up.”
He burst into laughter, the sound deep, rich, and so primordially male it sent every female part of her into overdrive. It also made her wonder if she was the one who would struggle to keep up with him. He did look very fit.
“No, I’m not worried about that,” he replied.
“What is it, then? Because you have to admit, I’ve done some things to deserve getting spanked.”
“Yeah, like what?”
She leaned across their seat, her face close to his, aware that with the shirt she was wearing, all he needed to do to get a very good view of her cleavage was to look down. So far, he didn’t seem to be taking the bait. “Got to the airport late...”
“Happens to the best of us,” he said with a shrug.
“I was rude to you back at the airport.”
“So was I?”
“I didn’t take my car in for a checkup, and I know that pissed you off.” Her eyes gleamed. “You know, for a moment there, I thought you were going to spank me right in the middle of the airport.”
“I thought about that.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I’m not your father,” he said quietly. “That is not my job.”
“You can be my Daddy if you want,” she whispered, her voice dropping low. It should sound weird and cringeworthy to say things like this, but looking at him, it felt right. “I mean, I did ask you if you wanted to know if I was a slut.”
“Now, that’s something that deserves a spanking,” he said, his eyes flashing with exasperation. “I still can’t believe you called yourself that.”
“What do you want me to call myself, then?” she asked breathlessly. A look crossed his face, and she instantly knew he’d thought of something. “Go on,” she said. “Say it. I want to know.”
He paused for so long she was close to giving up. “I’ll call you Princess,” he finally whispered. “And every time you do something I don’t like, I’ll turn you over my knees and spank you until your ass turns red.”
Jill bit her lower lip to hold back a moan. “And when I do something you do like?”
“Then I’ll make you feel good.”
“How?”
“There are so many ways I can do that. I could use my hands, my mouth, and if you’ve been a really good girl, I’ll even give you my...”
“Say it,” she whispered, his words so stirring she had to keep her legs tightly closed together to dull the storm he was stirring between them. “What will you give me if I’m a really good girl for you?”
He looked into her eyes and slowly shook his head. “I think this has gone on too far,” he said, moving away from her.
“No!” she cried, her disappointment so gut-wrenching it felt like a fist. “Don’t be a tease.”
“It’s just the first hour in a twenty-hour flight. You want my advice? Try to get some rest. I think I’ll do the same.”
“Fine,” she said, huffing and puffing as she sat back in her seat. She was wet between her legs, her nipples were hard and aching, and she was too aroused to try to sleep.
It didn’t help that he seemed so unbothered by any of it. He had simply picked up his magazine and resumed reading as if nothing had happened. Like it wasn’t just a few minutes since he was talking about spanking her and making her feel good with his mouth, and hands, and...
Jill bit back a groan and tried to ignore him, but it was hard.
Her body was so attuned to him that every time he flipped a page, she wished it was her skin those fingers were flicking through.
Unable to take it anymore, she decided she was going to the restroom or anywhere else on the plane.
She had to move away from him, or she was scared she would do something crazy like leap on him and beg him to take her.
“Excuse me,” she said as she got to her feet, wishing now that she’d taken the aisle seat. “I need to use the restroom.”
“Sure,” he said, sitting up and moving his long leg out of the way.
As she tried to walk past him, her foot caught the edge of the chair, and she tumbled forward, falling right into his lap. He caught her, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and holding her up.
Jill braced herself on his chest, her cheeks turning red as she looked up at him.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...” Their eyes met, and she snapped her mouth shut.
If she had any doubt that he wanted her, she could see it in his eyes and feel it in the thick log pressing against her ass.
The desire in those eyes held her in a thrall, and all she could do was look up at him.
“I should spank you for this,” he whispered, his voice throaty and hoarse.
“Do it,” she replied immediately, too aroused to be shy. “Stop threatening to spank me if you’re not actually going to do it. It’s not fair.”
“Like any of this is fair to me,” he whispered. “Fuck me, I shouldn’t want to do any of this with you.”
“Why not?”
“You know why.”
“I told you already, I’m old enough.”
“You keep saying that, and I wonder if you know what you’re really asking for.”
“Who cares?” she said, not looking away from him. “It’s just you and me right now. And we’re in international airspace, so what we do here doesn’t matter.”
“I know that’s a load of bullshit, but fuck if it doesn’t sound reasonable to me right now.”