Chapter 13 Henry Jr.
Chapter thirteen
“Have you ever been to Hawaii?”
“Only once, when I was a child.”
“Mmm, I bet you tan beautifully…”
Sipping my drink, I savor both the burn of the liquor and my view.
After my, admittedly, psychotic weekend with Blanche, I hardly knew what to expect from her.
I suspected, based on her reactions to my general depravity thus far, that she would be interested in continuing our trysts.
It was an unexpected boon, though, to have her wholehearted agreement to the little game I proposed today.
“See, you can tell where my bikini line hits, just there.”
Davis, one of my more lecherous subordinates, is an attorney who was onboarded the same week I joined the company after college.
He’s a shark in the courtroom and a vault of a man outside it, never leaking a single untoward thing about the corporation.
It’s why he was invited on this trip, and it’s why he’s currently fondling Blanche’s ass as she shows him her tan lines from an undoubtedly minuscule bikini.
This trip was Father’s brainchild, and while I usually enjoy traveling with my team and fucking around the world, this destination is decidedly not exotic.
A mid-sized Midwestern city, with the sole objective of making overtures for a takeover of a wholesome family-centered company that hates my dad’s guts.
It’s a test, and I resent it, even if the challenge is enticing.
The group with me, though, consists solely of my closest confidants and should be instrumental to my success.
All men, of course, and only those who have proved their mettle time and time again over the last few years.
Carter is here, more like a brother to me than a friend after all these years.
And James, my best friend, who runs our West Coast operations.
I’m glad they’re both with me, and I would trust them with my life.
Their secretaries and assistants are traveling separately, away from any sensitive information.
I know the people on this plane would take a bullet for me, and they know I’d put one between their eyes the moment I sniff any hint of disloyalty.
When Blanche and I discussed her serving as a “flight attendant” for today, she enthusiastically agreed.
It’s bemusing to watch my colleagues fawn over her, although I note that Carter is keeping a polite distance thus far.
She’s made her way to another group now, clad only in her bloodred bustier, garter belt, and stockings after stripping her uniform to show off her tan.
If she were ever wearing panties, they’re gone, and the champagne-laden serving tray she holds is trembling slightly.
Standing to get a better view, I join the group she’s serving and see the source of her wobbling.
Someone’s playing with her pussy, barely teasing her lips, while another hand pinches and pulls a nipple.
She’s playing her part beautifully, making up some story or another about her “life as a flight attendant.”
“Well, I really only do flights once or twice a…month.” She can’t hold back a whimper, and it’s delicious. Her thighs are slick with her need, and I wonder if she’ll let any of these men fuck her. I told her the plan, but there’s no telling what she’ll do if she’s horny enough.
They’ve passed her around now, all having a feel, and she’s spread wide on the coffee table at the center of the seating area.
I’ll give Father credit where it’s due. This luxurious plane makes even long-haul flights bearable.
Other than takeoff and landing, you’d never know you weren’t in a five-star hotel room.
Most men have their cocks out, leisurely enjoying the scene and listening to Blanche giggle about her favorite vacation spots as she enjoys their flattery.
Davis is the first to breach her hole, cursing when his finger comes out glistening.
Bringing it to his mouth, he’s intercepted as Carter licks it clean instead, groaning at the taste I know is delicious.
I had wondered, very briefly, how I would feel seeing her touched, tasted, and fucked by others after my out-of-character possessiveness this weekend.
Thankfully, I seem to be feeling more like myself.
My siren is beautiful, and I’m happy to share her with my closest friends.
As long as nobody else comes inside her, it’s business as usual as far as sharing a slut.
And what a slut she is. Reclining on her elbows, she has her legs lazily spread open as man after man dips into her center for a taste.
The flush creeping up her chest is a clear sign that she’s ready for more, but we have a long flight ahead, so there’s no need to rush things.
“Gentlemen, it’s fine if we all enjoy our snack, but I did want to further discuss the strategy we left off with earlier…”
Everyone continues to pet, tease, and taste Blanche as she lies on the table, and Davis places a pillow under her head so she can get comfy.
Her legs are held wide as we hash out takeover plans, and I interject with derailing questions as often as possible.
There’s no reason to rush business, after all.
After my third non-sequitor, she fixes me with a fiery glare, sweat beading at her temple from almost an hour of gentle caresses and pussy play.
Her arched brow and expectant gaze are brattier than they should be, and if she thinks all these men are about to fuck her, she’s got another thing coming.
“Alright, gentlemen. Let’s paint our pet. She’s waited long enough for her reward.”
With that, Blanche becomes a sticky mess as my friends come all over her. Carter gets suspiciously close to her pussy, and Davis lasts only a moment longer before spraying her tits.
“Look at you, glistening like a whore, drenched in everyone’s cream. They’ve been tasting you for hours. Why don’t you return the favor, hmm?”
Her glossy eyes snap to mine as she opens her mouth and sticks her tongue out. Starting at her pussy, I gather some of her arousal that still pools at her entrance and trace a path to her mouth, collecting as I go.
“Mmm, here’s what Carter gave you, sweetheart, and here’s where Davis came all over your tits.
Look at how you’ve made all these powerful men lose control.
And you didn’t even have to do anything except spread those gorgeous legs, did you?
They went wild just tasting you and watching you writhe while they held you open. ”
I continue my languid exploration up and down her torso, torturing her nipples on my way past, and use my other hand to slowly rub light circles on her clit, Jackson’s spend providing lubrication.
Her legs, still held wide, start to shake, and I finally reach her face, coating her cheeks in the mess as she begs.
“Please, no more. I need to come, please.”
Her last plea is a glorious sob, but she still puts her tongue back out as I scoop her reward into her mouth.
“Suck it all off my fingers, and once you’ve eaten it all, I’ll let you come.”
Tears streak down her cheeks as I continue feeding her two fingers of cum at a time, intensifying my pressure on her clit and cataloging every whimper and spasm I pull from her.
“What a good girl you’ve been, servicing us all and keeping us entertained, pet. You’ve swallowed everything we had to give you, and now you’ve earned your reward.”
A quick flick of my head, and my hands are immediately squeezing and slapping her breasts.
Carter plunges three fingers deep into her pussy, I give her clit three quick flicks and a pinch, and she detonates, squirting all over the table and screaming her release.
A chorus of soothing praise echoes from my friends, and she slowly comes down from her high, eyes glassy and tears flowing faster.
“Shh, pet. You’ve done so well. We have a little while to go before we land, though, and I plan to use you while we finish our last-minute details for today.
I don't need you at any functions tonight or tomorrow, so if you’re too tired to continue, you can sleep.
You’ll have time to recover before any events you’re attending.
I’ll clean you up and cover you either way, but I have to be inside you. ”
When she realizes her options, her gaze focuses on me, and she can’t help but lick her lips. There’s a moment of hesitation in her eyes, though, and she’s not too blissed out to ask her question.
“Only you?”
Only me? That’s her question? This goddess in my arms, after charming a plane full of men and spending hours as a playful seductress, wants to know if I drug her, who will use her?
Her vulnerability causes something warm to spread in my chest, but I ignore it.
“Yes, my little slut. While you’re sleeping, only me.”
She lays her head down on my shoulder and relaxes before answering.
“Sleep, then. Please. I’m rather fatigued.”
Before long, she’s had her special water and is unconscious, legs spread wide across my lap with her upper half wrapped in a cozy blanket.
As we finalize our strategy, my friends look longingly at where I thrust languidly, my cum pooling at the base of my cock from where I’ve already filled her twice.
I’m sensitive, and it hurts, but I won’t stop until I’m hard again.
The idea of not being inside her seems wrong right now, for some reason, so I refuse.
The tingling in the back of my brain that I shouldn’t care that I’m the last one inside her, holding her for landing, threatens again, but I ignore it.
That feeling can’t be real, and even if it is, this trip is not the time.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.”
Her kittenish stretch pulls the comforter down, exposing her breasts covered in my marks, and although I took her multiple times after our welcome dinner last night, my dick twitches. I ignore it and hand her a bottle of water and some crackers.
“Mmm. Thank you. Where am I? When am I? Is this my room?”
“This is my room. You don’t have a room. And it’s ten in the morning. You slept through the night after we landed.”
She finishes the bottle of water and ignores the crackers in favor of interrogating me.
“Why don’t I have a room? I saw it in the trip packet that I would be by myself. Are they overbooked?”
“It’s inconvenient to me to have you floors away.
This is the penthouse, and it’s where I prefer you to be, so I can reach you more easily when I need you.
This trip has already proved challenging, and I’m going to need every second of cunt therapy I can get.
It would be inefficient to have to come looking for you or someone else to fuck. ”
Her mouth is already open to no doubt sass me, but I won’t hear it.
“Everyone on this trip who’s booked in this hotel is discreet, the same people from the plane. You’ll be more comfortable here, anyway. The bathtub is huge, which we’ll be taking full advantage of, of course.”
I’m thinking of how much time I have to punish her when there’s a knock on the door.
“Sinclair, it’s me. I need to talk to you and…to you both.” Carter’s voice is not what I was expecting since he was supposed to be having brunch with one of the sons of the company we’re trying to take over.
After I let him in, he wastes no time cutting to the chase. “The McDaniels think you and Blanche are in a relationship, and they expect her at dinner tonight.”
Scoffing, I sit down on the end of the bed as Blanche slowly munches her crackers. “Why would they possibly think that?”
Carter rolls his eyes and sits down at the breakfast table opposite the bed.
“Well, genius, one of their people spotted you carrying her bridal style to your suite when we arrived last night. I got to brunch this morning and the eldest McDaniel, David, told me that his parents were very excited to meet your woman.” He shifts uncomfortably, and I know that means I won’t enjoy whatever he says next.
“David told me that his parents had no idea how you had kept a serious relationship from them in all the discussions about families and legacies and all that bullshit they love so much. But, boss…I don’t think David believes it in the slightest. He was smirking the entire time, and I get the sense he thinks they’ve caught you with a whore—no offense, Blanche—”
Blanche rolls her eyes.
“And that you’ll have nobody who knows how to behave at a black tie dinner to show off tonight. Again, sorry.” Carter looks apologetically at Blanche as she flips him off.
Leaning back into my chair, I feel a headache threatening to form at my temples. Fucking McDaniel family. All about their grandkids, weekends at the lake, corn on the cob, and Midwestern bullshit.
“We’re fucked,” I admit. “Maybe we can try to find anyone we know in the area who could—”
“Maybe you could get in a car accident, just a minor injury, enough to postpone this all for a month—”
John and I are still bickering back and forth when Blanche finally interrupts us, shocking the hell out of me and causing his mouth to fall open.
“I’ll do it.”