“What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing.” I look away, but his inquisitive gaze bores into my face.
“This is your first and final warning. I’ve asked you two questions in the last fifteen minutes, and both times you’ve responded with ‘nothing.’ I’ll let it go this time, but you’re to answer my questions with full honesty and be open with me at all times. Next time will result in punishment.”
Whoa, there’s no hiding anything from him.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl. Why don’t you take the master suite to rest while I finish up work?”
That’s not a bad idea. Three amazing orgasms, two glasses of Dom Pérignon, and a full stomach later, I’m wiped, physically and mentally. I rise from my chair, feeling his eyes on my naked form, and make my way to the back of the plane in search of the bedroom.
***
The constant hum of the engines keeps me in a serene state of sleep, the white noise lulling me into slumber. I stretch and roll over, surrendering to being awake. That was the best nap I’ve ever had. Hours of uninterrupted sleep on a mattress as soft as the clouds we’re flying above. I look around the suite and shake my head. Beth would lose her mind over this bedroom. With a flick of the covers, I tumble out and search for my suitcase in the wardrobe, but it’s nowhere to be found. Instead, I find a cute sundress and wedged heels, but no bra or panties. After indulging in a long, luxurious shower stocked with all the high-quality products a girl could ask for, I dress and step out of the master bedroom, in search of the master himself.
I find Dameon reclined on a sofa in the main cabin, drinking a coffee and engrossed in his tablet. I approach from behind and see he’s perusing the world news, headlines flashing across the screen. Running my hand over his shoulder as I pass, I greet him with a bright smile.
“Good morning, sir.”
“Good morning, gorgeous. Did you sleep well?” His eyes light up as he takes me in.
“Amazingly. What time is it, anyway?”
“We’re landing in a couple of hours,” he replies, flipping his wrist to check the time. “You pretty much slept the entire flight.”
“Really? I must have needed it.” I stifle a yawn.
“Three orgasms will do that to you. Lift your dress and present yourself. Let’s see if you’ve complied with my dress code.” His lips curve up.
I offer a sultry smile and gracefully kneel on the couch, my back facing him. I lift my dress, letting it drape over the arch of my spine, and part my knees, gripping the back of the couch for support. This position grants him an unobstructed view of my pussy. Glancing over my shoulder, I see his eyes darken as he devours every detail of my exposed core. He doesn’t rush, he simply takes another sip of his coffee and enjoys the view.
“You can sit now,” he finally commands.
I lower myself onto the couch and pull down my dress.
“Have some breakfast.” He gestures to the spread on the coffee table in front of me.
I pile my plate high with food again, this time using a large dinner plate. I can’t help but smirk at the upgrade.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” I begin. “Is it possible for Beth to move in with us? I don’t want to be separated from her.” This question has been weighing heavily on my mind since I read the contract yesterday. I know she’ll have a guardian, a nurse, and all the necessary staff, but I hate the idea of us being apart.
“Don’t worry, Beth will move into the same building as us. We’ll be in the penthouse, and she’ll be on the level below. I own the entire building, so you’ll be able to visit her anytime. She can’t live with us, though, as you’ll be naked and on your knees most of the time.” His beautiful sea-green eyes sparkle.
Alrighty, then.I didn’t think of that, but fuck if that doesn’t make me hot.
Satisfied that Beth will be nearby, I let the matter drop. Besides, I wouldn’t expose her to the kinky fuckery that Dameon and I will be indulging in.
“You both have three days to pack and get organized; movers will be arriving at your home on Monday.”
“Yes, sir,” I mock salute him. He shakes his head, amused by my antics.
He really doesn’t know what he’s signed up for.
The remainder of the flight passes quickly, and before I know it, we’re descending the front stairs onto the tarmac. Waiting for us are two sleek black Range Rovers, their drivers standing at attention, hands clasped behind their backs. Dameon guides me toward one of the cars, and when we reach it, he spins me around, cradles my head in his hands and plants a gentle kiss on my forehead.
“My driver will take you home,” he says. “I’ll see you in three days. Be good.” He winks, giving my ass a playful pat as I step into the car.
