Her hands move so quickly I can’t see them, but I hear the sound of myseatbelt being unclipped. Then, she lifts me up from my seat carefully. I shout happily as she takes me in her arms. It always takes me by surprise, but I hope I never get used to it. I put my hands around her neck, pulling myself closer to her as she carries me to the back of the jet.
Behind a thick curtain is a dim, cozy area, which is taken up largely by a wide bed that’s low to the ground. Crimson sets me down on it gently. Maybe it’s silly to think this way, but I always feel so precious when she does this. She’s so careful with me, and I can tell she’s going slowly so she doesn’t spook me.
She leans over me, her hair falling into her grey eyes.
“I brought something I think you might like,” she tells me. “I was going to save it for the hotel, but seeing you in that dress…” her eyes wander tantalizingly over my body, bringing a cool flush to my skin. “I can’t wait a second longer.”
I quiver, wondering what she could mean. “Can I see it?”
In a split second, her pants and briefs are on the ground, and she’s fastening something to her hips. My eyes widen as I take her in. She’s wearing a sleek, black leather harness, its straps flush against her skin. Fitted inside is a midnight-blue dildo, curving out from her center.
Immediately, there’s a flood of wetness at my core, and I feel almost dizzy.
“Do you like it?” she asks, with a cocky tilt of her head.
“Y-yes, I do,” I whisper, gazing at her hungrily. But despite the desire overwhelming all of my senses, I feel a little nervous. My fingers come up to graze my lips. “I’ve…I’ve never done something like that before…”
“Would you like to try? We can start slowly.”
I nod enthusiastically, lowering myself down onto the bed. She joins me, crouching over me. Her mouth finds mine, her cool lips kissing me assertively, her tongue dancing in circles. I find myself easing into her at the same time as a wave of anticipatory excitement builds inside me. My kiss becomes more insistent, more impatient as I imagine what it will feel like for her to be inside me like that, for her tofuckme like that…
When I feel her hands caress my thighs, I can’t stop myself from pressing against her tightly, desperate for what will come next.
She laughs, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates against my lips. “Are you hungry for me, sweet one?”
“Yes, sir,” I reply, glad that I didn’t wear any panties for our plane ride.
Her hand slides up to my dripping, ready pussy, and she releases a delicious moan. “You’resowet…”
“For you, my king,” I answer dutifully.
She works me deftly, the tips of her fingers teasing my opening, then pressing inside. She spreads me open, stretching me gently until I moan. Until I can’t bear to wait another second.
“I’m ready, sir,” I gasp. “Please…”
“Be a good girl,” she growls. “Tell me what you want.”
My cheeks flush, a pleasant tingle inside of me as I say the words. “I want you to fuck me…I want youinsideme…ah…”
I inhale sharply as she guides the tip inside me, its smooth head stretching me pleasurably. She oscillates her hips, pushing it in and out rhythmically, slowly. The sight of her moving this way is incredibly sexy, and again, I’m overwhelmed by the force of her presence, by her calm, powerful dominance.
But she’s moving too slowly, treating me a littletoogently…
And I buck my hips up sharply, taking her further inside me. The pressure is exquisite. I give her a playful smile, reaching up to brace myself against her shoulders.
Her lips curl into a devious smirk, and she replies in kind, her hips pushing the dildo into me smoothly, filling me up. My pussy tightens over the sensation, and I moan with satisfaction.
“What did I say?” Crimson asks, lowering herself down closer to me. I fold my arms around her shoulders, holding her like a lift raft.
“I want it deeper, sir,” I answer, feeling as though I’m coming undone. “I want it…ah…harder…”
“Good girl,” she purrs, her eyes flashing red. She moves her hips, penetrating me deeper, then swinging back out again. I shout at the intense sensation, that delicious discomfort of being stretched, of taking her inside of me. I need it…I needher…
I arch my back, moving with her, working her deeper inside of me with every thrust. I can see the muscles along her arms tensing, her fangs start to drop, their sharp edges glinting in the dim light…
My fingers dig into her as she pounds against me, as I lose myself in the heat of the moment.
She bends down, her lips by my ear.
