“Look at me.”His voice wrapped around her like warm honey.“Unless I specifically tell you otherwise, I always want to see your eyes.”
Having recovered her sass, which let’s be honest, never stayed lost for long, she glanced around the cabin with exaggerated interest.“You asked to see me, Master R.”Her eyebrows climbed toward her hairline.“I don’t see a potential anywhere.”A frown creased her forehead as a thought came to mind.“Or is she already primed and ready in the bedroom?”
“Neither.”His grin could have given the Cheshire Cat lessons.“I need your...shall we say...services during takeoff.”
“I’m afraid I don’t follow.Are we going to discuss your potentials?”
“We’ll get to that later.No, Angel.”He pushed back from the desk, the sound of his zipper unnaturally loud in the quiet cabin.“I need you to blow me off.It helps me to relax and leave behind the stress of the week so I can enjoy the flight and entertain our members.”
Xia’s jaw dropped so fast, she was surprised it didn’t hit the carpet.“You’re not serious!You want me to give you a blowjob during takeoff?”
“Indeed.”His expression was perfectly serious, though his eyes danced with mischief.“It’ll help you, too.Even though we have additional measures to control cabin pressure, it doesn’t work during takeoff.Sucking my dick will prevent your ears from popping.See, it’s a win-win.”
She couldn’t believe he was using aviation physics to justify a blowjob.Then again, this was the man who probably explained impact play using Newton’s laws of motion.And here she was, pretending to be scandalized when this exact scenario had starred in her dreams more times than she cared to admit.The chance to be in complete control of his pleasure, to determine exactly when and how he’d lose it.Almost like Christmas had come early, complete with a very special package to unwrap.
“Well?”His voice dropped to that commanding tone she found impossible to ignore.“I believe you know the logistics of how it works, sub...or do you need me to give you directions?”
She bit back a smile.Only Rex Oliver would treat oral sex like a corporate training session.Complete with KISS objectives, probably, and a performance review afterward.Though she had to admit, his creative approach to mile-high club membership held a certain...appeal.
“Come now, subbie.It’s become, shall we say, a ritual for all the Master owners of a GoldenEye Airbus.”
“Oh, really?Is it written in a handbook somewhere?”
He chuckled.“Max started the habit with the first club opening.Since then, we have seen the benefits, and now...”
“Now, it’s become a company perk?”The last thing she expected when she woke up this morning was to be discussing corporate benefits packages while contemplating giving Rex Oliver the blowjob of his life.But then again, nothing about this job had ever been ordinary.
“You could say that.”His eyes glittered with mischief.“Though I don’t believe HR would approve the official wording.”
“Should I file this under Additional Duties as Assigned or Oral Performance Reviews?”She couldn’t help but match his playful tone.
His amusement rolled through the cabin like aged brandy.“Are you stalling, Angel?Making me think you don’t want to please your Dom?”
“You’re not my Dom.”The words crawled out before she could stop them as Cheri’s earlier advice rang in her ears.
His expression shifted with authority settling over his features.“You belong to me, Angel.You are my sub.”
A slow smile spread across her face as the pieces clicked into place.“Which means you’re my Dom, right?”
He studied her with new interest, as if seeing another facet of a familiar jewel.“It goes without saying.”
“Remember that, Master R.”Her voice carried a hint of challenge that surprised them both.
“Enough.”The word cracked like a whip through the cabin.“The engines have heated up, and we’re about to taxi off.Come, my pet.No more stalling.Please your Master.”
Nothing about this day had gone as expected, but as Xia moved toward him, she couldn’t help thinking that sometimes, the best surprises came wrapped in crisp business suits and Dom-shaped packages.
Xia sank to her knees with deliberate slowness.The thick carpet cushioned her descent as she settled between his spread thighs.Her fingers traced the hard ridges of his muscles through the tight leathers, feeling the way they tensed beneath her touch—the first crack in his carefully maintained composure.Her heart missed a beat at the implication.
“Remember whose permission you need before you come,” she purred, tilting her head just enough to let her dark lashes flutter against her cheeks as she looked up at him.His breath hitched as his knuckles whitened where his hands clenched into fists on the armrest of the chair.
“I’m the Dom, subbie.You don’t get to tell me when.”
“Well, it was worth a try,” she cooed as she leaned forward, her lips parting just enough to let the wet heat of her tongue drag along the length of him through the barrier of his pants.His body jerked in response, a low, guttural sound tearing from his throat as she mouthed him through the leather, teasing him with the promise of what was to come.
The plane’s engines roared as it started to taxi out, the vibrations humming through the floor and into her knees, syncing with the slow, deliberate rhythm of her hands as she freed him from the restrictive leathers.Her lips curled into a satisfied smirk at the sight of his thick, flushed cock—already leaking at the tip.Mighty Master R was slipping under her ministrations.
She didn’t waste time.
