“We will need a seatbelt extender if it’s not too much trouble?” he asks, moving his eyes away from me for a moment to look at her.
She gives him a small smile and nods her head before moving back to the galley, returning quickly with a seatbelt extender. Before I can ask him what it’s for, he’s hooking it up and wrapping it around us, effectively locking me in against him.
I look down at him with wide eyes as he smirks at me.
“Has anyone told you how fucking ridiculous you are?”
“No, they’ve never had the guts.”
I scoff. “You’re not intimidating, Mr. Sanders,” I say with a faux posh accent.
He lifts a challenging eyebrow as he pinches my cheeks with one of his hands as he speaks.
“That’s what you think, Miss Fischer.”
Before I can quip back, he brings my face to him, my squished cheeks pushing my lips out for him and he eagerly takes advantage of the opportunity. The plane starts to move but we don’t break apart. Instead, our kiss deepens as our tongues intertwine with one another. My hands are in his hair, his are in mine. I couldn’t even tell you how long we stay there for, just making out like a couple of teenagers. It’s long enough for us to line up and take off, though because pretty soon I feel us lift into the air, the small windows showcasing us slicing through the clouds as we ascend through the sky.
I pull back for a moment as Nico begins kissing up and down my neck as I look out the window. I haven’t been on a plane in a while and I’ve never been on one like this. A few moments later, the captain comes in through the intercom, quietly telling us that we have reached cruising altitude and we are free to roam about the cabin.
That is all the permission Nico needs. Without pulling away from me, he unbuckles our seatbelt and stands up, me still firmly grasped into his arms as he begins walking me to the back of the plane.
“Where are we going?” I ask as his lips silence me.
He doesn’t answer me as he continues walking before he lets go of me, and I’m free falling. Well, only for a second before I land with a bounce on a bed. I look around to notice that we are in a bedroom of sorts. A large bed, two side tables, a mini closet and a private bathroom is all around us. Nico turns, shutting the door and locking it before facing me once more.
Excitement and nerves rattle through me.
“Are you a member of the mile high club?” he asks.
I shake my head quickly and he smirks.
“You’re about to be, but first, strip.”
I hesitate only for a moment before I begin peeling off my clothes until I’m laying on the bed completely naked. Nico’s eyes roam over me, a ravenous look to them and I expect him to pounce on me. But he doesn’t. Instead, he moves around to the side of the bed, pulling something out before he moves to the next corner and the next until finally, he is by my side, pulling out a strap and wrapping it around my wrist. I look up at him with concern as he simply moves to my ankle, strapping that down as well.
“What are you doing? Are these?—”
“Under the bed restraints? Yes,” he answers as he straps my right ankle down before moving to my other wrist.
“Does your board members know they are sleeping on top of your kinky fetishes,” I laugh, though I’m honestly trying to hide how fucking turned on I am right now. I swear to god I’m leaving a wet spot on the bed.
Nico pauses his work on my wrist, his eyes coming to mine as he lifts a single eyebrow.
“I had it installed this morning before our arrival,” he says, fastening my wrist tighter than the others.
A sharp gasp escapes me at the move. Not in pain but more so in surprise.
I watch as he takes several steps back, watching me as if he were assessing the scene as he tilts his head to the side.
“Try to move.”
“What?” I ask.
“Move, pull against the restraints. Try to get away.”
I feel my heart begin to thunder inside my chest as I nod softly and begin tugging at the restraints. My arms are lifted and above my head and my legs are spread out pointing towards each corner. Ihonestly look like a human star fish. And I can’t budge more than an inch on any restraint.
A satisfied smirk crosses Nico’s face as he begins unbutton his shirt, shrugging it off his shoulders before moving to his pants. When he pulls his cock out, he strokes it a few times, looking down at me with a look of hunger that has me desperate to rub my thighs together. Unfortunately for me, I can’t.
