I laughed at that, the sound echoing in the quiet room.
"Are you wearing the vibrator?"she asked suddenly, her tone dropping into something much more commanding.
"Yes... OH, FUCK." I feel a pulsation inside me, Kelsey laughs on the phone while I try to keep my breathing under control. I remember her activating it on her phone when she sent it. The vibration stops seconds later. "What are the rules, Reena?"
"You're paired by app, Kitty. You'll need to let me know when you want to sleep." I agree with a murmur. "If you think it's interesting, I have access to all the cameras on the plane."
"Except for the fact that there's a crew, that's great. I don't want to try anything exhibitionist for now. If it were just you, that would be fine."
"Okay. Wait." I heard the rapid-fire clicking of her typing, and shortly after, she came back on the line. "Now there will only be one flight attendant besides the flight crew. She will stay in the cabin and only come out when you call her. Only I will see you."
"I don't know. I'm afraid of too much technology."
"No problem. I'll activate the bullet from time to time, and if you get too excited, call me and go to the bathroom. If you don't come, as soon as you get here, I'll be waiting for you with champagne, and I'll make you come until you fall asleep."
"So, if I don't come on the flight, when I get there I get a bonus?"
"Exactly." She says in a softer tone, I think she's excited because she's getting me where she wants me. "I have one condition,"she asks, and I smile contentedly."If I don't come here, manage to control myself, and everything works out, you'll have to watch me masturbate in front of you, drinking champagne, without being able to touch me until I come for the first time."I hear a low "fuck" escape from her mouth, and then she agrees. "Excellent. We have a deal."
The company concierge appeared in the room to inform me that the crew was ready. I said my goodbyes to Kels and quickly sent out a flurry of texts to my mother, Sarki, Don, and Charlie, letting them know I was officially off the grid. With the exception of Don and my mother, who remained their usual selves, the other two wished me a safe journey, hoping I’d return looking as serene as if I’d spent a month in silent meditation.
Once I settled into the aircraft, I took a moment to absorb the cabin. There were six seats, each one a plush, fully reclining throne. The crew greeted me with practiced professionalism before serving sparkling wine in a delicate crystal flute.
I may have grown up with privilege, but private jets and high-end vintage bubbles were a far cry from my upbringing. My father never believed in flaunting our status; he preferred to fly under the radar. For him, money—even the wealth kept offthe balance sheets—was strictly for the family’s well-being and security, not for show.
I felt a faint, rhythmic pulse from the vibrator and instinctively crossed my legs, taking a slow sip of my wine. I looked directly into the cabin’s security camera and raised my glass in a silent toast. I knew she was watching.
The vibration intensified the second the announcement came that the doors were closed and we were beginning our ascent. I took a shaky breath, feeling the sudden heat between my thighs. I took another long, steadying sip as the engines roared, and the plane finally left the ground.
The vibration stopped. A few hours passed in total silence, leading me to believe that Kelsey had finally fallen asleep. But the moment I stood up to grab a sandwich from the minibar, a sudden, violent surge of vibration caught me off guard, making my legs wobble. I laughed softly, carefully avoiding looking at the camera. I needed to build a tolerance; I was determined to master my breathing and stay in control.
I turned on the small screen using the remote on the wood-grain stand beside my seat. I looked toward the camera and offered a calm smile, as if nothing could phase me—as if I were looking at rainbows through the window instead of feeling like I was about to ignite from the heat building in one specific place.
I shed my sweater and reclined my seat to watch TV. The vibrations intensified, and I silently cursed Kelsey for it. I crossed my legs tighter and pressed the button to summon the flight attendant. She was stunning, with a deep, sun-kissed tan and an accent that, if I had to guess, sounded Hawaiian. The vibration had to be at its peak. I gripped the armrests, knowing my smile was starting to fracture.
"Miss Woods? Can I help you? Are you alright?" she asked, her brow furrowing with concern.
"Yes, I’d like something more substantial than a sandwich... and a hot chocolate, please. To help me sleep," I replied. Another wave of vibrations crashed over me, and I glared at the camera above the television. I lowered my voice, reaching out to touch her wrist. "You wouldn't happen to have any sleeping pills, would you?"
"I think I have a few in my toiletry bag. I'll bring you a snack as well," she promised.
My phone, already linked to the jet’s Wi-Fi, buzzed. I smiled at the image on the screen: a side table with a glass of whiskey. In the background, the television was blurry, but I was certain it was a live feed from the plane. I messaged her back, asking if she had any intention of sleeping at all.
K. Calama:"Do you want me to sleep so that time passes more quickly, or so the vibration between your legs stops?"
Kelsey’s message flashed on my screen. The second I read it, the intensity surged, and I let out a low, involuntary moan. I noticed an email from Vanessa regarding investments had just hit my inbox. Money is usually a good way to kill the mood... or at least distract from it. I quickly replied to Kelsey, telling her I wanted her ready for me tomorrow. I was undeniably wet; I could feel it with every breath. I was breathing so deeply and frequently that I was sure the flight attendant thought I had a phobia of flying.
She returned, handing me hot chocolate and blueberry pancakes. I thanked her quietly and managed to eat in a rare moment of stillness. Kelsey must have decided to let me eat in peace. Then, the attendant produced a small pill—a well-knownsedative. I’d taken it before, I thought. I swallowed the pill with a gulp of water.
I messaged Kelsey to tell her I was going to try to sleep."Take the vibrator off and have sweet dreams, Kitty,"she replied almost instantly.
I stood up, my legs feeling heavy as I made my way to the aircraft’s lavatory. Once the door was locked, I carefully removed the device. The sudden absence of the vibration felt like a deafening silence against my skin, leaving me with a lingering, unfulfilled ache. I sighed, cleaning the toy and tucking it away in my bag before returning to my seat.
I turned my attention back to Vanessa’s email. It wasn't as complex as I’d feared, mostly movements of shares and shifting profits to increase dividends. Peter used to handle all this bureaucracy during our marriage. I typed a quick reply, telling her I’d check with my banks and get back to her soon.
I leaned my head back, trying to force myself to relax, but my brain was racing and my body was still screaming for the orgasm I’d been denied. Frustration washed over me. To calm down, I scrolled through a hidden folder of photos of Kelsey, then flipped through the Christmas shots with Sarki, Vanessa, and Elisa.
Eventually, my thoughts drifted back to Peter. I wondered where he was, what he was doing, and how he planned to sabotage me next. My head was spinning.
