Doing it here, on my private jet at forty thousand feet, added another layer to the pleasure. She was completely mine up here. No escape, no interruption, just Laura naked and plugged and sealed, learning to accept her place as my property.
I watched her take another bite of tuna, watched the way her throat moved when she swallowed, and felt something shift in my chest.
I’d dominated women before. I’d trained submissives, spanked them, fucked them, enjoyed their bodies in every way I wanted. But I’d never felt likethis—like I could watch Laura eat dinner for hours and be completely content. Like the simple act of feeding her, of feeling her naked body pressed against mine, satisfied something deeper than physical need.
I didn’t think I’d ever get over it. The way she responded to dominance—the hesitation that made her submission so much sweeter, the tears and whimpers that showed how much it cost her to give in, followed by the desperate arousal that proved how badly she needed exactly what I was giving her. The data feed had shown me the truth from the beginning, but experiencing it firsthand and learning to control it for both our pleasures represented something else entirely.
I fed her another bite, my hand sliding down to rest possessively on her hip. My thumb traced small circles on her skin, feeling her shiver at the touch.
This wasn’t just about sex anymore. It wasn’t even just about dominance and submission. Somewhere between watching her try on swimsuits through the surveillance feed and seeing her kneel naked on my jet to worship my cock, I’d crossed a line I hadn’t meant to cross.
I was falling in love with her.
The realization should have alarmed me. I’d built my fortune on calculated risks and careful planning, on never letting emotion cloud business decisions. And Laura was supposed to be a business arrangement—ten thousand a month for access to her body and the right to train her however I wanted.
But as I held her against my chest, feeling her relax into my embrace despite her obvious embarrassment at being naked while I fed her, I knew it had become something more. Something that terrified and exhilarated me in equal measure.
I wanted to keep her. Not just for the duration of our Selecta Arrangement, but permanently. I wanted to watch her grow and learn, wanted to be the one who broke through her resistance and taught her to embrace her submissive nature. I wanted to see her face every morning and know that she was mine.
The possessiveness of the thought should have worried me. Instead, it felt right.
I finished feeding her in comfortable silence, my hand never leaving her body, constantly touching and claiming. When Elena returned to clear the dishes, Laura tensed again, but I kept her firmly in place, letting the flight attendant see exactly how thoroughly I owned this beautiful girl.
“We’ll be landing in about three hours, Mr. Gallagher,” Elena said as she efficiently loaded the cart. “Would you like me to prepare the bed?”
“Already done,” I said, glancing at the rumpled sheets where Laura had ridden the cushion so desperately. “Just leave us.”
When the door closed again, I shifted Laura onto the bed properly, pulling back the covers and settling her against the pillows. I climbed in behind her, nestling her into me and kissing her shoulder gently.
“We’ll wake up in Hawaii,” I murmured into her ear. “Will you like that?”
But Laura had already fallen asleep.
Laura
I woke to sunlight streaming through sheer curtains and the unfamiliar sound of waves crashing somewhere nearby. For a disoriented moment I couldn’t remember where I was, and then it all came flooding back—the jet, Elena, the riding cushion, Mike feeding me dinner while I sat naked in his arms.
I was alone in an enormous bed, the sheets cool where Mike’s body had been. I sat up, looking around the room for the first time in daylight. It wasn’t the jet’s bedroom. We must have landed while I slept, and Mike must have carried me here without waking me.
The room was stunning—all white linens and pale wood, with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking an impossibly blue ocean. A private lanai stretched beyond the glass doors, and I could see palm trees swaying in the breeze. My suitcase sat on a luggage rack near the closet, and my sundress from yesterday hung neatly beside it.
I climbed out of bed, suddenly aware that I was still completely naked. My face went hot as I remembered falling asleep that way in Mike’s arms. Had he undressed himself after I’d passed out? Had he watched me sleep?
I found a white terrycloth robe hanging in the bathroom and wrapped myself in it gratefully before venturing out onto the lanai. The view took my breath away—we were perched on what looked like a cliff overlooking the ocean, with black lava rocks visible through the crystal-clear water below. In the distance, I could see other buildings that looked equally luxurious, all designed to blend seamlessly into the tropical landscape.
“Good morning, sweetheart.”
I spun around to find Mike standing in the doorway, dressed casually in linen pants and a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up. He looked relaxed and happy, his dark eyes warm as they took me in.
“Hi,” I managed, my voice still rough with sleep. “This place is… I mean…”
“Beautiful?” He crossed to me and pulled me into his arms, kissing the top of my head. “I’m glad you like it. This is my favorite resort in the world.”
I leaned into him, breathing in his scent—that expensive cologne mixed with something uniquely him. “How did we get here? I don’t remember…”
“You were exhausted. I carried you from the plane and then from the car.” His hand stroked down my back. “You needed the rest after yesterday.”
My face heated as memories of yesterday flooded back—kneeling between his legs on the jet, riding the cushion while he played with my bottom, being fed dinner while completely naked. The casual way he’d displayed me to Elena, as if my nudity and submission were the most natural things in the world.
