The look on his face was equal parts smug and tortured.
Slowly and deliberately, he said, “Go on, Maia. Tell me to…stop.”
And just like that, he’d thrown a gauntlet, a taunt to put an end to this game if I didn’t want to play. All I had to say was “stop” and he’d immediately follow my command.
But Ididwant to play. I wanted this more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
So I ran, not out the door, but past him and towards the back of the plane, easy prey that knew it was trapped. Hell, easy prey that wanted to be caught.
It only took him seconds to catch me.
I still squealed in surprise when he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back against him. Despite my struggles, he overpowered me easily.
He practically purred in my ear, “That’s it, Maia. Show me how much you hate it.”
He let out a whisper of a laugh because I’d stopped fighting him and was arching into his hardness, grinding myself against the bulge in his pants.
He unbuckled his belt. “That what you want, baby?”
“No!” I started to struggle against his hold again, but we both knew it was an act. I hadn’t told him to stop.
“That’s fine,” he said. “I want to hear you beg first anyway.”
14
ZANE
Now
* * *
For once in my fucking life I’d had a plan. A rehearsed fucking speech.
She was supposed to be sitting there in a blindfoldwith clothes on, but she never was good at following fucking directions. Instead, I found her stripped and bound like my fantasies come to life.
In the seconds I stood there trying to gather my composure, I discovered the darkest side of myself.
You could just fuck her and she’d never know.
I needed to get the fuck off the plane, but I couldn’t just leave her there, so I sat down.
She agreed to have sex without knowing who it was. She had to know there was a possibility it might be you. It could’ve been anyone. All you’d really be doing is giving her what she wants.
“We were supposed to talk first,” I said in a feeble attempt to regain my sanity.
Words, asshole. An apology. Talk to her.
She pretended to resist, wriggling and showing me just how tiny the thong she was wearing was. It was doing a better job of parting her pussy lips than covering them. I ran a hand across my mouth, fighting the urge to sink to my knees and taste her.
This was wrong.
I’d never be able to live with myself if I took what she was offering without telling her it was me, but I couldn’t talk to her while she was almost naked and flashing how wet she was at me.
I was surprised I was able to stand since all the blood in my body seemed to currently reside in my cock, but I got up and released the rope that bound her wrists.
She smiled, then it faltered as I helped her to stand.
She’s gonna fucking kill me when she takes that blindfold off and thinks I planned all of this to trick her.
