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CHAPTER THIRTEEN
As I suspected, Rich Daltry was just intentionally wasting our time and jerking us around. He had every intention of signing the contract after Sophia backed him into a corner. Instead of just telling us before we left his office, he waited until we left to sign and fax the contract back to my office. After our snorkeling adventure and a late lunch, Sophia wanted to walk and window-shop. While we were strolling down the sidewalk, Dana called to tell me our legal department had approved the contract.
“Looks like we have some time open for a couple of days, Sophia. There’s somewhere I want to take you,” I intentionally leave the pertinent information out.
“Wherever you want to go is fine with me, Dom,” she squeezes my hand as she answers.
An hour later, we’ve showered, dressed, packed, and the private jet is being readied. Sophia still hasn’t asked me where we’re going and I’m sensing that she trusts me a little more. My internal smile finds its way to my face and she catches me grinning for no apparent reason.
“What are you smiling about, Dom?” her tone has a teasing admonition in it.
“I was just thinking about you and how you must trust me now,” I reply bluntly to gauge her reaction.
“I’m learning to trust you. I do for the most part. I guess I’m just still waiting for the other shoe to drop.”
“This is me, Sophia—I’m an open book. I’m not hiding from you.”
“I haven’t seen you get really mad yet, Dom. I don’t know how you’ll react when that happens,” her eyes are wide and her voice has a twinge of apprehension in it.
“It doesn’t matter how mad I get, Sophia. I would never raise my hand to you and hurt you. That isnotthe kind of man I am,” I assure her, although I know my words mean little in this case. If I reassure her and show her, she will eventually learn to take me at my word.
“Why are you being so patient with me?”
“I’ve already told you. I am your Dom. I know what you need, even before you do.”
* * *
Back on the private jet, Tucker takes his place in the cockpit with the pilot, Steve, while Sophia and I take our seats. Susan is busy making the final preparations before our flight but takes a moment to bring us a drink. Sophia sips on hers and keeps glancing at me every few seconds. It’s killing her to not know where we’re going, but I have a feeling that knowing would make her even more nervous.
Taking her hand in mine, I simply state, “Calm,My Angel. You’re with me, you’re mine, and I take care of what’s mine. Remember?” This tactic works and she obediently complies with my order.
We settle in comfortably on the plush, leather couch and Sophia snuggles up to my side. Within a few minutes, she’s fast asleep and using me as her personal Dom pillow. She throws her leg over mine and wraps her arm around me. Even with as uncomfortable as I’ve become after more than an hour of sitting in this one position, I don’t want to wake her, but she just feels too good and my cock is throbbing with need for her. The private bedroom in the back of the jet is calling my name.
“Sophia,” I say softly as I rub her back, “wake up, love.”
She stirs and lifts her head, looking around in confusion before she realizes where she is.
“We’ve already taken off?” she asks.
I chuckle, “Yes, love. We’ve been in the air about an hour now. There’s a bedroom in the back of the plane. Why don’t you join me?” I intentionally lower the timbre of my voice, leaving no room for misunderstanding.
Sophia reaches up and kisses me intimately before saying, “I’m with you. I’m yours. Take care of me.”
Helping her to her feet, I place my hand at the small of her back and guide her to the waiting bedroom. “Stand still for me, love. I want to savor every second of this.”
Sophia nods and I begin undressing her. With every piece of clothing that’s removed, my hands and mouth worship the skin that’s revealed. Her low murmurs of pleasure spur me on, making it more and more difficult for me to wait. As a Dom, I have trained my body to comply with my will. When I’m with Sophia, the carnal side of me is in a constant war with my controlled side to take over.
Quickly shedding my clothes, my excitement and readiness for her is abundantly clear. Her soft hand grasps my cock and begins to slowly move up and down. Folding her legs, she drops to her knees and wraps her splendid lips around me. Her hand is as the base of my cock and begins working me faster, in tandem with her mouth. My head falls back of its own accord as she takes me deeper and I feel the back of her throat.
“Damn, baby, you’rekillingme,” I growl and pull her to her feet. Covering her mouth with mine, I guide her until we’re in position on the bed. As I bury myself in her, I pour my feelings into every thrust, every kiss, and every love bite I leave on her beautiful skin. There’s something about the sight of my teeth marks on her creamy skin that intensifies my libido.
As we hit our peak together, I fight back the urge to tell her how much she means to me. It’s too soon to express the sentiment, to voice the words, or to give life to the thought. Regardless of whether I say it, I’ve already taken the biggest step and given her the one thing I’ve never given anyone else. She just doesn’t realize the significance of it yet.
* * *
Two hours later, we land in Corpus Christi and Tucker secures our car and luggage while Sophia and I freshen up. The Texas heat hits us as soon as we exit the plane and the only consolation is the breeze blowing off the bay. Tucker pulls the S65 AMG Mercedes Sedan around and we climb into the back, instantly feeling the relief of the air conditioning. Opening the compartment between our seats, I retrieve two chilled bottles of water.
