When Rick said that he had a private plane, I was expecting something small. Even a Gulfstream is expensive, but this thing… “What is this?”

“A design of my own making,” Rick says. “The Panther. This is the very frist prototype in fact, customized now that initial flight tests have been completed of course.”

“It’s a jumbojet,” I remark, climbing the stairs. “Do you really need this much space?”

“No, but since I designed and test flew this thing, it’s mine now,” Rick replies in a tone that says that he doesn’t really care if he stands out or not. “Besides, the data is still being used, I’m proving that the engines for a Panther can run at supersonic cruise with the amount of fuel a 737 uses for normal flight. Great for PR. Come on, we’ve got a little while before we take off, but not a huge window.”

The inside of the plane is as luxurious as I could have imagined, with rich leather seats, a series of a dozen ‘pods’ that look like they could easily serve as seats, beds, or workstations if you wanted, and more to the back. “It looks like you could live in here.”

“I’ve thought about it,” Rick admits. “With the plans I have with the time I have left, you might find yourself spending a lot of hours in here. I want to get a lot of living in over the next year.”

I nod, and put my bag in the cargo compartment next to the entrance. “Where should I sit?”

“For now, we can use the leather seats in the front,” Rick says, stashing his bag next to mine. “How is your stomach feeling?”

“I’m okay,” I reply, sitting down and buckling in. “I must admit I’m slightly nervous.”

“I bet,” Rick replies. Freida joins us, and Rick talks quietly to her for a moment before she nods, and heads up front. “Freida will act as the navigator for this flight.”

“She’s qualified?”

Rick chuckles. “She’s a fully licensed pilot, just like me. Now relax, it’ll be about twenty minutes before we’re at cruising altitude.”

I sit back, watching out the window as the plane begins to taxi. It’s remarkably quiet, much quieter than I ever expected, and when my stomach drops as we take off, I make a little squeak of alarm. Rick looks over, amused. “Sorry,” I whisper, unable to tear my eyes away from the rapidly disappearing ground below us. Beijing is starting to light up for the evening, and I’ve never seen it from this vantage point before. I wonder if I’ll ever see it again. “I’ve never been in a plane before.”

“I suspected,” Rick replies before turning his attention back to the tablet he’s pulled out. There’s nothing else said for the next half hour as we climb to our cruising altitude. Other than a slight shudder as the readout at the front of the plane goes past the Mach barrier, I can barely tell we’re moving. In fact, I’m so into the silence and relaxing that I’m surprised when Rick speaks again. “Head to the back, get yourself prepared.”

“Prepared?” I ask, wondering what the hell he’s talking about. It is near dinner time, does he want to eat? “What for?”

“To consummate our union,” Rick says, looking over at me. “You didn’t think that we’d just do the whole artificial insemination route, did you?”

I balk, opening my mouth to protest but then close it. Of course, I’m his wife now, and while I know that Americans might have a different point of view on things, in my mind there are duties that I have to perform. And one of the biggest ones is trying to become pregnant. My fingers tremble again as I unbuckle my lap belt and walk down the aisle to the rear of the plane. On another side of a door marked ‘Private Quarters’ is a bedroom that, like everything else on the plane, is luxurious. The mattress feels like a cloud as I sit down on it, but still my hands shake as I fumble nervously with the buttons on my blouse. Mother didn’t approve, she wanted that one day of being the kind and wonderful matron giving away her daughter, but I guess she’s happy enough with the ‘appreciative gift’ Rick sent her, I don’t even know how much of a dowry he paid. Or maybe she was stunned when he showed up at her home with his limo.

I’m still struggling with my buttons when Rick opens the door and closes it behind him, locking it. “You’re not undressed.”

“I know,” I whisper, looking down. “Rick… I know this might sound strange, but I’m not experienced at this. I’m a little nervous.”

“Can you do what you agreed to do?” Rick asks, a slight bit of tension in his voice. “If not, I need to know now.”

“No!” I protest, worried if I say I can’t, he’s going to turn the plane around. “I can, I just… a little patience would be appreciated.”

Rick nods, smirking as he turns around and locks the door. “Patience I can do. Tell me Su Lin, how long has it been?”

I look down, biting my lip. This is not the way I expected my wedding night to happen, but it’s too late to back out now. “Four years. My last year in university I was still a virgin, and I didn’t want to graduate without at least knowing what it felt like, so my boyfriend at the time and I… well, you know.”

Rick sits down next to me, setting a warm hand on my knee, where my skin starts tingling again. What is it about his touch that has me feeling this way? We’ve only ever kissed once, at our ‘wedding,’ but still I could feel it then. There’s something undeniable about him, a presence and a confidence that makes a deep, instinctual part of me want him. “Then I guess I have a lot to teach you. Because trust me, Su Lin, by the time you bury me, you will be fully versed in every way a woman can be pleasured.”

I turn to him, my eyes widening as he leans in, kissing me. At the first touch I’m nervous, but the electricity of his lips and the way his tongue traces over my lips ignites a glow deep in my belly that I’ve never felt before. I didn’t tell Rick, but my one time with my boyfriend wasn’t all that much fun, and while not painful, didn’t exactly rock my world.

Rick’s kiss is different, though. There’s no emotional tenderness in it, but still his touch on my skin seems to set my brain on fire, and as he slides a hand over my breast, I can’t help but gasp as his fingers play with my left nipple, stroking and tugging it lightly until my head’s swimming with sparks of desire and my heart’s thumping in my chest.

“Lay back,” Rick says, and I’m unable to say no, spreading out on the top of the bed. Rick slides down my body, helping me with the catch on my skirt and pulling it down my legs to toss it, unconcerned, over his shoulder. “My… you are beautiful.”

Heat rushes to my face as I realize he’s looking at my panty covered pussy, a part of my body I’m more aware of than ever as his burning gaze takes me in. I reach for my waistband, trying to do my part, but Rick captures my hands, shaking his head lightly as he eases my thighs apart. “I’m going to teach you some things.”

“O… okay,” I stutter as he kisses the inside of my right leg. In my head, I know what he’s going to do, but I’ve never actually thought it would happen to me. Chinese men don’t do this, not the way Rick is as his tongue traces up the inside of my leg to the edge of my panties, making my heart stop for a moment before he teases around, knowing that he’s driving me insane with arousal. My pussy quickly soaks and I’m left breathless, clutching at the sheets until he pauses, the warmth of his breath felt through my panties but he’s not touching me at all. I look down, and I see him looking up at me with detached amusement in his eyes. It’s embarrassing, but I can’t help it, he’s turning me on so much. “Please?”

“Of course,” Rick says, sliding a finger inside my panties and pulling them to the side. The first touch of his tongue on my pussy lips is greater than anything I’ve ever experienced, and in moments he’s licking and eating me out with abandon and a rough thoroughness that has me shaking, crying out again and again in Chinese that I can’t take any more, but also begging him to keep going.

Rick hums in total understanding, his tongue circling my clit. I feel something press against me, and without pausing he fills me with two of his fingers, undulating them somehow and making my eyes roll back. The whole world goes black and I scream, my body quaking in an intense orgasm. It feels like the whole world is cracking as my body squeezes his fingers and I soak his face with my juices, and Rick doesn’t stop, rubbing a spot inside me that I’ve never felt before. The feeling of cumming doesn’t stop, but somehow draws out longer and longer, while at the same time everything snaps back into focus.

“Ready?” Rick says when I can finally see again, looking down to watch him withdraw his fingers. He’s shrugged off his shirt in the amount of time I’ve been senseless, revealing to me a body that looks like it’s been carved out of warm granite. Every muscle in his upper body is flawless, flowing into each other, not too big, not too small, but perfectly proportioned and every bit of it powerful. I marvel as a drop of sweat trickles down his neck and over his chest before disappearing into the deep grooves between his stomach muscles, tugging my eyes down with it.

He’s still wearing his pants, but as I watch he slides off his bed, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall to the carpet. Next is his underwear, and what’s revealed to me makes my mouth go dry. He’s… huge. Compared to the one and only other sex partner I’ve ever had, he’s at least twice the size, with a thick shaft that’s covered in throbbing veins that I just know will stretch and ignite the nerves inside my body until I’ve felt like I’ve been sent to heaven.

“Yes….” I whisper without even realizing it. Rick smiles, although again there’s no real warmth to his smile but more amusement. Still, as he climbs back onto the bed to rub the deep reddish-purple head of his cock through my pussy lips, I am still filled with a hunger, a need to feel this man claim me and take me. I spread my legs a little wider, curling my hips up to meet him and make it easier to slide into my body.

“Then now,” Rick says, impaling me with one savage thrust. It’s agonizing but also thrilling as his cock spreads me open, feeling like it’s ripping me apart from the bottom up and leaving me breathless again. Tears form in the corner of my eyes, and Rick pauses, watching my face as I adjust to his massive girth. My pussy squeezes and contracts around him, slowly accepting this powerful invader, and when it’s finally ready I give him a slow nod. “Hold on.”

I reach up, holding onto Rick’s shoulders as he starts pumping, thrusting his cock in and out of me in long, deep strokes that does more than stimulate nerves I never knew existed, but feels like he’s truly telling my body that I now am his. I clutch at his back, trying to look into Rick’s eyes, but I have to turn away after a moment. He’s not cold but I can see in his face that while he’s enjoying what we’re doing and he’s not trying to hurt me… there’s no tenderness there. He doesn’t care about my feelings, although he’s also going to make sure I enjoy this as a matter of course or just common courtesy. It’s slightly… embarrassing.

My body doesn’t care though as Rick’s hips drive his cock again and again into my pussy. His skin rubs over mine, grinding against my clit and sending shockwaves of heat through me each time he withdraws, only to powerfully take me again. I’m driven again, higher this time as my body knows that I’m being fucked thoroughly and completely, in a way that I never thought could be done. I certainly never felt this last time, and I’m squeezing him, trying to give him as much pleasure as he’s giving me.

My pussy clenches around him, and Rick grunts, speeding up as he’s pushed as well, abandoning his cool politeness to indulge in his animal desires. Faster and faster he fucks me, our bodies sweaty and slapping together as he pounds me deeper into the mattress. I tremble, caught on the edge of cumming again but some instinct inside me wants to feel Rick first. I dig my fingernails into his back, scratching him as his powerful ass muscles thrust his massive cock deep inside me, and Rick growls.

Rick pulls back, pausing before his animal side totally takes over. Time freezes as he pushes my knees up until I’m almost rolled in half, pounding my body relentlessly, grinding into me and obliterating everything except the feeling of his cock inside me, his body on mine, and the heat shooting up my spine to add to the fire inside my brain.

“Fuck!” I scream in Mandarin as Rick hammers me one last time, our hips slapping together. I squeeze him, my body convulsing as I feel my second orgasm explode deep within me. Rick almost howls in triumph and I feel his cock swell, exploding deep within me and making my climax even more intense as he fills me with his warm seed. There’s something natural, organic, and sexy as fuck about being filled this way, and as the darkness that’s been threatening on the edges of my vision descends, I know that this is just the first of many times that he might make me feel this way.

Still… for all the physical pleasure, I wish there was something more behind it too.

* * *

“Welcome to the United States,” Freida says, waking me from my sleep. I roll over, so shocked that I don’t realize that I’m still naked until Freida clears her throat and I look down, seeing my breasts exposed. I clutch the sheet to me, knowing I’m turning deep red.

“Where’s Rick?” I ask, looking around. “I thought I’d be awoken before landing.”

“Rick challenged the flight crew to set us down so lightly that you wouldn’t feel it,” Freida replies. “Come, we need to get you dressed before we have to go through Immigration and Customs. Don’t worry, I already had the papers prepared in the air, they’re printed out and just need your signature. Can you be ready in ten minutes?”

“Of course,” I reply. Freida leaves, and I quickly pull my blouse and skirt back on, wishing I had access to my bag where I have some fresh panties. Walking off the plane, I swear I look like I’ve got a sign on my forehead that says I just got fucked at thirty six thousand feet, but I’m too nervous to say anything about it. Freida meets me at the bottom of the steps and escorts me all the way through Immigration and out to the waiting limo before I can even think again. “Wait!”

“What?” Freida asks, closing the trunk on the limo. “Did you forget something on the plane?”

“No… but where’s Rick?” I ask. “I mean, I haven’t seen him since I woke up.”

Freida chuckles. “He deplaned as soon as he could, taking his personal car back to the estate. He explained you might be a little… sore, so riding in the passenger seat of his personal car wouldn’t be the best idea in the world for you. I don’t mind, it means I didn’t have to take the limo back by myself.”

“You drive this thing?” I ask, and Freida nods. “What else do you do for Rick?”

“Just about anything he needs,” Freida says. “Climb in, you can ride shotgun, if you like. It’s about a ninety minute drive out to the estate from here, if traffic’s good.”

I climb in, buckling up as Freida gets behind the wheel. “This isn’t the stretch limo, Rick only rents one of those when he feels the need,” Freida tells me as she turns the key. I’m surprised when there’s no sound at all as we pull out of the parking spot. I lower the window, but still… nothing. Freida quickly understands, and explains. “It’s electric.”

“An electric limo?” I ask, surprised. “An ecological supersonic airplane, an electric limo… what is Rick?”

Freida puts the window up, chuckling. “He’s been called a lot of things. Wunderkind, mad genius, Edison of the Twenty First Century… either way Su Lin, Rick Kelley is one of the most inventive minds the world’s seen in at least two generations. Most of his work is in the realm of aircraft design and energy research, although he’s tinkered in a few other areas. He currently holds over a hundred patents.”

“Many companies hold patents,” I reply, and Freida chuckles. “What? I studied that in university, how Apple holds patents on dozens of things they design.”

“K-S doesn’t hold the patents,” Freida says. “Rick does. As in, he invented them himself. It’s given him leverage when… well, that’s Rick’s choice when to tell you about that.”

“The business issue,” I reply, and Freida nods. “So why hasn’t he gotten married before me?”

“Trikala Syndrome,” Freida says sadly. “I started working for Rick ten years ago, and even then he had this sort of maniacal, fatalistic outlook on everything. He knew his time was ticking away, and there was so much that he wanted to do, to experience, to create. Five years ago, when Trikala went from stage one to stage two, he finally semi-retired, although he still keeps up a schedule that would put most men to shame. You’re going to have quite the task in front of you, trying to keep up with him as well as get him… well, get yourself with child.”

I swallow, watching as we pull onto the American Interstate. There’s nothing but blue sky overhead, a dramatic blue that I’ve rarely seen in Beijing, and so many trees… I can’t help it, I’m afraid. I feel like a little girl. I go quiet, worrying about the next year of my life as the miles roll by, my disquiet increasing every minute we leave the urban landscape behind and drive by what seems like vast empty spaces. “Freida?”

“Yes?” Freida replies, glancing over. “You feel okay?”

“I’m… I’m scared,” I admit. “I don’t know if I can do this. I want to, but how am I supposed to be everything that Rick wants me to be? I’m just a regular woman from Beijing.”

Freida sighs, and glances over again. “You have to. Because so much more than your future rests on it. But don’t panic, Rick also told me as he deplaned that he wants me to help you with your transition to American life. So I’m no longer his personal assistant, but yours.”

I look over, seeing the mix of hope, worry, and a little bit of hostility that I guess I can expect from someone in Freida’s position. “Thank you. I’ll do my best to learn.”

“Good. Lesson number one: from now on, you gotta learn to ride in the back. You’re the wife of one of the richest men in the world. You must learn how to act like it. The other lessons… well, they can wait until after we get to the estate.”