CHAPTER SIX
Holly
Oh god.
My skin prickled as the hot water beat on my shoulders.
Because I just lost my virginity to a man I barely know, and yet it was amazing.
Exhilarating.
Absolutely thrilling.
I was in the plane’s small shower, rinsing my hair while the water sluiced all over my body. Ooh. A tremble ran down my spine.
Because Mr. Evans touched me there. And there. And there.
The man just didn’t know how to stop.
And after that first time, I lost consciousness. It’s crazy, for sure. How in the world?
But my vision blacked out, and when I came to, the cuffs were gone. Mr. Evans loomed over me, that massive form filling my vision.
“You’re okay, sweetheart,” he rasped, stroking my cheek. There was a strange light in those blue eyes, something that called to my innermost soul. “You ready to go again?”
I gasped. Because is this what happens to virgins? I’d always imagined losing my innocence to a man on my wedding night. Or at least, to a man that I was deeply in love with and had been dating for a long time.
Yeah, it’s old-fashioned.
Old school even.
But I can’t help it.
And now, the opposite has happened. A man chained me to his bed, tying my body up tight. And then that thick cock had plunged within, making me scream. Not moan and gasp, but scream with ecstasy.
Oh god.
This doesn’t happen in romance novels. Princesses don’t do this with their princes.
Or do they?
Because I’d come so hard, welcoming the invasion into my sweetest space. And after it was all over, Mr. Evans was … gentle.
Sure, he took me again. And again. And again.
So much so that my pussy ached now.
But there was meaning to it. He was careful the second, third and fourth times. No more cuffs. No more steel chains.
Just hard cock, all the way.
And I loved it.
My body shuddered as I plucked one of the little travel soaps and began lathering up. Oooh, tenderness ruled my form. Because his penetration had hurt for sure. But it was damn good as well.
So amazing.
I bent over and started washing down there, careful with the sensitive flesh. It’d been obscene, looking down as he fucked me. My labia stretched so wide around cock, tight and straining.
His massive shaft emerging from between my lips, coated with glistening juices.
My glistening juices.
Growing hot, my cheeks flushed.
Because I’d let go like a flood. The cream had been unstoppable, and soon Mr. Evans’ cock had been coated in female goo.
Oh god.
My hand moved slower, cleaning my inner thighs. But then something unexpected happened. Because a giant glob of semen slid out of my sex, slipping down my thigh before swirling down the shower drain.
What the?
Hot embarrassment flooded me, and then panic.
I froze.
Wait, wait!
And realization flooded my mind.
Because I’m not on the pill. I’m not on any type of birth control, period, and we didn’t use anything. Mr. Evans promised to pull out, but everything had happened so fast.
Oh god.
Eyes wide, I stared as the last remnants of goopy white swirled down the drain, heart hammering in my chest.
This was wrong.
I should be outraged, afraid, and horrified, all rolled into one.
But it’d been so good. Thrilling. Exciting. I bit my lip, remembering that moment when Mr. Evans spurted inside me. It had felt like a firehouse unleashing itself within my body, pumping the tiny space full.
My clit trembled, pussy lips growing moist once more.
Because Mr. Evans had been irresistible. Powerful. Dominating. Is this how sex always feels? Touching the very essence of your soul?
My hand swept over my clit, and a jolt of pleasure rocketed through the sensitive spot. Oh god! I leaned against the shower wall as the water continued to beat down in hot bolts. Slowly, a finger slid into my pink cavern, exploring inside.
Oh god.
This was wrong.
I never touch myself like this.
But Mr. Evans has brought out the bad girl within.
Because I stirred the digit a little then, his spunk coating the questing finger.
God, there was so much.
And without thinking, I inserted second finger, stretching my core. Oooh, yeah. A shiver ran through my core, fingers pumping in and out slowly. Yes, Mr. Evans, take me, take me. I leaned back more and sighed, tilting my head up in ecstasy.
Because Mr. Evans is my everything.
That giant cock.
The way he took me ruthlessly.
Oh, yes! I want more!
And listening to the siren song, I slipped a third finger in, this time stretching my pussy to the max.
Hell yeah!
And suddenly, my core burst. Yeah, right there in the tiny stall, I had my fifth massive orgasm within two hours.
It was crazy, but my body didn’t care. Ripples shot through my arms and legs, knees collapsing on the hard tile. Spasms wracked my cunt, fingers aching and stiff as the warm, wet walls came down hard like a clamp.
“Oh, Thorn!” was my helpless mewl. “Oh god, Thorn!”
And suddenly, a little sensor went off on the ceiling above me. A blue light blinked while a chime sounded.
Oh shit!
The plane was landing!
I needed to get out of here stat.
Limbs still shaking, I jumped out of the shower and grabbed one of the towels, pulling on my uniform in a hurry. Oh god, my hair was a dripping mess, the dress sticking to my curves damply.
Where was Mr. Evans?
His big frame wasn’t in the bedroom. So hurriedly, I stepped into my stilettos and wobbled outside. There he was, seated in one of the big white chairs, not a hair out of place.
Oh god, the man was handsome. An Adonis, reading a paper, like nothing untoward had happened.
Except he’d fucked me silly, inducting me into the mile-high club.
And those blue eyes flicked up, a smile on his lips, flashing even white teeth.
“Hey there,” came that soft drawl. “You feel okay?”
Never mind the fact that I was a hot mess. I knew what he was talking about. My aching pussy. The vaginal lips that had stretched so wide to accommodate him.
And I blushed, our connection immediate.
“Yes,” was my answering murmur. “I’m fine, thanks.”
“Good,” he growled, still devouring me with his eyes. “Now why don’t you take a seat and make yourself comfortable as we land? I’ll be gone for,” he paused, glancing at his watch, “about two hours. Damn meeting. But after that, we’ll head from Charlotte to Chicago. What do you say, sweetheart? Are you ready for round two?”
Round two? My cheeks flared. We’d already done rounds one through five in the back bedroom. The next leg of the flight was more like round six.
But shyly, I nodded.
“Yes, sir. I’ll be ready when you return.”
Mr. Evans nodded, pleased, snapping his paper again.
“Perfect, sweetheart,” he growled. “Now get your seatbelt on because we’re landing.”
And tottering off in my heels, I strapped myself into the staff jumpseat once more, heart pounding. Because oh god, I had two hours to recover before the big man was back. Two hours to rest and relax, and get myself together. But the truth was that I didn’t need two hours. Because I’d be ready for the alpha … anytime and anywhere.
***
Katrina’s bright, cheerful face filled the screen as she picked up.
“Hey, how are you girl?” she chirped. I was sitting in one of the plush white chairs in the main cabin section. Mr. Evans was gone, and after the maintenance crew left, it was just me.
Dressed in my jammies, I knew I looked ridiculous. After all, how many people wear flannel cat pajamas when they’re on a private aircraft?
But hey, Katrina’s my buddy, so I popped open a bag of potato chips and slipped a few in my mouth. Yum. Chips have always been my weakness. Potato chips, tortilla chips, baked or fried, I love them all. Especially Cheesy-O’s, those are my favorite.
But right now, there was a lot of catching up to do.
“Hey girl,” I waved. “What’s goin’ on?”
My buddy grinned, tossing back a mane of long, blonde hair.
“Not much,” her eyes squinted, looking curiously at my surroundings. “Wait, are you still on the plane? You’re not in the hotel room, are you?”
“Yeah, I’m on the plane,” came my satisfied crunch. “It’s easier if I stay here until the client comes back. It’s just for a few hours.”
Katrina nodded, her face alight with glee.
“So aren’t you gonna tell me? What’s going on? This has to be juicy, ooh, I’m so jealous.”
I bit my lip, rolling my eyes a bit. And since we have a mind-meld, Katrina immediately squealed, almost bouncing up and down in her chair.
“Oh my god! You really did it. You boinked a guy. Congratulations, girl, welcome to the dark side.”
I sighed, cheeks hot again. But then came a smirk. Why not? Everyone has sex. It’s not like it was dirty or criminal or anything.
Except maybe what Mr. Evans and I did was dirty and criminal, with the chains and all.
Oh my god. But it felt so good.
But I decided to skip that part for now.
“Yeah. It was… it was really amazing.”
Katrina’s eyebrows flew up into her wispy blonde hair. “Oooh! Tell me about it. Did you, you know, do the uh uh uh?”
Katrina was so ridiculous that I had to giggle. Besides, what was she talking about?
“I don’t know. We had sex. What do I say?”
She pouted. “You know! You know what I’m talking about. I've always dated older men and this client was up there age-wise, right? So was he big? Did he have trouble?"
I thought back, trying to remember if anything had seemed difficult for Mr. Evans.
"He was big,” came my slow voice. “But what do you mean, trouble? Everything seemed okay,” my voice trailed off uncertainly.
Katrina remained unfazed.
"You know, trouble. Getting it up. Older guys often struggle, I’ve seen it a million times,” she confided in a low voice. “There are lots of tips and tricks, no worries,” my friend almost whispered. “I can help if needed."
Oh my god, this was hysterical. Mr. Evans had no problems like that at all. I guffawed rudely, potato chips almost spurting from my nose.
“Naw, we’re good Kat. My guy was hard the whole time.”
Because Thorn had been so ready, rigid and pulsing. His pants had tented, barely restraining the powerful length. It was comical thinking that some guys couldn’t get it up compared to my recent experience. We’d done it … three or four times in two hours?
"Then you don't have anything to worry about,” pronounced Kat with a sigh. “You’re lucky,” she confided. “Almost all my boyfriends have been on Viagra and the like. It helps sometimes, but not always,” she said sadly.
This conversation was out of this world.
“Kat, that’s why you have to stop dating seventy year-olds,” I said patiently. “They’re too old for you.”
But I knew my friend wouldn’t listen. It’s in one ear and out the other with this girl. She likes them old, and that’s that. Not even a lightning bolt to the head was gonna change her preferences.
But there was one thing my buddy could help me with.
“But he was really big.” I confided, cheeks flushing hot again. “Like really, really big.”
The blonde rolled her eyes, sighing.
“It was your first time, of course he felt big. You’ve never been used before, so you’re small. But show me with your hands, how big?” she demanded.
Hmm, how to do this?
I formed my thumb and finger into a circle. No, that wasn’t even close. So using both hands, I cupped them together, miming an iron pipe. Yeah, that was more like it.
And Katrina gasped, eyes going wide with shock and awe.
“No way! There was no way he was that big! It’s impossible! Does that even exist?” In a lower voice she continued, “Is your pussy destroyed? I mean, seriously Holly, you must be hurting.”
I giggled a little.
“Yeah, I mean, it hurt, but I’m okay.” My body heated thinking about how full he had made me feel. “Mr. Evans went slow at first, and it hurt when he put it in. But after a while, it felt really, really good. He said I’d stretch,” I confided. “Because I’m young.”
Katrina burst into laughter.
“Man, this guy is a player,” she said skeptically. “Stretching because you’re young? Because you’re so “elastic”?” she asked, miming air quotes.
I frowned. In fact, Mr. Evans did say that. He used the word “elastic” when describing my pussy, saying that it could bend in ways older women couldn’t.
But I put it out of my head. This was just a coincidence. And Katrina seemed to forget it too.
“Come on, show me the plane!” she demanded with a bright smile. “I want to see what it’s like to fly private.”
I giggled, her excitement contagious.
“Okay,” I said, lifting the laptop so that the camera faced away. “Here’s the main cabin area, and as we walk back here, you can see there’s a private room in back.”
“Oh my god, perfect for sexy times!” squealed Katrina, bouncing up and down. “You really are a member of the mile high club now.”
I rolled my eyes. Because she sounded a little like Austin Powers, it was so ridiculous. But it was fun giving my friend a tour of the plane, going over every little detail.
“Open that closet,” she directed over the screen. “What’s in there? There are so many nooks and crannies.”
I slid the door open obligingly. Nothing interesting. Just a coat rack, with some empty hangers, a black suitcase on the floor.
“Oooh, what’s that?” squealed Katrina, eyes wide. “What’s in that suitcase?”
I frowned.
“It probably belongs to Mr. Evans,” was my slow reply. “He’s only gone for two hours, so it’s probably his luggage.”
“Take it out!” she squealed. “Let’s find out all his secrets.”
No. That wasn’t right. I was his employee and didn’t want to be fired.
“You know I can’t do that, Katrina,” was my patient reply. “It’s not right. That suitcase is private, and I can’t just go opening it.”
She mock frowned, pouting.
“But what if he has Viagra inside?” she wheedled. “This is your chance to find out!”
I rolled my eyes, exasperated once again.
“There’s no Viagra,” I said firmly, shutting the door. “And we’re moving on.”
Just then low voices sounded outside, with footfalls clanging on the gangplank. Oh no! Thorn was back! I glanced at a clock. It had been almost two hours, and Mr. Evans had returned. And yet, here I was giving my buddy a tour of his plane.
"I’m sorry, I have to go. Thorn’s going to board again soon."
Katrina waggled her tongue. "Oooh, ‘Thorn.’ Already calling him by his first name, huh? Okay, bye. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!"
I clicked off, hastily shoving the laptop into my bag. And right in time too, because Mr. Evans stepped into the small cabin then, his blue eyes roving over my form sensuously.
“Hey,” he drawled. “How’s it going?”
Things were great. Except that I was still dressed in my cat pajamas, hair rumpled.
“Comfy, aren’t we?” he asked, an eyebrow raised.
And at that moment, the engine kicked on. Oh god, oh god, kill me now.
But Thorn was unfazed.
“Come on, take a seat,” he invited, gesturing to one of the white leather chairs. This was weird. I should have been wearing my uniform, sitting in the staff quarters. But instead, the billionaire was inviting me to make myself comfortable in the main cabin. And completely unperturbed, acting like nothing was wrong, the alpha buckled himself in, turning to me with an expectant look.
As the plane took off, I studied that handsome mien. There was no need to talk just yet with all the noise, but I wasn’t sure what to do going forwards.
Because do I ask him how the meeting went? Do I ask him about his day? But that seemed too girlfriend-like. I was just a paid companion, here to help him relax. So what next?
Calm down, the voice in my head spoke. You’re gonna be okay. You’ve already gone so far with him. Things are gonna be okay.
Thorn continued to remain silent as the plane leveled into cruising altitude. And then those sapphire eyes turned my way again.
“So tell me about yourself,” he said smoothly.
I gaped a little. There wasn’t much to tell what with the Burger Bistro position already out in the open.
“I’m not sure,” were my soft words. “What would you like to know?”
Those blue eyes looked at my quizzically.
“Well, you said you’re from LeBar City. How’d your family end up there?”
I paused for a moment. The story’s not great, but again, this man already about my humble past. There was no sense in holding back now.
“My mom is disabled,” I said slowly. “And my dad hasn’t been in the picture for ages. Way back when I was two, we used to live with my grandma. It was real cramped, so my mom entered the lottery for public housing.”
Thorn nodded.
“Yeah, I know those lotteries. My conglomerate has built a couple of the affordable housing complexes, like Evergreen Lake and Forest Hills over in Queens.”
I nodded.
“Well, usually it takes years to get off the list. Except that because my mom is disabled, we got the call within a few months. And soon Kathy and I were able to move into LeBar City. It’s just a one-bedroom for the two of us, but we’re grateful.”
Thorn nodded thoughtfully again.
“So you go to school in the City?”
“Yes,” was my slow reply. “I graduated from our local school. It was hard because I was working a couple jobs in addition to going school, but I’m proud of my degree.” Suddenly, tears filled my eyes even as my chin flew up. Because Thorn could never understand. He was a billionaire businessman for whom forty thousand dollars was nothing, just a rounding error. How could he know empathize with my plight?
But the dark man nodded again.
“Affordable housing can be expensive if you don’t have means,” he said smoothly. “But tell me sweetheart. What are you doing after this? You’re not going to be a flight attendant forever, are you?”
I took a deep breath.
“I’ll be one for as long as you’ll let me,” were my slow words. “Because we have medical debt. My mom has bills, they’ve been piling up for years now. And if you’ll have me,” I said, voice choking. “I’ll work long and hard to pay them off. It’s either that or bankruptcy.”
Thorn sat back in his chair then, perplexed.
“I thought you said your mother was on disability? Isn’t there medical care that goes along with that?”
I took a deep breath even as my eyes filled with tears again.
“Yes, but it’s just not enough,” was my slow reply. “My mom’s back has gotten worse. It’s one of those things where things look okay in x-rays, but the pain is excruciating. So we opted with an experimental treatment.”
Thorn said nothing then, although those arched black eyebrows flew up.
“Yes, experimental,” I confided, staring at my hands. “It’s the only way,” were my rushed words. “Kathy’s in such pain every day, and we were desperate. So when the doctor said he’d prescribe something off-label, we agreed.”
“Has it worked?” the dark man growled, eyes intense.
And to my shame, tears really began to roll down my cheeks then.
“Yes, it helps with her pain,” I said softly. “But the thing is that we can’t afford it. We’ve been taking out credit cards to pay for her treatment. Insurance won’t cover off-label stuff, so maxing out cards was the only way. But we’re in a bad place,” I confided softly. “Our bill is well into the six figures now,” I said sadly. “Bankruptcy is probably the only option.”
Thorn’s eyes grew faraway for a moment as he looked out the window.
“I’m sorry to hear that, sweetheart,” was that low rumble. “Bankrtupcy is harsh, for sure,” he added. “But sometimes it’s the best option. It can clear your debts in one fell swoop, courtesy of the judge, leaving you with a clean record. You don’t have any student debt, do you?”
I almost choked with laughter.
“No, high school was free, and college isn’t in the works,” I said, just slightly bitter. “No student loans, thank goodness.”
Mr. Evans nodded approvingly.
“Good, because the bankrutpcy court won’t discharge those. Those never go away. But sweetheart, don’t be afraid of bankrutpcy if that’s what it comes to. It’s just a way of restructuring your personal finances.”
My cheeks flamed. Because how could he understand? The prospect of turning to the courts for help made my cheeks flame. We’re poor, but bankruptcy was just so embarrassing. We had nothing anymore, paupers at the end of our tether.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, looking down as the cat pajamas again. At least they were clean. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
But Mr. Evans could tell that my heart wasn’t in it. And a big hand seized mine then, that warmth enveloping my small palm.
“Sweetheart, like I said, bankruptcy’s not the end of the world,” he growled. “Trust me, I know. I’ve taken companies through multiple restructurings. It’s just a way of giving yourself a fresh start.”
But shame clogged my throat.
“It just sounds bad,” I managed in a choked voice. “I can’t believe things got so bad.”
Mr. Evans gave my hand another encouraging squeeze.
“You’re gonna be fine, sweetheart. Trust me. I’ve been through bankruptcy before myself,” he tossed off.
My gaze jerked up.
“You have?”
He nodded.
“Sweetheart, like I said, it wasn’t personal bankruptcy. It wasn’t me, Thorn Evans, asking the court for relief. But it was bankruptcy all the same, just taking a bunch of Fortune 500 companies through the process. Trust me, honey, it’s not that bad. It’s just a bunch of paperwork and lawyers, and hopefully at the end, you get some relief.”
I nodded tearfully.
“We just have so much medical debt,” were my broken words. “I can’t pay it off anytime soon, not even with this new salary.”
And with that, Thorn hauled me into his lap, crooning into my hair.
“Shush, sweetheart. I know this is hard for you. It’s not easy, but nothing worth having ever comes easy. It sounds like you’ve been real brave, taking care of your mom while she’s on disability. It’s all gonna work out, I promise.”
And with that, I let loose. Huge, honking cries came from my throat, tears drenching his business shirt. But Thorn never let go. The billionaire held me tight in his lap, cradling me close, and it felt good. Because I’ve never had someone there for me before. My family is poor, everyone caught up in their own problems. And Katrina’s too flighty, my best buddy always coasting on Cloud Nine.
So to finally have someone listen and empathize felt good, even if he was my employer. Sure, it wasn’t appropriate, but you know what? It felt good to have someone listen for the first time in my life, to stand in my shoes and nod their head in agreement. And even if the billionaire couldn’t truly feel my pain … it felt good to know that he’d tried.
***
I woke with a start.
“Wha- where am I?” was my startled cry, jerking upright. Suddenly it all came rushing back. I’d confessed more of my impoverished past to Thorn Evans, the entire sad story coming out in a torrent, pathetic and small.
But he hadn’t laughed. Instead, the billionaire had pulled me close, offering that big form as comfort. He’d talked to me about bankruptcy, framing it as a strategic alternative to endless debt, instead of the shameful, embarrassing event I’d made it out to be.
And suddenly, my face flamed. Because oh god. I was still in his lap, that massive form cuddling my curves close.
“Mr. Evans,” I whispered, cheeks flaming red. “I’m so sorry I fell asleep. I’ll get right up and get to it, I’m so sorry,” was my aghast cry, trying to get up from his oh-so-comfortable legs.
But Thorn wouldn’t let me, instead tightening that warm circle around my waist.
“Naw, no worries, sweetheart. You were pretty wrung out from the emotion,” he growled, blue eyes intense from two inches away. “Relax. No need to rush. We still have an hour before landing.”
And that azure gaze was so mesmerizing from inches away. Oh god, how did I look? Like a silly girl for sure, my hair a mess, cheeks blotchy, and still dressed in these cheesy cat pajamas.
But Thorn didn’t seem to care. He pulled me close again, resting that chin on my head.
“You okay sweetheart?” he growled. “What you’ve been through is a lot for an eighteen year-old girl.”
I took a shuddering breath, trying to summon some strength.
“It is,” came my soft voice, caught between his neck and shoulder. “But it’s okay. I’ll survive. Mom and I have survived worse before,” I said in a small voice. “It’ll be fine.”
He held me close, letting the heat from his big frame permeate my limbs. Oh god, it felt so good, like this man was a source of strength and power, supporting my trembling, weak self. It must be amazing to have a man like this on your side, a constant ally.
But that was the stuff of dreams. I was a nobody who’d broken down on the job, no less. Seems that being on payroll couldn’t keep my emotions from tumbling forwards and spoiling the professional atmosphere.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered again, burying my face in the crook of that bronzed neck. “I’m sorry.”
He trailed a kiss over my forehead, deep voice intimate.
“No need to be sorry. But I’d like to play now, if you’re up for it.”
Oh god, of course. That ravenous male hunger, unquenchable and unstoppable. But I was ready because Thorn had been so kind. The billionaire had no reason to sympathize with me. I was an employee after all, just a girl he paid for access to my body.
But somehow, it’d turned into so much more. I’d cried into his shoulder, revealing my humble roots, the disaster that was my mom’s health, and our impossible financial situation. I’d made clear how this job was our salvation, and our only hope at digging ourselves out of a deep hole.
And Thorn had listened. Kind and caring, the man hadn’t uttered a word of judgment. Instead, the alpha had nodded, speaking soothing words. Bankruptcy wasn’t so terrible, he intoned. It was a strategy to get yourself out of a financial pickle, just like anything else. There was no reason to be ashamed.
So I was grateful to the alpha for his considerate ways and kind words. Who knew? I’d expect immediate dismissal after all that had happened, and yet clearly, Mr. Evans had other things on his mind.
Because the male was looking at me ravenously now, devouring my heaving tits, the lush Double Ds curvy and full even under the flannel pajamas. One big hand had made its way to my thigh, resting there, warm and confident.
And yes, I wanted it. So tipping my chin up, I looked into that blue gaze and brushed my lips against his.
“Thank you,” was my soft mewl. “Thank you, I appreciate it so much.”
To my surprise, the billionaire didn’t pounce immediately. Instead, he gripped my chin in strong fingers, that blue gaze fierce.
“It’s no trouble, pretty thing,” he rasped hoarsely. “I’m from humble beginnings myself, and sweetheart, you have to remember, this is just life. You’ve done an amazing job making it this far, you’re gonna do great in the future.”
And with a half-choked cry, this time I threw myself at him. Because somehow our positions had become reversed. Instead of the ravenous alpha devouring a sweet virgin, I’d become the virgin who desperately wanted to give myself to him. I wanted to show this man how much I adored his words, even after just a short while together.
And this time, our kiss was pure fire. Heat sparked from our lips, tingles running to my fingers and toes, a low warmth burning in the pit of my belly.
“Yes,” I cried against those sculpted lips, murmuring my assent. “Yes, yes.”
And with that the fireworks exploded into an uncontrollable bonfire. His mouth descended on mine, all-consuming, hungry and male, devouring my lips as that hot breath grazed my cheek.
“Yes, sweetheart,” he rasped. “Yes, my Holly.”
And with that, we were in the back bedroom in a flash, the door latched shut leaving us in silence.
“Sweetheart, are you sure you’re ready for round two?” he rasped, that big body male and dominating, huge in the small room. “This is so new to you.”
But there was only one answer as emotions swirled in my chest, big brown eyes lifting to meet his with genuine sincereity.
“Yes, Mr. Evans, I want this. I’m ready. Yes, please.”
Thorn remained unmoving for a moment. The billionaire still had his suit on, and was making no move to take it off. His gaze burned into me, making my skin feel hot.
“You look beautiful perched there,” he growled smoothly. “Lie down.”
The duvet shifted as I relaxed my body onto the bed. The cool fabric made me shiver, and Thorn broke out in a grin.
“Delicious,” he murmured. “Now, show me.”
I lifted my head. “Show you?”
He nodded, leaning against the wall. “I know you were thinking naughty thoughts while I was gone. It’s natural sweetheart, it was your first time with a man. So show me what you were thinking about.”
My face burned as I realized what he meant. I was suddenly very aware that I was curled up on a bed, naked before him. Goosebumps raced down my arms, and I felt my body betray me as wetness leaked between my legs.
He can’t really expect me to touch myself! And he’s going to watch? What if I look stupid?
Oh god, I was in over my head already. Within two seconds, this play had already pushed my boundaries, stretching and expanding into new territory.
But the air was different between us now. There was a meeting of a minds, and deep understanding that wasn’t there before. And I wanted this man, desperately. Not just because of the money, but because of who he was and what we could become together.
I slid my hand down my stomach, toward my slit. Electricity flew through my nerves. A moan escaped my lips when I touched the sticky wetness, now trailing from my sex to my inner thighs. I spread my legs a little wider. Did this look alright? God, it was a little embarrassing, but I didn’t want to let that show when it felt so good.
My body took over as I shut my eyes. I pretended Thorn wasn’t watching. Instead, I pretended that I was alone, dreaming of the big man. I pretended that his hard dick rammed into me, nearly splitting me open. I shuddered as my fingers recreated the moment for me, pushing into myself, my inner core, as it coated my hand in juices. I had never felt this aroused, home alone with my thoughts. This was incredible, though still not as good as him really inside me. I burned for him.
Please touch me. This is torture.
Slowly, my eyes drifted open and I saw him watching me. His pants revealed that he was hard, straining against the fabric.
“That’s right, show me how naughty you were while I was gone.” He growled, eyes alight. “Now, take those sticky fingers and work one into your ass. Show me just how naughty you can be.”
“What?” I froze. Having sex was one thing, but putting things in my butt was a totally different story. How was this happening anyways? We were having a romantic meeting of the minds, albeit in the back room of a plane.
But that’s the thing. Thorn is an experienced forty five year old man, while I’m a naïve eighteen year old. He expected me to move fast, to learn like an A student, and my thoughts churned.
Oh god. Could I?
Was it gross and unsanitary? Is he serious?
But at the same time, there was something titillating about the prospect. Anal play? By myself? In front of him?
Yes, if it would bring us closer. If it sealed the bond between us, then absolutely yes.
Thorn shifted his cock in his pants as it grew even larger.
“Sweetheart, it’s fine,” he growled. “Push your fingers in, otherwise it’ll hurt even more when I put this in there,” the man gestured at the bulge at his crotch.
My eyes widened. “You’re going to put that in my butt?”
“That’s right, pretty baby.” He chuckled. “You’re mine, all mine. Now, do you want to take time and give yourself a proper stretch, or do you want to do this the hard way?”
Oh god, this was moving so fast. I wasn’t ready. But I had to be.
“Yes. I mean no! I mean yes.”
The big man chuckled, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Well then, you better give me a good show. Now start.”
And slowly, my fingers slid out of my sex. I bit my lip as I pressed one against the entrance of my other hole. It felt weird, dirty, and stunningly good as well. Even better, because he was watching.
I pushed harder, forcing my finger inside. My nail scraped a little, making me shiver. It was harder to pump in and out, as the skin clung to my finger. My eyes flicked up to him, pleading, asking if I was doing it right.
“You’ll need more than one finger in there,” the billionaire rasped, eyes alight with arousal. “I’m far bigger than that.”
I gasped. He really is serious! My body quivered as I pushed a second finger into my butt. It felt crowded as I tried to push them in and out.
The alpha rumbled deep in his chest. “Much better. Keep going and I’ll give you a treat, pretty baby.”
My body protested as my third finger tried to find a way in. I whimpered, frustrated that this was so difficult.
There’s no way he can fit.
“Come on, don’t make me wait, or else no treat,” he rasped, voice near breaking now.
I pulled out my first two fingers. My hole felt strange, empty. I pushed all three against my entrance, trying to shove them all in together. It hurt, my skin protesting against the intrusion. Finally, all three slid inside. I took a deep breath. My body felt impossibly full. I struggled to move my hand to pump all three in and out.
Thorn nodded. “Good. Now, tell me how naughty you are.”
My cheeks burned as I blushed. “Um, I’m a bad girl. I was thinking naughty things today.”
“Tell me, what did you think about?” He popped the button of his pants.
I tried to keep my hand moving in and out while the words got caught in my throat. “I um… I was in the shower… and all your come was in me.”
He stroked his dick through his pants. It looked impossibly big. “Go on.”
I can’t believe that’s going in my butt. I don’t even know how it will fit inside. My cheeks colored shamefully, even as the core within heated.
“Um, I was just so turned on. And, um, I started to touch myself.”
My pussy was so hot, I wanted so bad to reach down and touch it, but I needed my other hand to balance. Whimpering in frustration, words escaped then.
“Your semen started to fall out of me. So, I stuck my fingers inside me and started to mix it around.”
He nodded, his face dark with lust. “What a naughty girl you are.”
“Then I played with my clit, while thinking about you. I really wanted to cum again.” I could feel my slit quivering, my clit so swollen and frustrated. My fingers kept pumping in and out of my butt. His eyes raked over me, the anticipation tightening every muscle in my body.
“Mmm.” He groaned. “And does my pretty girl want to cum again?”
I nodded, my body in total control of my mind. “Yes, please”
He leaned over me. “Don’t stop moving your fingers, and try to get a fourth in.”
My mouth fell open as he pushed his fingers into my pussy, his rough thumb stroking my clit. All self-control fled, leaving only desire. “Oh yes!” I screamed.
As promised, I kept fingering my asshole, doing my best to try and figure out how to get my last finger in. The walls of my pussy were like a vise around his fingers. I threw my head back, almost losing my balance. Oooh, it felt so full, and I could feel his fingers rubbing against mine through the wall of skin. My body shuddered; it was so delicious!
“Come for me, baby,” he growled.
I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut as I lost myself to the sensation of his hand pummeling me. I tried to keep pace with my own fingers, and I had finally wriggled the fourth in. He dug his thumb hard into my clit, circling it roughly. A blinding orgasm rolled over me, sending me thrashing and screaming on the bed.
“Oh my god. Yes, Thorn. Yes!”
My pussy and ass went wild then, spasming and clamping non-stop, shudders wracking my frame.
“Oh Thorn!” was my helpless cry, eyes squeezed shut. “Oh god, oh god!”
The billionarie kept his hand inside me, letting me ride out the aftershocks even as those blue eyes gleamed. As promised, I kept moving my fingers inside my ass, exhausted, unsure what came next.
And with an obscene pop, the alpha pulled his fingers out of my cunt.
“I’m glad you liked your treat.” He licked his fingers. “Now the real fun begins.”
His clothes were quickly discarded, revealing a huge member weeping precum at the tip. Thorn knelt on the bed, and waved his cock in my face.
“Suck it, and don’t stop your fingers. Keep going down there sweetheart, you need to keep stretching down below, otherwise you’ll just bounce back like a rubber band.”
I struggled to pull his dick in my mouth with my body at such a weird angle. He shoved one of the pillows under my head, helping me. Then he grabbed my hair, and began guiding my head up and down his shaft. His cock butted against the back of my throat. I wasn’t surprised. He was so big. I tried to breathe slowly and not gag. Whenever my throat would feel too full, too strained, he would back off and push into me further again.
“All right, you can stop now,” he groaned.
I pulled my fingers out, and let his dick slide out of my mouth. He grabbed my arm, flipped me over. I was on my stomach with my ass in the air. My body quivered, scared that his cock would truly tear me open this time.
“All right, let’s start here first, then move on to the main event, baby girl.” He grunted as he thrust his cock into my dripping pussy. My back arched against him, and he pushed me back down onto the bed again. His hips rocked against me, his dick plumbing my insides. When he reached underneath to stroke my clit, my tongue rolled out of my mouth.
My mind was numb, there was only pleasure. I screamed and bucked against him. “Oh, god yes, fuck me. Fuck me!” I wailed.
“Such a naughty girl.” His voice was low, dangerous. He spanked my ass while still keeping rhythm. “You know what I do to naughty girls?”
I shook my head, unable to formulate a proper response. His finger strummed my clit hard. He held my body in place, my pussy speared on his gigantic cock as I flailed, a second orgasm crashing over me.
I’m going to die. It feels so good I think I’m going to die.
My chest heaved as I fought to catch my breath. Before I could reorient myself, he pulled his dick out of my pussy. I could feel my juices leaking down my legs. It quivered as the open air invaded me. I whimpered.
“Ready?” The low gravel of his voice sent shivers through me.
I nodded, my body screaming for more. He pressed his manhood against my asshole. I yelped in surprise. He laughed at me, pressing harder, forcing the entrance to stretch and accept the head of his dick. I scrabbled at the duvet, trying to escape.
“Naughty girls belong on the end of my cock,” the alpha ground out as his head slipped inside me.
My body was screaming, fighting to reject the intrusion. I felt as if I would be ripped apart as he continued pressing inside me. It was as if it would never end, his dick just kept going and going.
Oh please no. I whimpered as more of his cock slid inside me. It’s too big.
His fingers dug into my butt as he slipped himself all the way to the hilt. I panted, relieved that it was over. But then squealed when he began pulling back out, only to slam back in again.
His hard body rocked against mine, smashing into my ass. My body soon fell into the rhythm as his strong hands held my hips in place. He leaned down and growled in my ear.
“Alright pretty baby, go ahead and reach down. Stroke that naughty little bud of yours.”
I groaned, leaning on my arm as I snaked my hand back to my clit. I could feel his balls slapping against my hand. My body felt like it was melting when I started tweaking my swollen button. My mouth hung open as my face was pressed harder into the bed.
“Fuck. So good!” he bellowed.
Thorn’s body began to speed up, his dick merciless as it pumped inside my ass. I dug my finger into my clit, hard. I needed to cum again, just one more time.
My legs danced and shook as my orgasm crept up on me. His hands clenched my hips as his cock spurted inside me. I felt so full as he spilled his seed into my body in a completely different way. I came hard on my hand, juice flooding from my core.
He gave one last thrust before pulling out of me. His sperm spilled out, and I fell over on the bed as he let go of my hips. I was a tangled mess of limbs, and unable to move, overwhelmed with sensations and panting desperately, trying to grasp what just happened.
“Dirty girl,” he chuckled as he delivered a hard spank to my ass. I squealed, my pussy shuddering with pleasure.
Thorn leaned over the bed, his breath tickling my ear. “It felt good, didn’t it? You’re so good, sweetheart, so nubile and fresh. Fuck, I just want more.”
I rolled my head to look up at him. My body felt hot and sticky, but I wanted so much to kiss him and drag him down for more. The alpha seemed to sense this, and drew back, laughing.
“Sorry, pretty baby. Time is up. I have another meeting to get to. Besides, we’ll be landing soon.” He straightened up. “But feel free to think more naughty thoughts while I’m away,” the man drawled with a wink, striding into the en suite.
I moaned watching the bathroom door close before the shower started with a creak. The ache of exhaustion began to creep into my limbs once more. I hugged one of the pillows close to me, trying to stay awake.
I still need to shower. I can’t just lay here like this. But this bed is so comfy, and he’ll be gone again for a few hours.
As I drifted in and out of consciousness, the alpha exited the bathroom. That chiseled, muscular body moved about the room, pulling his suit back on. I sighed, forcing myself to sit up, the dark man looking at me before leaning low to press a kiss to my lips.
“You make it so hard to leave,” the alpha growled. “So sweet, just like candy. But honey, it’s time to get up. We’ll be in Chicago soon, and you gotta put on something other than those cat pajamas,” the big man winked. “Better get rolling, sweetheart.”
And with a sigh, I sat up, making a wry face as my reflection, the tangled brown curls springing from my head like messy fireworks.
“You like cats, don’t you?” was my soft voice. “Cat pajamas aren’t so bad.”
The billionaire turned from knotting his tie.
“As a matter of fact, I don’t like cats,” he rumbled thoughtfully. “More of a dog person myself.”
And suddenly, I laughed because somehow, I felt completely comfortable around the man. It’d been an amazing seesaw of emotions, our journey incredible and difficult to believe. He’d hired me for my body, only to let me cry hot tears in his shirt. And then we’d had another steamy session, culminating with the big man telling me to change out of my cat pajamas.
“I’ll make you into a cat person,” was my sassy proclamation, sitting up in bed as my breasts bounced. “Trust me, I’ll find you the right feline and you won’t be able to resist.”
But you can’t get ahead of the billionaire because in one swift move, his head was between my legs, lapping at my pussy once again, that tongue sweet and hot.
“Sweetheart, I’ve already found a kitten to my taste,” was that low growl. “And don’t you forget it.”
I gasped, cheeks flaming, even as my thighs parted further, welcoming his sensuous caress. Because how has this happened? We were supposed to be nothing more than an employer and an employee, the CEO and his hired help. But somehow, it’s become something more. Something playful, arousing, emotional, and profound all in a few hours. How is that possible? How did this man come to have me on a string around his finger without even trying?
But it’s happened, and as that big frame disappeared into the main cabin, I smiled to myself. Mr. Evans was a mystery, a huge, gorgeous package with a soul inside … and I couldn’t wait to learn more.