Kalie sucked in a breath. That was all she had with her to wear. With all the buttons torn away, what would she do when they landed?

Erik pushed the dress from her arms, letting it fall from her body. Roughly, he tugged her bra upward, releasing her breasts. He covered them with his hands, squeezing and stroking. His thumbs found her nipples and rubbed over them, making them hard with need.

“Take it off,” he commanded, his eyes searing her.

She reached behind her and unhooked the bra. He pulled it from her arms and tossed it on the floor. Then his mouth covered one of her nipples and he sucked—hard—making her gasp. Tingles danced through her and then… Oh, God, his fingers stroked between her legs. She could feel the slickness as his fingers pushed into her.

He toyed with her—suckling her nipples and fucking her with deep thrusts of his thick fingers—until she was gasping for air. Then he stood up and unfastened his pants. He pulled out with his long, hard cock.

God, it was every bit as big as she remembered. The shaft was so thick she recalled that her fingers couldn’t fit all the way around him.

And his cockhead…

He presented it to her. It was so large, she wasn’t sure how she had gotten it in her mouth last time.

He coiled his hand in her hair and pulled her to him. His tip bumped against her lips and when she opened, he pushed inside her, stretching her lips wide. It filled her mouth and she was afraid he’d thrust forward.

But he didn’t.

“Suck it,” he instructed.

She sucked on him, running her tongue along the smooth skin below the corona. She wrapped both hands around his shaft and began to stroke. The kid-leather-soft skin glided over the iron-hard muscle beneath.

Still gripping her hair, he moved her head forward and back, pushing his cock in just a little more each time. She squeezed him between her lips as he pulsed into her mouth. His breathing was increasing and she wondered if he was close. She ran her hands over his balls, which were tight to his body, then he erupted inside her with a groan, filling her mouth with hot liquid.

He pulled his cock from her mouth, then tucked it away again, zipping up his pants.

He pulled her to her feet and tugged her to the seats again, then sat her down beside him. She was naked, except for the garter belt, stocking and shoes.

Erik picked up a magazine and started reading.

She had no idea how long the flight was and she’d be sitting here naked the whole time.

Erik’s fingers brushed over her thigh, then drifted between her legs. As his fingers glided over her slick folds, she opened her thighs in invitation.

He teased lightly over her flesh, driving her wild with need. After a few minutes, she found herself arching against him. When she did that, he moved his hand away, resting it on the armrest. She sucked in air, trying to calm her breathing. Once she settled down, his hand glided over her stomach, then between her legs again.

For over an hour, his hand teased her, stroking her sensitive flesh, sometimes teasing her clit… even slipping inside her… But he didn’t take her to release. Whenever she made the mistake of arching against him, because she was desperate for more, he drew away again.

His fingers slipped inside her and he stroked her inner passage. She stifled a moan, assuming he’d deprive her again if she did. His stroking soon turned to gentle thrusts. But just as the pleasure built to a blissful state, he slowed, losing that delightful momentum.

Now his fingers rested inside her, unmoving, as she fought to sit very still, not wanting him to abandon her soft, inner flesh.

But slowly he drew his fingers from her. She squeezed around him, desperately wishing she could hold him inside her.

He slipped free.

“I suggest you sleep. It’s still a long flight ahead.”

“I’m not really tired.”

His eyes hardened. “I said sleep. I want you well rested when we arrive.” He pressed a button and her seat reclined.

She immediately closed her eyes, but as she sat in that comfortable seat, all she could think about was how much she wanted his fingers inside her again.

Or how much she’d love to climb onto his lap and take his big, hard cock inside her, then ride him to heaven.

Finally, she drifted off, with dreams of his big cock filling her again and again.

* * *

Kalie jerked awake as she felt the wheels of the jet touch down. The seat belt was snuggly fastened over her hips and a light wool blanket was covering her body.

When the plane came to a stop, the steward returned.

“We’ve been cleared through Customs and will be deplaning in a few minutes. Is there anything I can get you while you wait?”

Kalie noticed the wine and food he’d brought earlier had been cleared away.

“No, that’ll be all,” Erik said.

Once the man was gone, Erik unfastened her belt and drew the cover from her body. His gaze glided over her mostly naked form, renewing the heat thrumming through her.

He pulled something from his pocket—oval and shiny—and then pressed it between her legs. It slipped into her slick opening.

“It’s a vibrator.” He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and flicked his finger across the screen. Then he tapped a couple of times.

She sucked in a breath as the little device inside her buzzed to life.

“I can control it with my phone.” He tapped and the thing stopped.

He stood up and grabbed a bag from the upper compartment, then pulled out a black bikini top and a swath of fabric in a black floral print.

“Put these on.”

She pulled on the skimpy bikini top, then stood up, She realized the black patterned fabric was a sarong, and wrapped it around her waist, then tied it in place. The fabric over her breasts was very thin, clearly revealing the outline of her nipples.

A few minutes later, she was following Erik down the stairs from the plane to the tarmac. Wherever they were, the weather was balmy and she could see palm trees and a clear blue ocean in the distance.

He led her to a car and soon they were driving along a seaside road. The view of the ocean and sandy beaches was breathtaking. Erik ignored her, reading email on his phone.

She wanted to ask where they were, but she wouldn’t. As they drove, the little vibrator inside her sprang to life again. She sank lower in the seat, her insides melting. She wanted to throw back her head and cry out. To beg Erik to make her come. But she was too embarrassed to do any of that in front of the driver. And Erik would probably frown on her showing her need.

The device sped up and she bit her lip, pleasure taunting her. She would not succumb.

She didn’t know how long the drive lasted—she’d lost all track of time while riding the vibrations pulsing through her—but they finally slowed and the car pulled up in front of a beach house facing the ocean.

The driver opened her door and helped her from the car. Thankfully, the vibrator inside her had stopped. Erik walked with her up the stone walk to the front door, then unlocked it. He pushed it open and gestured her in ahead of him.

She sucked in a breath at the luxurious surroundings. The furniture was all clean, contemporary lines in neutral tones, but the artwork was bright and colorful. Huge windows overlooked a large terrace, complete with infinity pool, and a stunning view of a sandy white beach and the turquoise water of the ocean beyond.

The driver carried the luggage inside, then closed the door behind him.

She turned to Erik. “This is lovely—”

But his mouth stopped her words, his hands tight around her waist, holding her hard against him. Then he backed her up, his tongue driving into her mouth. She felt the wall at her back and his hand pushed under her sarong and found her slick flesh. He stroked her soft petals, then ground his pelvis against her. His cock was thick and hard.

He grabbed her upper arm and dragged her across the room, then down a hallway. He swung open a door and a quick glance around told her this was different than any other room in the house. It had things in it. Unusual things. Like floggers and riding crops. Chains on the wall. Odd furniture she could only guess at the uses for.

He pushed her against the wall and chained her wrists above her head. The metal cuffs held her arms suspended at a forty-five degree angle upward.

Erik backed up to inspect his handiwork. He stripped off her sarong and let it drop to the floor, then he stroked her intimate flesh again. He unclasped her bikini top, then pulled the strap, which connected behind her neck, over her head and tossed away the scrap of fabric.

His hand covered her breasts, stroking them roughly, then pinching the nipples until they were as hard as beads.

“Do you like me touching you like this?” he murmured.

His hands, although rough and aggressive, fueled a flame inside her, setting her need ablaze.