Gavin and I are taking our first trip on the private jet he just bought. It turns out that when he left the Irish version of the mafia, his dad didn’t take it as badly as we had feared. He gave him a very big sum of money as a parting present, to wish him well in his new relationship with me and also as hush money, to never tell a soul about all the things he had witnessed his dad and his friends do.

Of course Gavin wasn’t going to tell anyone. He had not only witnessed such acts but had kind of participated in them too, at least by being a silent accomplice and helping his dad clean up the messes. So if he told someone, he would be implicated too.

He didn’t turn down the hush money, though. And it turns out that there were a lot of people who wanted to give Gavin hush money. They also gave him money for favors to be done in the United States, which they themselves couldn’t do from across the Atlantic.

Therefore, my boyfriend became a very rich man. He had started out rich but was afraid of losing everything for me. Instead, he gained even more and it was truly his, since he’s his own man now.

As we pull up to the airstrip from which our jet will take off, I say, “I sure wish Monica and Tessa could come with us because this is a party after all— even if it’s just a company party— and they’re always lots of fun to party with.”

In typical Gavin style, he responds with, “Clearly, because that’s how you ended up being on stage, where I bought you.”

I laugh, even though it’s not true.

“I did that of my own free will,” I tell him. “They didn’t make me. In fact, it was all my idea.”

“Oh come on,” he says, “You hadn’t ever even partied with them when you nearly got yourself into all that trouble in Dublin, and then the next time you went out with them, once you got back to the States you were selling yourself up on stage.”

“Are you complaining?” I ask him, and now it’s his turn to laugh.

“No,” he says. “Just defending my position.”

“Well, your position is wrong,” I insist. “I was the one who decided I wanted to go to The Exchange that night, and give up my virginity. I was sick and tired of being ‘the good one.’”

“At least I came along right when you decided to start being a bad girl,” he says, with a grin, dropping the argument.

“You mean your dirty little sex slave, Sir,” I tell him, and he chuckles and nods.

“Anyway,” he says, “Even if your friends aren’t the cause of your corruption, they’re still not allowed on my jet.”

“And why is that?” I ask, since I can sense from his handsome, devilish grin that he’s about to say something sexy.

“Because I want you all to myself on there.”

“I see,” I quickly reply, knowing he was going to say something like that.

We’ve been together for over a year and a half now but I felt I’d known him from that first crazy day I met him.

As soon as we get on the plane, he says, “Now, no clothes allowed for the rest of the flight.”

“It really is a good thing my friends didn’t come,” I remark.

“That’s right. We’re going to spend this whole trip in our own private little mile high club. They’re not allowed to join this club and neither is anyone else.”

I undress myself just like he commands. I still like doing everything he tells me to do. My pussy drips wet with excitement as I take off the casual dress I’d just bought at Nordstrom for our trip to Phoenix for The Exchange party.

The saleslady had told me I’d better dress light because it’s hot in Phoenix. I don’t think she anticipated the benefits of being able to drop my dress at my boyfriend’s command.

Soon I’m down to my bra and undies as Gavin undresses as well. I unsnap my bra and let it fall to the floor where it joins my dress in a small pile of clothes I don’t need on this flight. My nipples are standing up hard and erect for him. As he takes off his boxer briefs I can see that his cock is in the same position. It’s always ready and willing to take me, and I love it that way.

“Let me do the honors from here,” Gavin says, walking up to me and spinning me around.

He moves my panties to the side as he slips a finger inside me.

“Nice and wet for me, just like I like it,” he remarks.

“Yes, Sir.”

He bends me over a chair while fingering me and playing with my clit.

“Oh, my God, Gavin,” I say, as I feel the rush of blood mixing with the sensations that are already tingling.

“You like when I grab a hold of you and rub this really good?” he asks, pulling me against him.

I feel his cock hard up against my ass and I nod, feeling too good to talk as he expertly rubs my clit.

“Answer me, my dirty little sex slave,” he says, as he slaps my ass, hard.

“Yes, Sir,” I answer, and then I add, “I’m coming.”

“Come all over my fingers,” he commands, pushing them in and out of me with one hand while he rubs my clit with the other.

I do as he says, and I really don’t have a choice because my juices are dripping out like a faucet. When I’m done moaning and coming, he takes his fingers out of my pussy and sticks them in my mouth, while continuing to rub me with his other hand.

“Mmmmm,” I groan, slurping my juices off his fingers, my tongue sliding up and down them before I suck on his fingertips.

He shoves his fingers all the way down my throat while he moves his other hand up to my nipples. He twists and plays with them until I’m begging him, “Please fuck me, Gavin, I need it, I need you.”

“No,” he says, stepping away from me, making me feel empty without him and aching for his touch. “I’m the one who dictates what happens here.”

He bends me over and slaps my ass once, two times, three times, each time stinging my ass cheeks and undoubtedly make them turn bright red. He’s marking me as his own, disciplining me for not listening to my boyfriend, for trying to tell him what to do instead of being his submissive sex slave.

It’s a game we play, and I love it. Even when it hurts.

He slaps my pussy lips but lighter, gentler. Then he grabs hold of my panties and pulls them until they tear off, the thin fabric submitting to his grasp and breaking underneath it, giving into him as easily as I always do.

“Now walk up and down this plane so I can admire at your beautiful body,” he instructs me.

He wants my whole body on display, for his eye’s only.

Now that’s a command I can easily obey.