“Kitten, don’t you fucking dare. I’m about to get on a plane for a thirteen hour flight. There is no way I’m wanking in an airplane toilet, so if I’ve gotta wait, then so have you, baby.”
“God, Tiger, I love it when you’re all dominant. Tell me what to do again. I’m so close. Ahh God, so close.”
I had to step out of the line of first class passengers waiting to board so they couldn’t all carry on enjoying the conversation.
“I’m fucking warning you. Don’t you dare come. You wait until tonight and you save that for me.”
She giggles down the phone, and fuck if that sound don’t do something to me. It’s like my heart, my belly and my balls all get squeezed at the same time.
“God, I love the fuck out of you, Kitten.” I know what she’s going to say. No matter how many times I ask her not to swear; she defies me. Every. Fucking. Time.
“And I fucking love the fuck out of you, Tiger. Now you go catch your plane, and I’ll go have a quick orgasm.”
I could hear a buzzing sound coming down the phone. “What the fuck’s that noise?”
“What noise?”
“That buzzing noise.”
“Oh, that, sorry, didn’t realise your hearing was so good for an old man.”
I cracked my jaw and moved it from side to side to release the tension. She’d told me she was going to buy a vibrator for when I was away and I told her no she wasn’t. She either comes with me or not at all.
“What. The. Fuck. Is. That. Buzzing. Kitten? I won’t ask you again.”
“Calm the fuck down, Tiger. It’s my toothbrush. I’ve got you on loud speaker while I clean my teeth.”
I feel my jaw and shoulders relax instantly.
“Don’t worry, T. My O’s are all yours, baby. I’ll be wet and waiting for you when you get home. D’ya want me naked or in that black lace number you like so much?”
Fuck, I had to walk completely away from the line now. My dick was so hard; it was hurting and I wasn’t sure that I hadn’t just come in my pants a little bit.
“Stockings,” I tell her down the phone. “Nothing else, just stockings and heels and I want you on the bed, knees up, legs open.”
“Fuck, Tiger, I won’t make it through the day. I’ve missed ya.”
“Kitten, you have no idea. Just a few more hours and I’ll be home and inside you, and just so you know, we’re never doing this again. Where I go, you go. These last ten days…” I actually get a lump in my throat as I think about how much I’ve missed her. “I’ve gotta go. I’m hard and missing ya. Just hold onto that thought.”
“I’m wet and waiting. You hold onto that.”
She ended the call and left me in that state, hard, with jizz leaking from my dick like a fucking school boy. I took off my jacket and carried it in front of me as I got on the plane, just in case.
*
The great thing about first class is that you don’t have to wait, first on, first off and first to collect your luggage; it’s there, all ready for you. No waiting, which is a good thing because I fucking hate waiting.
I call Kitten but it rings out and goes to answer phone. We haven’t had the landline connected at the house yet so her mobile is my only option. I try a couple more times and get the same result. I don’t know if it’s the years of ducking, diving and dodging bullets, but I feel a frisson of fear unexpectedly travel up my spine.
I gave Scotty the time off while I was away and told Benny to watch Georgia. I trust Scott but I trust Ben more, especially while I was so far away. It’s his number I call next. I know I’m going to see him in a minute, but I need to know that Kitten’s safe.
Before my call to Benny connects, my phone vibrates and bleeps as my messages and missed calls all start to come through. I look at my screen. It lights up continuously, message after message, missed call after missed call. Benny, Frank, Lennon, Jimmie, Ash, Marley, Bern but no Kitten, not a single call or text from Kitten, and suddenly, it feels like a lead weight has been tied to my heart. It feels heavy, like it’s trying to sink into my stomach. My head spins and I feel dizzy for a few seconds as complete and utter panic starts to grip me. Something’s wrong. I already know, without even speaking to Benny, I know that something’s wrong.
As the doors slide open onto the arrivals hall at London’s Heathrow Airport, I’m momentarily stunned by the flash from the photographers’ cameras waiting to greet me. I put my head down and keep walking. I’m suddenly flanked by Benny and Scott.
“Keep walking. Don’t say nothing. Markey’s right outside in the car,” Ben says quietly as he walks beside me.
“Is Kitten safe?”
“She’s fine, boss. Did you read my texts?” Thank fuck.
“No, I didn’t get the chance. What the fuck’s going on? Where is she? What’s happened?”
“I’ll explain in the car. Don’t say anything.”