There were comfortable black leather lounge chairs. There were work tables and power ports where you could plug in your laptop. There was even a queen-size bed.
“Must be nice,” I said dryly. I gaped openly at the opulence. “It sure puts the auction into context.” We’d sat during take-off but the plane was now in the air, flying towards Paris. The scene of so many memories.
He laughed aloud. “This plane did cost more than a million dollars,” he agreed, “but then again, I get to keep it for longer than three months.” His eyes glinted at me. “I’m going to sleep, Jenny. Want to join me in bed?”
At some point during the hours I’d spent wandering through Bangkok with him, I’d unconsciously relaxed around him. He was still Alexander Hamilton, still an associate of Dylan and Sylvia. I wasn’t going to forget that. However, my tightly clenched knot of fear had slowly unravelled. I would need to be careful around him, but terror didn’t seem necessary.
There was chemistry between us that wouldn’t be denied. I nodded. “I’d like that.”
He held my gaze for a long instant. “Good.”
Alexander had made a phone call and someone had taken care of the packing of all my new clothing and jewelry for me, but I’d stuffed a pair of dresses and some pretty lingerie into a new brown calf-leather carry-on. I pulled out one of these pieces now, a night-blue silk nightgown that clung to every inch of my body. It dipped low in the front and the swell of my breasts were clearly visible, as was the bottom of my ass. If I stretched my arms over my head, my * would be on full display for him. I brushed my teeth in the bathroom and then made my way to the bedroom.
He was wearing a pair of boxers and I eyed him hungrily. I had remembered him having a perfect body and my memories hadn’t failed me. Tightly corded muscles, a flat stomach and a happy trail that disappeared into the waistband of his shorts...
I gulped as moisture flooded my * and he chuckled. “That’s a flattering reaction, cherie.” He patted the bed next to him. “Get settled.” He left to go to the bathroom.
I lay on my back on the luxurious bed and wondered if Alexander would have sex with me now. I wasn’t flinching away from him. I wasn’t terrified. All that was left was desire.
He came back to the bedroom and my eyes followed his every move. He raised an eyebrow at me as he settled down on the bed, facing me. I reached my hand out to touch his chest and he inhaled. “Your breasts are practically falling out of that gown, Jenny,” he said. “Your nipples are clearly visible under that fabric. Your body begs to be touched.”
“Touch me then.”
He gave me a slow, panty-melting smile. “You’ll have to be quiet,” he ordered, “or both Anne-Marie and the pilots are going to know exactly what we are doing here.”
“Yes Sir,” I whispered.
His eyes heated when I used that term. “Red, yellow and green okay as your safe words?”
“Yes Sir,” I said again.
I wondered if the choice of location was deliberately designed to reassure me. He couldn’t hurt me too much on the plane, not with the pilots and Anne-Marie only steps away. Or was he so powerful that they wouldn’t intervene to protect me?
Relax, I scolded myself. I had no evidence that he was going to hurt me. I was letting my imagination get carried away.
“Nervous again,” he commented.
“A little.” There was no point denying it. He could read my emotions well.
“Come closer,” he said to me. He got to his knees. “Here. Lie on your stomach.”
His hands ran over my body, pressing into my shoulders, helping me relax. I sighed and let him. I was being a terrible submissive, but I was going to take what Alexander had said at face value. He didn’t appear to be too concerned with the ‘rules’ of what I should and shouldn’t be doing. Besides, his touch felt like heaven.
I parted my legs in invitation as his hands traced the curve of my spine. I was ready for more. My flash of nerves had evaporated and arousal smouldered in its wake. “Sir,” I groaned. “Please.”
“Hush.” He kissed the back of my neck. “What’s your hurry, cherie?”
He had more or less used the same words two years ago when I had moaned and writhed in his arms. He’d smiled and asked me what my hurry was then and I remembered that I’d said something pert.
But with Alexander, my body went from smoulder to fire-alarm blaze in mere seconds. I couldn’t help my impatience. I didn’t want to wait. I yearned to feel his weight over my body, to gasp out his name as his cock plunged in me.
Two years back, I had been more assertive. I’d reached out and taken what I wanted. But now, he was my Dominant, though he’d yet to assert that right in any real way.