I thought he was about to. I was ready for it but then he yanked my hair back again. “We finish this in the bed. You’re mine for the night, pretty girl.”
A little giddy, lips tingling, I followed him to the back of the jet where a shiny oak door opened to a room that looked straight out of a luxury hotel. Crystal glasses sat atop a granite bar. The cream carpet lush under my feet, complementing the soft beige walls. The bed was a king because of course this man needed everything to be the biggest and best. “Guessing these sheets are Egyptian cotton.”
Bastian just laughed as he bent down to my neck and sucked my skin. That spot was one of my most sensitive ones, and I couldn’t help but moan. When his arms came around me, I dragged his hands up my stomach and let him knead my boobs.
God, he was good with his hands and his dick against my ass felt like one I would enjoy riding all night. I pushed my ass out and he ground hard into it.
“You like teasing me, Morina?”
I smiled. The truth was, I think Bastian liked it and so I continued. “Honestly, I should probably stop the teasing. You’re big but I don’t know if you can keep it up and play all night.”
He squeezed one breast harder. “And why is that?”
“Well, the men I’ve been with…”
“Were just boys, Morina.”
I glanced back at him with faux innocent doe eyes. “But boys know how to play for a long time, Bastian.”
“Men don’t play. Now.” His dark eyes changed. Gone was the fun. Gone was the toying around. Bastian Armanelli grabbed my attention by the throat and dropped that veil he kept up for everyone else.
Before me stood the king of monsters, commander and chief of a vicious army. His stare raked over me, leaving a trail of heat over my neck, stealing my breath. “Bend over.” He pushed at my back. I fell forward, catching myself on the bed. My ass pointed right toward him and he didn’t wait in lowering my pants. He growled when he saw my red panties but he yanked those down too.
I heard him ripping a condom wrapper and waited for him to come up behind me and plow in.
He didn’t.
I finally peered back to see what he was doing, and as soon as our eyes made contact, he brought his large hand down fast on my butt cheek. I cried out at the sting, but pleasure shot through every nerve.
He shook his head. “Not enough.”
His large hand, calloused and hard came down on me again. I gasped out his name.
“I’ll punish you every time you compare someone to me, ragazza,” he growled out his warning as he kneaded my reddened flesh.
I whimpered at his touch, my pussy already clenching for more punishment. There was that edge most men wouldn’t go over during a one night stand. Bastian flew over it unapologetically and my body loved him for it. This wasn’t a kink I thought I would ever have and yet the words that flew from my mouth confirmed it: “Better make it a good enough punishment to remember then, daddy. I’m still not convinced you’ll last through the night.”
His hand slid to my hips and his other one pinched at my clit before he tested my entrance. White hot pleasure raced through my blood faster than a riptide taking me under. “So wet. Are you sure you’ll last?”
I bit my lip and moaned as he worked two fingers into me. I was drowning in him now, losing myself in just the feel of him.
“Wet and tight. Guess it’s just boys fucking you, huh?”
I wasn’t in any state to keep up the game. I was on the verge of unraveling into ecstasy.
“That’s right. Moan like my good girl,” he murmured close to my ear. “Tell me just who you really get wet for.”
Before I could fall over the edge into oblivion, he pulled his fingers from me and reddened my ass again. “Morina, I expect my name on your lips when I ask for it.”
I glared up at him, furious he held my orgasm hostage. “I could have got wet for a lot of men tonight.”
He grabbed me by the jaw and held my gaze as he dragged a thumb over my bottom lip. “I’ll fuck your mouth again for the way you talk. You’ll take me again and again, love. You’re so fucking good at it.”
Then his cock plowed into me. I didn’t have time to consider the spanking or the words: the stinging of my ass along with the pleasure of his dick stretching me was too much.
The way my blood rushed to my ass and how my pussy clenched around his pulsing length left my head spinning. I could barely breathe, never mind speak.
Bastian fucked me like he owned me and the world. He could coerce everyone else in every business deal, but here I witnessed the unyielding domination that couldn’t be swayed in him.
That didn’t stop me, though. I met him thrust for thrust, pushing back onto him, screaming his name over and over.
When I hit my high, he growled and rode it with me, yanking my hair back so my ass arched further into him.
Breathless, I fell against the sheets and disappeared into the darkness of ecstasy.
When I awoke, I had no idea how much later but a streak of sun peeked through the window. The plane was still and quiet, signaling that we’d already landed. Bastian sat up in the bed, one tattooed arm behind his head as he stared out.
He didn’t turn my way and I wasn’t even sure how he knew I was awake when he said, “I’m happy we distracted you from the landing.”
I shrugged away the warm feeling I got in my chest that he might have even cared about something like that and grumbled, “Sure.”
He nodded toward the window. “This is a place that hasn’t been marred by man. I bought the island just to watch the sun rise. It’s by far the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever done… and the best.”
Soft. Gentle. His voice was back to smooth businessman.
I sat up and wrapped a sheet around myself. “Then, we better get out onto the sand to really see it, right?”
His stare melted as he looked at me and the smile that crossed his face wasn’t at all the ruthlessly delicious man I’d had the night before.
I left my clothes on the floor and opted for just the sheet around me as Bastian slipped on boxers to tell the pilot to lower the stairs.
The sun shone on that beach and made even the sand sparkle. The water swayed in like it always did on every other beach, and I breathed the air I loved best. I’d grown up going near the ocean every day with my dad who’d come from the Caribbean and had a bit of Samoan mixed with his Haitian roots. Loving the ocean was in my blood. “I’ll never think there’s a more beautiful thing in the world than the beach.”
“You may be right about that,” Bastian murmured.
I knew he was staring at me as he said it – I saw him out the corner of my eye. It made me feel special enough to lean into him and stand there watching the waves and the sun for a little while longer.
We made our way back to the plane and we lost my sheet and his boxer briefs along the way.
The lovemaking we did then was softer, and my one night stand rolled into another morning where I got lost in a make believe world.
6
Morina
The low hum of the motor almost lulled me back to sleep.
Until the night’s events flashed through my mind like a bad movie.