Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75119 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
“That’s it,” he murmured, his hand gentle on my cheek now, guiding me to take another spurt, and another, until my mouth was coated with his seed. “Drink your treat, little girl. That’s a good girl.”
I swallowed, the taste strange but already familiar, the heat of it making me shiver. He pulled back, still holding me by the chin, and wiped a thumb over my lips, collecting a stray bead of semen and smearing it across my cheek. The gesture was so casual, so possessive, that I nearly whimpered with the shock of how much I liked it.
“Clean me up,” he said softly, and I licked him clean, careful to catch every drop, my face burning with the knowledge that this was what I was for now. When I finished, he tucked himself away and helped me to my feet, wiping my mouth with a napkin before kissing me softly on the lips.
“That felt lovely,” he murmured. “You’re learning very fast.”
He led me to the back of the jet, through a door and into a bedroom with an enormous bed, bigger than the one in my apartment, dressed in white sheets and pale gray pillows. The windows were shaded, but the room was full of the sunset light as we soared westward, and the walls were hung with abstract art that looked impossibly expensive.
“Take off your dress,” he said, and I did, lifting it over my head. When my vision was clear again, I let out a little cry, because Elena the flight attendant was standing there, her hands extended.
“Elena will put your dress away,” Mike explained.
I saw nothing but professionalism in the other woman’s eyes, but the idea that she could see everything—my bare, sealed pussy, my spanked bottom, the base of the plug peeking out between the little cheeks—it nearly made me faint with mortification. The tiny, knowing smile Elena gave, as if to say, You’re a billionaire’s fuck toy—I knew that the moment I laid eyes on you, so there’s no reason to be more ashamed because I can see you got spanked with a butt plug in your bottom… only made me blush hotter.
“Thank you,” I whispered, my reflexive manners taking over in the absence of my brain coming up with anything else.
“Of course,” she replied, taking the dress and moving to the closet to hang it up.
“You can go ahead and put the riding cushion on the bed, too, Elena,” Mike said. “Laura’s going to go for a little ride before dinner because she was a good girl.”
My face blazed. I held my hands at my side in little fists, working desperately not to cover myself because I felt that would only embarrass me further. The fact that I had no idea what Mike meant about the riding cushion only made it all worse. But the next exchange between the flight attendant and my sponsor brought it all to a new level of humiliation.
“Shall I put the dildo in place on the cushion?” Elena asked, as if it were the most natural question in the world.
“No,” Mike replied. “Laura’s a virgin, and she’s sealed down there until I decide to open her. It’s a new Selecta thing, I guess, to help her learn and to make her tighter. It’s super hot, I have to admit. Anyway, we’ll save the dildo for the trip home, when she can enjoy it.”
I stared at Elena as she nodded and disappeared into a closet I hadn’t even noticed, emerging a moment later with what looked like a firm leather cushion, maybe two feet long and a foot wide, curved in a way that made my stomach drop even though I still didn’t fully understand what it was for. She set it carefully on the bed, adjusting it so it sat in the center of the white sheets.
“Will that be all, Mr. Gallagher?” she asked.
“That’s perfect, Elena. Thank you. We’ll ring when we’re ready for dinner.”
She left without another glance at me, closing the door behind her with a soft click that seemed to echo in my ears. I stood there naked except for the plug in my bottom, my arms wrapped around myself, trying not to think about what had just happened—about the casual way Mike had discussed my sealed pussy with his employee, about the fact that she’d seen me completely bare and spanked and marked as his.
Mike sat on the edge of the bed and patted the cushion. “Come here, sweetheart. Straddle it.”
I approached on shaking legs, my face still burning. Up close, I could see the cushion was designed with a ridge down the middle, positioned exactly where—oh, god. My sealed pussy would press right against it if I sat on it the way he wanted.
“Mike, I—”
“Sir,” he corrected gently.
“Sir,” I whispered. “What is this?”
“It’s a riding cushion,” he said, as if that explained everything. “You’re going to ride it for me. Show me how desperate you are. Show me how much you need to come.”