She shrugged off her sweater, staring at the suitcase. “Um… Maybe we’re taking this whole re-enactment thing too far.”
“I don’t think so.” I unbuckled my belt, pulling it from the loops. “You need this, I want to do it, and it seems like an appropriate way for the two of us to reconnect. Plus, I’m still a little irritated about the Milo thing.”
“Just a little?” she asked hopefully.
“Pretty damn irritated, Shorty.”
“Can I leave my jeans on?”
I tilted my head, pretending to consider, even though I already knew the answer. “I think you’d better take them off.”
Of course, that was the right answer. I could see the excitement in her deep blue gaze and hear it in her indrawn breath.
“Let’s go,” I said, gesturing with the belt. “I haven’t got all night to beat your fucking tail.”
No, because I planned to spend at least some of tonight’s hours fucking her. Tomorrow’s hours too, because I didn’t have to fly back to New York until Friday morning. She dragged her feet across the room, only slightly more willing than the last time I’d bent her over my suitcase. She undid her flimsy belt—such a joke compared to my nice, sturdy one—and unbuttoned her jeans.
It was hard to wait for her to strip them down herself, because I wanted to rip them off her.
“Leave them halfway down your thighs,” I said, barely clinging to self-control. “That’s enough. Now bend over.”
She was wearing pink panties with black polka dots. Delicious and adorable. Her cheeks were so pale, so unmarked. Time to change that. I gave her a swat—a hard one—and she looked back at me in entreaty.
“It’s been a while for me,” she said. “Please don’t be too mean.”
“A while? You didn’t play while we were apart?”
“I didn’t do anything. It’s been so long…” She arched her hips with a desperate squirm meant to inflame me. It worked.
“Don’t try to distract me,” I scolded. “It’s been a damn long time for me too, thanks to you.”
I gave her a steady barrage of swats, not even concerned about the noise, although, when her whines rose to screeches, I had to remind her to keep her mouth shut. After that, it was all moans and groans, and her butt squirming, and her legs kicking. So, so beautiful. I’d missed this so much.
“Take those panties down,” I said when her ass was nice and pink all over. “It’s time for your real whipping now.”
“My real one?” She reached under her glasses to wipe her eyes and I saw the beginnings of eyeliner smears. Good girl, coming prepared for a lengthy crying session. She reached back to scoot down her panties, and I helped tug them past her thighs.
“Keep those toes on the floor,” I warned. “And no noise, because I don’t want hotel security showing up for our scene. Bury your face in the bed if you have to.”
“Can I take off my glasses?”
“No.”
I wanted the glasses on, and the clothes off, but first, I had to deal her enough punishment to assuage her guilt and regrets, and put us both at ease. I spanked her ass with the belt until she sobbed into the bed, and then I went just a little longer, because she wasn’t quite there yet. I knew when she was there, because she finally stopped resisting and went limp.
I rubbed her red ass, admiring her pain tolerance, then pushed her jeans all the way down her legs, tugging them off. She made a soft, horny sound that made my cock throb. I wanted her. I needed her, now.
“Stand up,” I said. “Come here.”
I took her in my arms, leaving her glasses on long enough for her to see how wrought up I was. Then I took them off and set them on the side table, and lifted her chin so I could kiss the mascara trails on her cheeks.
“Look at you. Just look at you.”
“Am I a mess?” she asked.
“Yes. In the best way.” I slid an arm around her waist, reveling in her tremors. “I love you,” I whispered. “That’s why I hurt you.”
She melted against me. “Yes, Sir. I know. Thank you.”
I moved my fingers from her chin down to her neck, circling the velvet column, counting the pulse that beat beneath her skin. “You’re mine, aren’t you?” I squeezed, just enough to excite her.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, Sir. Please…”
“Please, what?” But I laughed, because I knew what she wanted. I unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it away, along with her bra. Now she was naked, half-blind without her glasses, well spanked and gorgeously vulnerable. When she crossed her arms in front of her, I shook my head. “No. Lift your hands over your head.”
When she obeyed, I wrapped the belt around her wrists, cinching them together. “Sit down,” I said. “Then lie back on the bed.”
She did as I asked, then watched as I undressed, her bound wrists resting like delicate birds against the bedsheets, her blurred-eyeliner gaze bright with arousal. “I haven’t been with anyone else,” I said, gripping my rock-hard shaft. “But I’ll use protection if you want.”
“No. Please don’t use anything. I want to feel you inside me.”
I crawled on top of her, spreading her thighs, rubbing my cock against her wet center. Both of us gasped. It felt so perfect to be holding her again, so I waited, experiencing the moment, even as she squirmed under me.
“Shh.” I ran my hands up her arms, and pressed her bound wrists against the bed. “Be a good girl. You’re going to get what you want.”
My little horndog was clutching my hips with her knees, trying to draw me inside. I gave in to her moaning and begging, pressing into her tight warmth with a groan of relief. I missed you. Oh, I missed you.
This was where I was meant to be, and where she was meant to be, and from now on I’d fight for her, even through her fears—and I’d work on those fears, because life was too short to miss out on love. From now on, time would move one way for us: forward.
“More,” she said, stretching under me. “Please, Sir, more.”
I held her arms over her head and gave her all she wanted, all that we had missed.
Chapter Thirty-One: Into the Horizon
I followed Devin through the airport on Friday morning, propelled by nothing but love. He was in his full pilot’s uniform, which was incredibly sexy, even if it was related to his career flying massive metal pods of death.
Not death. You won’t die on this flight. Trust him.
He loves you.
I loved him too, so much. Enough to follow him down a jet way, focusing on the excellent fit of his jacket so I didn’t lose my nerve.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” I asked. “I could just rent a car and meet you back in New York.”
“After driving for nine hours?” He turned and frowned at me, holding out his hand. “I don’t want to be away from you that long. This is easier, and I promise, you’ll survive.”
I switched my overnight bag to my other hand and wrapped my fingers around his. “Isn’t there some kind of aviation statute about non-pilots in the cockpit?”
“It’s not exactly by the book, but my dad owns this airline, and he said it was okay this once.” He stopped and pulled me to face him. Flight attendants passed by, smothering smiles. “I think you’ll feel better about flying after a hop in the cockpit. You’ll be able to see all the checks and double-checks we do, and the capabilities of the controls. I fly almost every day, Ella. I don’t want you to feel scared about it. Please try to do this for me.”
My heart banged in my chest. “I want to. I just…”
“We’re moving past fear, right?”