Sebastian
Westayedupmost of the night snuggled in bed drinking bubble tea, eating green tea mochi and watching movies, as we had to head back to Seattle early in the morning. As soon as we boarded the airplane, Alexandra crashed into bed. I slide behind her, trying not to wake her up as I nestle closer to her naked body. Closing my eyes, I let out a pleasurable exhale as her warmth seeps into my skin. I trail my fingers up and down, savoring the sensation of her soft skin under my fingertips. A flutter of lust ignites in me, making my cock hard. Down boy, I scold myself. She needs to rest after having that euphoric catharsis last night.Last night's Kinbaku session took everything from me, mentally, emotionally, and physically. As I wrapped the red rope around her body, it became the tether connecting our souls. The chemistry between us sparked a flame inside me, setting my entire being alight. The buzzing energy flowing through my veins made me feel powerful and in complete control. No one else existed, and nothing else mattered, just her inhalations and exhalations, her heartbeat and body movements. She put her life in my hands, trusting me to keep her safe and rescue her if something went wrong.
Her willingness to surrender completely despite her fears gave me a high, better than any drug. Sometimes, the high can last for days before I come crashing down, plunging headfirst into a deep hole of despair and self-loathing—it's not fun. Meditation taught me how to accept the good and bad parts of myself, the light and dark inside me. Before I discovered meditation, things were different. I'd spiral into emotional hell, tormenting myself with dark and obsessive thoughts and images. This isn't right. Your parents didn't raise you to be a monster. You're damaged. How could you enjoy causing pain to your partner? You don't deserve to be alive. I thank my lucky stars for learning how to accept the darkness in me, the monster that feeds on my partner's pain and pleasure.I've been with many submissives and as a Dom, it's my responsibility to maintain the delicate balance between taking and giving, ensuring my submissive is cared for and protected. With Alexandra, I have this insane compulsion to be her hero. I know it's stupid. She's a strong, independent woman who can look after herself and doesn't need me to swoop in like a knight in shining armor to rescue her. But she's been through so much trauma, and despite being resilient, she needs a partner who will support, encourage and challenge her to reach her full potential.
I roll onto my back, staring at the aircraft ceiling. Exhilaration rampages in my chest, keeping me wide awake. With my mind racing, there's zero chance of falling asleep. We should land in Seattle in a few hours; I might as well get up and catch up with my emails. Hoisting myself up, I throw on my jeans and T-shirt and stroll to the lounge area. I make a quick coffee, not that I need one as I'm already wired on adrenaline, and take a seat by the window. Luckily the aircraft has wi-fi, otherwise I'd have to watch movies and I'm not in the mood to watch anything right now. I sip on my coffee while waiting for Outlook to download my private and work emails. Thank God I have a super efficient secretary. I honestly don't know what I'd do without her. The urgent emails folder only has a few messages, and it doesn't take me long to deal with them.
Moving to my private inbox, I spot an email from Ben with an attachment. My heart speeds up as I open his message. He's been looking into my ancestry, working tirelessly, not only to find my sister but also our other blood relatives. I blink repeatedly, not believing what my eyes are reading. He's found my paternal grandmother. How is this possible? When I was five years old, our teacher asked everyone if we were going to spend our holidays visiting our grandparents. There were only a few of us who were staying home. When I came home, I asked my dad why I couldn't go to visit my grandparents like the other children. He got upset and told me my grandparents went to heaven when he was little.He was my role model, my hero. What happened? Why did he lie to me? Did my mother know the truth? A million questions race through my mind as I click on the photo. I stare aghast at the face of my grandmother. The resemblance between them is striking, from their oval face shape and Roman nose to their steel-blue eyes. I take in her conservative dress, squared shoulders, clasped hands on her lap and serious expression on her face, realizing she isn't the typical grandma who cooks the best cookies in the world. Judging from the perfectly manicured nails and coiffed hair, the likelihood of her rolling up her sleeves and burying her hands into a sticky cookie dough is slim to none. Then again, appearances can be deceiving, and a soft, fragile heart might hide behind her perfectly constructed mask.
My fingers fly across the keyboard, typing and deleting the same sentence several times. Fuck. I can't do this now. I don't know what to tell Ben. Should he arrange for me to meet her, or not? Do I want to meet her? What if she knew my dad died, and she refused to take us in? There's the possibility she didn't know. Shutting down the laptop, I get to my feet and stroll to the minibar. I pour myself a glass of orange juice, gulping it one go. The cool liquid slides down my throat, relieving some of the tightness. Placing the glass on the bar, I walk over to the sofa and plop myself down. I comb my fingers through my hair, allowing my starving lungs to draw air.
"When are we landing?" I crane my neck in Alexandra's direction, drinking in her messy bed hair, gorgeous makeup-free face and long shapely legs.
"Hour and a half tops." She sits on my lap with her legs wide open, wrapping her arms around my neck. My hands grip her perky ass, pulling her closer, aligning our crotches. Luckily, I requested privacy to work, and the flight attendant dashed back into her nook.
"Mmm…the beast has awoken," she breathes, grinding her pussy on my swollen and ready cock. Electricity crackles in the air as our gazes connect and lips collide. We paw at each other, tearing our clothes off as we taste, suck, and bite each other. My heart jerks behind my ribs as I fight the urge to flip her on her knees and plunge into her pussy from behind. But dammit! Her grinding on top of me and taking control is so hot. Sucking in air, she lifts her hips up and eases herself down, taking in my raging erection.
"Ride me hard, pet," I grunt.
"Your wish is my command, Sir." My breathing grows ragged, pleasure swirling from the pit of my stomach straight to my shaft as she strokes my cock fast. Damn, this girl knows how to move her hips. If she continues, she'll tip me over the brink. I clamp my teeth on her tight tip, nibbling and pulling forcefully, while teasing and rubbing her drenched clit.
"Oh my god, don't stop. I'm so close." She presses closer, groaning against my mouth and bearing down on me, her frenzied straddle taking me deeper.
I increase the pressure and speed, commanding, "Come for me now." She cries out, her muscles pulsing around my length, milking me.
Capturing her mouth, I swallow her loud whimpers. Fuck, the need to explode inside her builds, rising to a crescendo. Shivers run down my back and over my chest as my orgasm floods over me, my throbbing cock exploding into her quivering pussy.We hold each other, relishing the connection while our hearts jackhammer in sync. Lifting herself from me, she gives me a coy grin, beckoning me to follow her to the bathroom.