“I should hope so.”
He thrusts back and forth, holding onto my hips, bringing himself to the brink of coming before he slides free, leaving me aching for more. He pulls the plug from me. I wince as it comes out, but then it’s replaced by something more significant.
He must have applied lube, or I’ve soaked his shaft as he slides without friction into my ass. The plug helped widen me too, as it doesn’t hurt as much as I expected. I still let out a sharp gasp as he moves deeper.
“Breathe through it,” he says.
I do my best, in and out, slow and steady. Before I know it, he’s all the way inside me, and the pain has been replaced by the most incredible sense of fullness I’ve ever known. It’s only intensified by the thought that this is forbidden. It’s wrong. We shouldn’t be doing it, especially not on a commercial jet like this.
He pulls back, almost sliding out of me. “So tight,” he says. “So fucking hot.”
I rock back against him, the two of us gradually picking up speed until he slams into me. My breath is ripped from my lungs. He’s spanking me simultaneously, and I’ve got my hand on my clit. I stroke it frantically, hoping he can last until I come a second time.
I manage it but only just. “I’m coming,” I gasp, another climax ripping through me that’s even more powerful than the first. An instant later, I feel him spurting deep into my ass. His cock jerks, and more pours into me. My legs are like jelly. I can hardly stand.
He takes hold of my hips, easing his way out of me before taking me in his arms. “You deserved that,” he says, kissing me deeply. “Because I love you, and you’re clearly as dirty as I am.”
I kiss him back, collapsing into his arms. “I love you too,” I say. “But damn, I cannot do that too often.”
“Only when you’ve been very good,” he replies.
I grin up at him. “Or very bad?”
64
Bex
* * *
One month later…
I point at the chart, sliding my hand along the line that leads sharply upward. “Huge,” I say, tapping the chart. “Biggest sales we’ve ever had.”
A round of applause around the room. I nod and smile. “You’re clapping yourselves, not me,” I tell them. “You did this. All of you.”
Hunter is standing in the doorway, watching. “You’re the editor,” he calls over the applause. “You’re the boss. You make the big calls, and you make all the right ones. You’re in charge.”
At the magazine, I think to myself. Not here in your house. Not at the boutique where you only have to click your fingers, and I’m down on my knees, my mouth open.
We’re gathered in a kind of boardroom he’s set up in our house. A long table in the middle of the room, and everyone sat around it for the meeting. None of them know that I was tied on my back to this table last night while Hunter made me beg for permission to come. I had a plug in my ass, a blindfold over my eyes, and a vibrator pressing to my clit. The vibe remained there until I reached the brink and then moved away, leaving me screaming with frustration and grinding at thin air.
“Well done to all of you,” I say, glancing at Hunter and knowing he’s thinking the same thing as me. Maybe we shouldn’t have had the meeting here. Perhaps we should be alone here so we can finish what we started.
He walks over to me, shaking my hand. “It was your ideas that got those sales. Your file of tricks. You deserve the credit.”
“Team effort,” I reply. “Now go and enjoy the party.”
They all file out, talking to each other. As the last person leaves, Hunter closes the door, spinning around to face me. “Melanie and Buffy were just arrested,” he says.
“What? Why?”
“Turns out they were fudging the figures to their new investors. Their magazine is shelved, permanently.”
“Wow. Seriously?”
“If they’d kept quiet, they might have got away with it, but when the auditors looked into their time here, they were fudging many things. Been faking the sales figures to charge more to advertisers, and legally, that’s not good, shall we say?”
“You’d know all about the law.”