The plane got moving, slowly at first, then the muffled roar of the engines grew louder. The plane vibrated around us, and automatically I put out my hand and grabbed Leo’s. He eyed me curiously but didn’t push my hand away.
The plane went faster and then it lifted off the ground, and I gasped. “Oh my God, we’re flying.”
Leo’s curiosity turned to amusement, and I saw him smiling at me.
“Don’t laugh at me,” I chided him. “This is scary.”
“It’s perfectly safe. You’re more likely to die in a car accident.” He must have thought of something as he added, “Actually, people like us are more likely to die in a whole host of other ways.”
“You’re not making me feel any better.”
I held my breath, pressing my back into the seat as we climbed higher and higher. I didn’t want to see out of the porthole window, not wanting to watch my country grow smaller and more distant with every passing second. It felt like it took forever, but finally the plane levelled off.
The seatbelt sign pinged. I wasn’t sure I wanted to undo it, but Leo reached into my lap and pulled it open.
The captain’s voice came over the tannoy. “We’ve reached cruising altitude. Please, make yourselves comfortable. Cabin service will resume shortly.”
I let go of Leo’s hand.
“Okay now?” he asked.
“We’re still alive, so I guess that’s a good sign.”
The flight attendant came around again, this time with more champagne.
“I’ll take a glass,” Leo said. “One for my wife, too.”
It was stupid, but I kind of liked him calling me his wife.
The flight attendant leaned over to hand him the champagne, but then something caught her eye and she frowned at me. I remembered the bruises on my neck and quickly flipped my hair either side to cover them. Her gaze darted to Leo, her expression changing. I hoped that wasn’t going to cause any problems.
He held her gaze. “Can I help you with something?”
She blushed and shook her head. “Not at all.”
To my surprise, he turned to me, tilted my chin with his forefinger, and then leaned in and kissed me. His lips were soft, a contrast to the graze of his beard growth. I opened my mouth for him, and his tongue touched mine, a gentle flick and then a stroke, exploratory. There was a hand rest between us, but Leo pushed it up so it was between the backs of our two seats, and he pulled me closer.
He kissed me like he owned me, possessively, stealing my breath.
Why was he doing this? Because he wanted to, or to show the flight attendant that I was his? My stomach fluttered at the thought. Was I his? I wanted to think I didn’t belong to anybody, but I’d be lying to myself. I’d belonged to my father since the day I was born, and now another man had taken me.
The champagne had given me courage. I reached for the front of his trousers, finding the telltale bulge there. He grew harder at my caresses, my fingers selecting the length of him under the material and rubbing up and down. The hard thickness of him excited me, and I squeezed my thighs together, squirming in my seat. His palm found my breast, taking its weight, and then his fingers pinched my nipple over the top of my long-sleeved t-shirt. Little sparks of pleasure fired inside me, and I exhaled against his mouth. He kissed me harder, and I forgot all about the flight attendant.
Acting more confidently than I normally felt, I unzipped his fly and unbuttoned them, and slipped my hand into the gap. He wasn’t wearing any underwear, and immediately his erection, hot and hard, filled my palm. I ran my hand up and down his length, and it was his turn to groan into my mouth.
Leo broke the kiss. “Suck my cock.”
“What? Here?”
“Now,” he commanded.
He dragged me out of my seat and pushed me to the floor in front of him. I still had hold of his dick, and he yanked open his belt and popped his trouser button to free himself completely.
“Put that pretty little mouth around my cock.”
“But...there are people around.”
“So? You care if they’re watching? Maybe you should give them a show?”