“What’s the birth control situation?” I demand, pulling out my throbbing erection.

“It’s, um, good.”

Perfect. I aim my cock at her slit. In this position, it would be so easy to sink into that other hole. It looks so cute and puckered.

“Grab your legs,” I tell her.

She obeys. I brace an arm against the ottoman and push into her wet heat.

It. Feels. So. Fucking. Good.

I knew it would. The wetness against my skin, the feel of flesh against flesh. Pleasure shoots up my spine and boils in my balls. With a groan, I pull my hips away from her before sliding my cock back in, burying myself as far as I can go. I still myself to savor every inch, letting my cock throb inside of her.

“That feel good?” I ask her.

Her eyes appear extra bright as she nods. As I take my time rolling my hips, I keep my gaze on her face so that I can catch every furrow, strain, pout or grimace. After a while, I push her legs down and to the side so that her body forms an L-shape, only she’s still on her back. She moans as my cock strokes a different part of her pussy.

“You like that?” I ask.

“Yes.”

“You want to come like this?”

“Yes, please.”

I accelerate my thrusting. Her lashes flutter quickly. Her brows knit together. She grabs the edges of the ottoman behind her head.

“You like your spanking?” I ask.

“Uh…”

I shove myself hard into her.

“Yes!”

“That the truth?”

She bites down on her lower lip and nods. I pound into her more intensely.

“Oh, geez…I’m gonna come!”

“Not yet.”

“I can’t—”

“I said not yet.”

She squeezes her eyes shut and appears to do her best to hold back her orgasm. “I…”

Her body starts to jerk beneath me. She emits a sobbing groan. It sends me over the edge. With a few furious thrusts, I hit my peak. Grunting loudly, I empty my cum into her while pleasure shakes me from head to toe. When the last of the shudders has left my body, I press my forehead to hers.

“Coming without permission,” I tell her. “You know what the punishment will be.”

“More spanking?” she guesses.

“You go to Thailand. My way. On everything. Absolutely zero discussion. And, yes, more spanking.”

Chapter 18

DARREN

Past

“Holy shit,” Amy gasps as we step into the suite of the aircraft after walking down a dedicated jet bridge.

A flight attendant introduces himself as Lim and asks if we would like Dom Perignon.

“Hell, yeah,” Amy answers, even though she already had two glasses back at the private lounge where we dined on steak with foie gras and fried quail egg.

After we settle into leather seats with our champagne and Bridget’s first ever Iced Milo, the rest of the crew introduce themselves. I can tell Bridget feels awkward. Maybe it’s because she’s wearing clothes that she didn’t buy and is being addresses as “Ms. Moore” by the flight staff. At least she doesn’t look out of place in the leggings and off-shoulder sweater that Cheryl bought her.