Flight Risk

The guy I pushed out of the way doesn’t say a word. He steps aside and gives me the floor. He damn well knows better than to question the owner of the whole fucking place. I bought out most of the airlines that fly through here, and the ones I don’t own wish I did. That may sound cocky, but I’ve earned the right to be. I led military operations in the marines when most of the guys here were still playing Nintendo. I’m a badass motherfucker that knows over a dozen ways to kill a man with my bare hands, and I’ve made it my mission since I got out of the service to take what I want. I’ve worked for what I’ve become, and I’m owed what comes to me. That includes the tight little piece of ass I’m staring at.

I’ve traveled the globe more times than I can count and never has a woman stopped me like this—one so innocent I can smell her fresh pussy through the screen, and I lick my lips wondering what those pink petals taste like. Today I was leaving for Australia, but my plans are about to change. She is going to be mine.

I zoom in on her in line and see her talking to an eager little prick who’s looking her up and down. I don’t know if he was with her when I saw her at the counter. I only had eyes for her. I see him reach down and adjust his cock when she looks away, and I clench my fists thinking about what he might be to her. Then my mind wanders to where they might be going and if he gets to taste that sugary honey she’s begging to smear on my cock. My jaw aches as I grind my teeth, needing to know all the details. I need to get her alone and away from others. There are too many people too close to her.

I flip on the intercom and hit the code for the employee checking passports. He calls for the next in line, and I tell him to hold her ass right where it is. Then I think better on it and tell him to put her in confinement. I don’t want to give that little fucker behind her the opportunity to look at her ripe tits anymore. No, those are for my eyes only. And pretty soon my mouth.

I bet she tastes like a goddamn candy store from her mouth to her asshole. My mouth is already watering at the thought of finding out. And I will be finding out.

“Don’t you dare fucking touch her,” I say to the security guard, and I watch as he drops his hand and points down the hall. I’m on a thin rope and I probably would have lost it. I need to get next to her. Have her within my reach. I can feel that is the only thing that will likely calm me. A little.

I watch as he leads her down the corridor and into one of our security rooms.

“Cameras off in Solitude Four,” I command, and hear someone obey. Then I point back to the screen and the guy who was in line behind her. “And get rid of him.”

There are several mumbles of “yes, sir” as I walk out of the room and to where she’s waiting. I make my way down the hall, and as I approach the door, the security guard walks out with her backpack in his hand. I reach out, taking it from him without a word, and take her passport and boarding pass from him, too. There’s a room beside the one she’s being held in, and I step inside and open her bag. I want to see the contents of it and where she was headed off to before I go in there.

Flipping open her passport, I see her name is Sophia Adams. I glance down at her age, and I’m thankful she’s legal. I close it and then look at her boarding pass, which has Paris scrawled across the top. If she was planning a romantic holiday with that little shit behind her in line, she’s about to get a rude awakening. When I unzip her bag, I see she only has a few items, but all of them are nice.

“Hmm,” I say, seeing the labels on her clothes are high end and the various things she brought are expensive. Something isn’t adding up.

When I get to the bottom of her backpack, I see a small cotton bag and open it up. Inside are a few pairs of small panties, and my cock throbs.

“Fuck,” I grunt, and reach in, touching the lace and silk. I finger the delicate edges of them, and my cock grows harder. I lick my lips and lean down, putting my nose inside and inhaling. It smells like clean laundry detergent, and I wish they’d been used. I want to sniff up her skirt like a dog to find out if she’s in heat. I’d love nothing more than to rut behind her, my thick cock buried in her teenage cunt.