His grin was careless.
“The cock-shaped gag,” he said. “You know to keep you quiet when you scream.”
That’s what I thought. I stared for a moment longer, luscious curves heaving. But there was no denying it. So with trembling hands, I reached to the black flight bag and pulled it open. Oh shit, oh shit! This wasn’t a normal knapsack with a laptop, an iPad and maybe a book or two. This was a bag of horrors, straight out of a fetish store. My eyes took in a leather colored whip of some sort, the strands tied together neatly, as well as an assortment of dildos, and even a couple butt plugs.
“Oh my god,” was my involuntary gasp, hands trembling on the nylon straps. “Oh my god.”
But Mr. Tanning wasn’t fazed at all.
“It pays to be prepared,” was his drawl. “They taught us that in flight school.”
My eyes snapped up to meet his, brown clashing with blue. But Mr. Tanning just flashed that million dollar smile again.
“That’s right sweetheart,” he rasped. “Now get the gag out. There’s only one in there, you can’t miss it.”
And with fumbling fingers, I obeyed, pulling out the black leather strap with a tiny two-inch dildo attached to the front. Oh god, how did this thing work?
But it was all too clear. The dildo would pass between my lips, teeth biting into the soft rubber, as the leather straps fastened around my head. Oh god, oh god. This was so wrong.
But Mr. Tanning couldn’t be denied.
“These things are great,” he rumbled, fingering the black leather thoughtfully, one big thumb rubbing against that small shaft. “They work perfect when you’ve got a screamer. Come here, sweetheart. Let me put this on you.”
And with slow, masterful hands, the alpha slipped the dildo between my lips, two inches of black rubber muffling my startled cry.
“That’s what it’s there for,” he rumbled, eyes gleaming. “So you won’t make a peep as I fly this plane. The people in the control tower can hear, you know. Not this very second, but I can’t be on mute forever.”
And with that, he fastened the metal buckles around my head, pushing my shoulders away to take in his handiwork.
“Beautiful,” he complimented. “Perfect.”
My brown eyes stared back at his. Because this was filthy, rolling in the gutter type dirty. I had a penis-shaped gag in my mouth, the tiny dildo stuffed in my throat. My curves were on display in the merest scraps of lace. And even worse? We were going to do it as he flew a plane.
But Mr. Tanning was experienced.
“Good sweetheart,” he rumbled. “Glad we got that settled. Now straddle me sweet girl, and let me play with that pussy.”
Oh god, oh god. Yes, this is what I needed. So as he leaned back in the pilot’s seat, I threw one leg over his hips so that we faced once another.
“Let’s get you out of this, hmm?” he asked, unfastening my bra.
I could only nod wordlessly, the gag impeding my mouth.
But no words were necessary because Mr. Tanning was already coasting, staring at the luscious curves that’d just been revealed.
“Shit,” he rasped. “So beautiful. Let me taste.”
And in a second, the man lowered his head to pull ravenously at one pink nipple.
“Mmmph!” I squealed through the gag. Oh god, his tongue sent jolts straight from breast to cunt, making me moisten down below. “Unnf!”
But the man wouldn’t let up. With another low growl, he reached between my legs and pulled those sopping panties to the side, baring my steaming cunt.
“Gorgeous,” he rasped again, breaking from my breast to eye my swollen lips. “And dripping like fuck too.”
Because this was a man who knew what he wanted. Mouthing my breast once more, he stroked my clit a bit before pinching that hard nub.
“Mmmph!” I squealed furiously, struggling a bit in his lap. “Mmmph!”