Dirty Little Brat (Dirty Series Book 1)
A man like Saxson.
Speaking of a man that takes, I thought I imagined his tongue on my pussy. But when I opened my eyes and saw him down there with his eyes closed, lips wet, and slippery with my essence, I almost came right then and was about to tell him I was awake. Then the cockpit door opened, and he lost his shit. Business suit, serious Saxson is sexy as hell. But mad, angry, and territorial Saxson is Sexy. As. Fuck! Hearing him yell at the pilot literally made my pussy weep. I tried really hard to be subtle about it. When he finally realized I was awake and sucked my face off, it was time to eat. Eat. My stomach is tied in knots and he wants me to eat. I suppose I could do that, but he won’t even tell me where we are going and why he took me.
I eat the food he gives me and though I know this filet mignon should be the best thing I have ever had, I literally cannot taste it. There are so many questions and things left unanswered. Once I finish the food, I push my chair back, and walk to the other side of the room. I need to be away from his dominating presence so I can make my irritation at his dismissal of my concerns known.
“Ok. Seriously, Saxson. What is going on? Why am I here? Where are we going?” I ask with my arms crossed. I know I must look a petulant mess, but I don't know how else to get my point across about how annoyed and concerned I am short of throwing an all-out tantrum.
“You look so cute with your lip poked out. But I would be careful mi amor. My focus is your tits right now with the way you are standing, and I don’t think you are ready for me just yet.” He says to me with my chin in between his fingers. My legs begin to shake a bit, just thinking of the things he would do to me if I let him. Let him. Ha. Who am I kidding? Like wild boars would be able to stop him. Truthfully, I sure as hell won’t. “Now come little brat. Let's get ready for bed. We have a long trip and I want you rested by the time we reach our destination. It will keep us on the right sleep schedule.” And with that, he leads me into the back of the plane and into a room. Upon glancing in it, I gasp. Holy shit!!! It is a bedroom decked out for royalty. Like seriously. The decor is like 18th century art deco with bit of the Renaissance thrown in. But tastefully done, in very light golds and violets. The bed sits high like it is on stilts with purple silk sheets and down comforters on it.
Walking further into the room, I look into the bathroom it is oddly modern in comparison with the room itself. The whole bathroom is see-through and appears to be made of glass. I notice as I look around, there are women’s bath products on the sink and my stomach coils at the realization that I am one of many. I wonder how many women he has stolen away for a tropical rendezvous. Deciding to stop torturing myself any longer, I walk back out into the bedroom and notice he has already removed his clothes and is in nothing but a silk boxer. Sweet baby Jesus this man is gorgeous. A literal sight to behold.
Of course, I have seen him in gym shorts and nothing else when he is mowing the lawn, but something about seeing him in this setting, surrounded by all this luxury and power, makes him seem even more of a demigod. Standing by the bedpost, I can see the muscles bulging from his neck, with his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he swallows. His hands are clenched at his side and his eyes are hooded as he licks his lips at me. But it is the missile he is hoarding inside his pants that has my poor little pussy gasping for air with its cream running down my legs.
I am trying so hard to suppress the moan threatening to find its voice, and though I am now looking at the floor hoping he cannot see how much of an effect he has on me, I know I am not so lucky when he walks over to me, lifts my chin, and stuns me into silence. “I know love. I am having a hard time...pun intended…. controlling myself around you. However, I will not treat you so low as to make you mine in an airplane, instead of surrounded by rose petals and candles. So... I must. Now come. Let me undress you.”