Flight Risk

I don’t know what to do. So I try the only thing I can think of. “Lincoln. Please come here,” I say softly. Maybe too softly, because he doesn’t respond for a second. Then finally he releases the man, letting him fall to the floor, coughing and gagging.

Lincoln turns to look at me “Coming, sweet pea.” He nods to me before turning to look at his other security guard. “He’s fired.” The guard nods in understanding.

Lincoln steps away from them and comes over to me. I stare up at him. He just lost his shit out of nowhere. I hear the elevator doors slide shut, leaving us alone in this beautiful suite together.

“Did I scare you?” he asks, cupping my cheek. The anger he displayed moments ago is nowhere to be seen.

I give a little shrug. “I guess it’s because I don’t really know you, and now here I am in another country alone with a man with whom I did things I never could’ve imagined before this. You’ve been utterly sweet to me, but then what I just saw…” I trail off as all the truth comes spilling out of my mouth.

“I know, sweat pea.” He leans down and runs his nose across my neck. “Why don’t you go freshen up and I’ll make sure our bags and food get here. Then I’ll tell you all about me.”

He pulls back to look down at me. I study his eyes, trying to see how all the anger left so fast.

“I promise you. You’ll never be safer than when you’re with me.”

“He was looking at me?” I ask.

“He was more than looking at,” he growls out. “You’re mine,” he adds, like I forgot. He keeps saying it over and over. I’m starting to think maybe I really am.

He brushes his lips across mine. “Use the bathroom in the master.” He wraps his hand around the back of my neck before sliding his fingers into my hair, making my head tilt back even more. “Don’t be too long or I’ll have to come looking for you.” He gives me another kiss on the lips, and I can tell when he lets me go he doesn’t want to do it. I turn and walk down the hallway. When I glance over my shoulder, I see he’s watching me go.

I walk into the main bedroom and stop short. All the walls are covered in thick curtains, but I can see sunlight poking out from the bottom. There’s a giant bed in the center of the room with a chandelier hanging over it. Everything is pure white. I’m almost scared to touch anything in fear I’ll make it dirty.

Seeing the bathroom off to the side, I dart inside. It matches the bedroom, everything is white. When I get to the mirror, I’m shocked to see what I look like.

My hair is a little wild, likely because Lincoln can’t keep his hands out of it. My lips look full and swollen. I gasp when I see a small hickey on my neck. I remember, when we first got on the plane, he said something about it would have to do when he sucked on me there. I can only think he means a claiming mark.

My hand goes to the mark, and for some silly reason it makes me smile. I like seeing it there. I freshen up a little, trying to get myself under control and not look like I’ve been rolling around in bed.

When I lift my dress, I see the evidence of what I thought might have been a dream. Traces of cum coat my thighs. I should probably grab a towel and clean it off, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I’m also not sure if I’m allowed to. He stopped me from putting my hand there in the limo.

I slide the dress off, dropping it to the floor. My bra follows. I wonder what Lincoln did with my underwear after he took it off me.

I turn and grab the silky robe hanging up by the door and slide it on. When my bag gets here I can change, but I need to get out of that dress. It’s wrinkled and is showing the wear it received from Lincoln last night.

I start to make my way back into the main room of the suite but stop when I see Lincoln put his hand up, motioning me to not come forward. His eyes lock on mine, and I stop moving.

“Out,” he barks, and I take a step back. “Not you, sweet pea,” he says softly, letting me know he didn’t mean me. Why does he keep calling me that name? And how can his voice can change so easily?

I hear an elevator ding and doors slide closed as Lincoln moves toward me. He offers me his hand, and I walk toward him, doing as he commands.