“Knots?” Shani asked, flashing Adam a secret grin. He grinned back.
Tyler, oblivious of the subtext, happily explained, “A knot is equal to 1.15 miles. The history of the knot as a measure of speed has its roots from when ships on the water used knotted ropes tied to logs thrown overboard to measure distances.”
Shani’s grin widened. “You don’t say.”
“Yes,” Tyler said eagerly, no doubt delighted at what he took to be her encouragement to know more. “Nautical miles and knots are still used today in both the marine and aviation industries. The way it works is, if we sliced the globe exactly in half vertically, then divided the half globe into degrees—”
“I know Shani can’t wait to hear this,” Adam interrupted with a good-natured nudge of his elbow, “but did you say we were cleared for take-off?”
Tyler glanced at the large watch on his wrist. “Shit. You’re right. I need to get into the cockpit.” He gave a small, self-deprecating laugh. “Sorry. When I get going on aviation topics, I’m as bad as Adam when he’s talking about different varieties and grains of leather.”
“Touché,” Adam said with a laugh.
“Make sure to buckle up until I turn off the sign,” Tyler said. He smirked at Adam. “Behave yourselves.” He disappeared into the cockpit, closing the door behind him.
They settled into two seats and buckled their seatbelts. “This is so exciting,” Shani said, looking out the small round window next to her. “I’ve never been on a private jet.”
“It’s a great way to travel,” Adam agreed. He slid his hand under Shani’s skirt, stroking her smooth, bare thigh. “Especially when we’re alone.” He moved his hand lightly up her leg to cup her mons. He could feel its heat beneath the thin fabric.
“Hey,” Shani said, color rising up her cheeks. “He said to behave.”
“He did,” Adam agreed with a grin, not moving his hand away. “But he didn’t say how to behave. Trust me, Tyler is totally cool about this sort of thing. He once told me the reason he opted for leather is it’s easier to clean off any jism left behind by his mile-high clients.”
“You’re kidding,” Shani said skeptically.
“Nope. He says even on so-called business flights, folks get up to all kinds of things back here. It’s part of the fun of traveling privately. Check this out.” Using his free hand, Adam reached into the side pouch on his seat and pulled out a strip of condoms.
“Whoa,” Shani laughed, clearly startled.
Adam grinned. “Tyler says happy clients are repeat clients. Once we’re in the air, I’m going to expect you to slip off those panties and hand them to me. Then you’re going to hike your skirt up to your waist so your bare ass is on the leather. You’re going to spread those gorgeous legs and show me your hot little cunt. Then you’re going to masturbate for me, and come when I tell you to.” He rubbed his palm against her sex as he spoke, his cock hardening to steel in his jeans. “Is that understood?”
Shani shuddered and sighed, her lips parting, her stiffening nipples visible against her top. “Yes, Sir,” she said in a husky voice.
~*~
The takeoff was as smooth as a commercial jet. The seats were huge, nearly twice the size of the coach seats Shani was used to, and as comfortable as any recliner. Having flown only a few times in her life, she watched eagerly out the window as they rose high into the air. As Adam had no doubt intended, his description of what he expected of her had instantly aroused her to a fever pitch.
She imagined this must be what their old retriever, Cassie, had felt like when waiting for permission to move. After their father had died, Kaiah, Shani’s oldest sister, had become the hunter in the family. She often brought home ducks and the occasional deer.
Shani had gone along from time to time, and it was almost painful to watch Cassie once she’d spotted their prey. She would stop abruptly, her muzzle pointed toward the game, her entire body quivering with excitement. Shani felt like that now, her clit throbbing, her nipples aching, her fingers itching to slip into her panties.
As soon as Tyler turned off the seatbelt sign, Adam got to his feet and moved to the seat directly across from Shani. He smiled a slow, sexy smile. “Go on, slave girl. Take off your panties and hand them to me.”
Shani immediately unbuckled her seatbelt and lifted her bottom so she could slide her panties down. She handed them to Adam. Heat scorched her face as he lifted the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply, a rapturous look on his face.
He lowered them and said, “Now, lift your skirt and spread your legs. Show me your pretty cunt.”
Shani obeyed, her heart pattering in her chest. Though she assumed Tyler couldn’t leave the cockpit, just the knowledge that he was so close by, and not into the scene, made her a little nervous.
“Make yourself come for me, Shani,” Adam growled, his eyes fixed on her sex. “Remember to ask for permission.”
Shani swallowed and then licked her fingers. She lowered her hand and touched herself. Not surprisingly, she was already wet, her clit distended, her cunt pulsing.
She slid slightly forward on the seat, angling herself to give Adam the view he had requested, or rather, demanded. Though they didn’t have a formal Master/slave relationship, she was ready and eager to submit.
In the year and change she’d been on the island, she’d been content to serve the many. Each scene was its own discrete event—over and done with once it ended.
Until Adam, that was all she’d wanted. The island was the perfect place to submit with her body, while keeping her heart and spirit completely out of the equation. It was different with Adam. He wasn’t just another island guest. Something wonderful was happening between them, if she could remain open to it.
She focused on Adam’s handsome, kind face. He was watching her intently, his eyes lit by an inner fire of lust and desire that took her breath away.
She rubbed herself, sighing softly with pleasure. The awareness that Tyler was close by added a thrilling touch of danger to the process. She rubbed faster, slipping a finger into her tight, wet heat.
Adam had unzipped his fly. He slipped his hand into his underwear and stroked his huge erection.
Pleasure zinged through Shani’s body as she quickly neared a climax. “Oooh,” she sighed, her breath high and fast in her throat. “Please,” she begged, climbing rapidly to the pinnacle of release.
“Please, what?” Adam said, the hint of a smile lifting one corner of his mouth.
“Please, Sir, may I come?” she panted.
“Yes.”
Though it was only her own fingers, Adam’s commanding, sexy presence increased her pleasure and arousal ten-fold. She hurtled into a shuddering orgasm, a loud cry escaping her lips. As the tremors subsided, she barked a nervous laugh.
“Oh, my god,” she said, glancing back toward the closed door of the cockpit. “What if he heard me?”
Adam shook his head. “Doubtful with the engine noise and a door between us.” He shrugged, adding, “And so what if he did?” He pulled his hand from his underwear, bringing his erect shaft from its confines in the process.
“Now,” he growled softly. “Get on your knees and worship my cock, slave girl. Make sure to swallow every drop.”