Claimed Darker by Em Brown
Chapter 5
BRIDGET
Past
Isit in a conflict of emotions from the spanking. Mostly, I feel uncomfortable and even embarrassed, though I don’t think the flight attendant knew what was going on. If she heard the spanking, maybe she’ll mistake it for clapping or simply not know what to make of it. Except my cheeks are probably red as tomatoes, so I keep my face lowered when she returns with Darren’s beer and asks if there’s anything else she can get for us.
A part of me is irked that Darren would spank me in public, another part of me is…titillated. If the attendant had walked in on us, I would have been mortified and probably furious with Darren. There would have been no room for titillation. Instead, it feels like we got away with something, something naughty.
But it’s not over.
After the attendant leaves, Darren leans over to me. “Feel yourself. Between the legs.”
“What?” I respond.
“You heard me.”
“I did. I just wasn’t sure you were serious.”
He raises a brow. “You think I joke about stuff like this?”
He doesn’t joke around that much, period.
“Why do you want me to do that?” I ask with touches of exasperation, anxiousness and excitement.
“Because I said so.”
“It’s to make me more uncomfortable, isn’t it?”
He grins. “That’s just icing on the cake. Now do it.”
I bristle at his command. “You can ask more nicely.”
“Or I can do it myself.”
That jolts me into action. I look around and listen for anyone coming before sneaking my hand beneath my dress.
“Make sure you rub your fingers against your pussy lips,” Darren says.
“Can you at least whisper?” I hiss before sliding my digits against my flesh.
“Now let’s see your fingers.”
He catches my wrist as I lift my hand from beneath my dress, then holds my fingers up. I can see moisture. My breath skitters unevenly.
“That from the spanking?” he asks.
I swallow and say breathily, “I don’t know.”
I watch as he sucks off my fingers. The wetness between my thighs increases.
Dropping my hand, he goes back to drinking his beer. Unsure where I should direct my feelings, I sit in silence. Should I try to quell my rising desire so I can focus on something else? Or should I encourage my ardor in the hopes of finding relief through orgasm?
But we’re on a plane. Even though we have our own suite, we’re not guaranteed privacy.
I recall my initiation into the Mile High Club. Never in my life would I have thought that I would become a member of that club. Amy would have been grossed out by the fact that it had happened in the lavatory. A part of me is equally horrified. But, like the spanking, it was titillating at the same time. Because it was wrong. Because of Darren. When I’m with him, I find myself doing things I would normally balk at. Should I be worried about that?
“What’re you thinking about?” Darren asks in a tone that makes me think he knows exactly what I’m thinking.
You touching me.
“I…um…nothing really,” I reply. It’s probably better that I suppress my libido for the moment. I don’t want Darren suggesting a trip to the lavatory. It was fun the first time, but I still feel guilty about occupying it for unintended purposes.
“That’s too bad.”
“What’s too bad?”
Darren leans over and murmurs in my ear, “I thought you might want me to jack you off.”
His breath, his tone, the idea he implants in my mind all make me squirm in my chair. I do want that. I mean, I do and I don’t.
“Like, right here, right now?” I inquire.
“’Course.”
I take a shaky breath. We’ve already been checked on, so a flight attendant might not be by for some time. Maybe I should go for it.
“Okay,” I say softly.
“Okay, you want me to masturbate you?”
I nod.
He smirks. “How ’bout you ask more nicely?”
“Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please masturbate me.”
He groans. “Sounds fucking hot the way you say that. Say it again.”
“Please masturbate me.”
He slips a hand beneath my dress and rubs my underwear into me. A delicious heat engulfs me. I grip the arms of my chair and focus on the sensation of the fabric rubbing my flesh, the pressure of his fingers teasing my clit. I want to come as fast as I can in case an attendant pops in.
Darren fondles me through my underwear, which is soon soaked and gets in the way. He pulls the underwear to one side, and I feel his fingers unhindered. I let my head fall against the back of my chair and briefly close my eyes. It feels so good.
I don’t keep my eyes shut too long because I want to know if anyone is coming. I don’t entirely trust Darren to stop when needed. He toys with my clit until my need is in full bloom, then sinks two fingers into me. I clench down on the digits and quiver.
He withdraws altogether from beneath my dress and places his moistened fingers at my lips. “Taste yourself.”
I part my lips and take in his fingers.
His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Do you taste good, Bridge?”
I nod. When he slides his fingers out, my stitches tickle, making me want to touch them, but I resist. I don’t want the consequence of having to edit my list of hard limits.
Darren replaces his hand between my thighs. I whimper at his touch. His ministrations set me higher and higher. A climax is within my reach.
“I think we should have the attendants set up our bed,” he says.
“But it’s not night yet.”
“It was your idea to move into the bedroom earlier.”
“That was because—before—argh,” I grumble. Desire vibrates between my legs, anxiously awaiting the finish. “I thought you were going to jack me off?”
He pulls out his hand as he hits the attendant call button with the other. “Oh, I will. And more.”
