His Pretty Toy by Shanna Handel

Chapter 10

Trent

Her eyes go wide when she sees the inside of the jet. An attendant waits with two flutes of champagne on a silver tray. Another has warm hand towels, her silver tongs ready to deliver them to us.

We slide into the plush leather seats, her by the window, me in the aisle. The warmers have been turned on and the temperature is pleasant. “Oh, this is nice.” She sips her champagne as a menu is read to us.

She’ll have the pasta. I’m having steak.

We wait on the tarmac, sipping our drinks, a delicious sexual tension running between us. My hand finds the top of her thigh and it stays there. Eventually, a young staff member comes bounding through the door. Her glasses are askew, her hair wind-blown.

She sends a curious eye to Ashley. My staff have never seen me bring a woman for pleasure onto my jet before.

“Everything alright?” I ask, my hand moving higher.

She stumbles over her words. “Ye-yes sir. I’ve gotten everything on the list. It’s all stowed away and you two are ready to take off. Bonjour!” She gives a little wave.

“Who was that?” Ashley asks.

“Just a staff member, buying the things Gretchen thought you would need.” I cruise closer to the apex of her thighs. “Sasha, can Ms. Ashley have a warm blanket, please? We’d like to rest while we wait for our meal.”

“Certainly, sir.” Sasha scurries away.

“I’m really fine.” Ashley takes another sip of her champagne.

“But I’m not.” I move my hand higher.

Her brow furrows with curiosity. A moment later Sasha returns, spreading a thick white blanket over Ashley. Uncomfortable with all the attention, Ashley takes the hem of the blanket, straightening it herself. “Thank you.”

“Be a good girl.” I take her glass from her hands. “And unbutton your jeans.”

Her brows shoot to the sky. “Excuse me?”

I repeat myself. “You heard me. Now be a good girl and obey or I’ll take you in the back room and spank you till you do.”

She scoots away from me, trying to pry my hand from her leg. “You aren’t paying this time, remember? You’re not in charge.”

“One thing to know about me?” I grab her hand, forcing it between her legs. I cup my hand over hers, pushing down. “I’m always in charge.”

I move my fingers together, making hers move with them until she’s rubbing her sex over her jeans. She gives a gasp, her eyes closing. At first her hand is tense, wanting to fight me but a few perfectly executed strokes and she gives in.

“Why do you do this to me?” Her words are breathy, that beautiful pink flush rising in her cheeks.

“Because I can.” My hand leaves hers. “Now be a good girl and unbutton those jeans.”

Her teeth sink into her lip as she scans the plane for onlookers. The stewardesses are nowhere in sight. “I don’t know…” Her eyes meet mine and the look of shame in her gaze heats my blood.

I slide my hand along her skin, cupping it around the back of her neck. I pull her toward me till my lips are brushing against her earlobe. “Do it now or I’ll turn you over my knee for everyone to see.”

She pulls back with a shudder, staring at me incredulously, wondering if I’m serious. I am. I tell her so with a hard look and a squeeze to the back of her neck.

Still, she tries to hold some semblance of power. “What’s the magic word?”

“Now.” My hand rises, gathering the hair at the base of her neck and pulling.

Her face reddens, her gaze falling from mine as her fingers go beneath the blanket, fumbling with the button of her jeans. She unbuttons them but leaves them zipped.

I shake my head with disappointment. “Don’t be bad.”

She looks up at me from under her lashes. “You only said to unbutton.”

“Sassy.” I slip my hand up her shirt. “There’s other ways to punish you.”

I take her nipple between my fingers. It’s already peaked from the naughtiness of what she’s doing. I squeeze till she gasps, her fingers rushing to her waist. She unzips her jeans.

“And?” I give a twist, telling her what I want through touch. She receives the message, lifting her hips from the seat, scooting her jeans down over her hips and out from under her bottom.

I brush my lips over her ear. “There’s a good girl.”

She makes a sound that’s a cross between a whine and a whimper. It makes me hard.

I take my hand from her breast, slipping down her belly. I run the tips of my fingers over the gusset of her panties. They’re damp. “Such a naughty girl. All wet for me and I haven’t even touched you yet.”

She shoots me a desperate look, her eyes begging me for more. With my index and middle fingers pressed together, I stroke her over those wet panties, caressing the folds of her sex. I alternate soft strokes that glide, just barely touching her, others with more pressure, slipping between her folds, traveling upward and pressing her little bud through her panties.

Her breathing quickens; the back of her head presses against the leather seat. Her eyes close and her lips part. My god, this girl is gorgeous. She gives a pitiful sighing moan.

I hold my hand in place, lightly circling that perfect bud as I stare at her face.

“Don’t watch me,” she whispers desperately. “It’s too embarrassing.”

“Bad girl.” I stop my movements. “You don’t give me commands.” I nip her earlobe. “I love watching you. So ashamed, yet begging for more. You want my fingers inside your panties, don’t you? Ask for it.”

“I…” She gives a gasp, her body going rigid. She’s humiliated to have to beg like this. But I can feel her panties growing damper. “Please.”

“Please, what, baby girl?” I love the humiliation on her face and in her voice.

“Please put your fingers in my… panties.” Her white teeth sink into that full, pouty bottom lip.

“And do what?” I press harder.

Her voice is a sexy whisper. “Make me come.”

“Good girl.” I slip my fingers beneath the elastic waist of her panties, crawling them down until I’ve found the entrance to her pussy. She’s soaking wet, so slick with arousal my fingers slip right inside her.

She hums, leaning back in her chair. Her little sound is like a song and the song is for me. Let me see if I can elicit a higher note from her. I run my slick fingers up to her clit, circling and pressing.

Her hips move, her little noise raises a pitch. Sing for me, baby.

There’s the clanking of glasses, and a flight attendant appears in the doorway to the hall.

Ashley’s eyes pop open. Her voice is raspy as she whispers, “Oh, my god, stop!” She straightens her spine, trying to push my hand away from her beneath the blanket.

I don’t stop. “I won’t stop. Not till you come, baby girl.”

I turn my attention on the stewardess as she approaches, offering her my most fetching grin. “Sasha. What do you have for us?”

“Your lunch is almost ready, sir. I thought you two might like another champagne while you wait.” She holds the bottle out to us.

I look to Ashley. “What do you say, darling? More champagne?”

Her face is white save for two bright red patches on her cheeks. Her gaze stays straight ahead as she murmurs, “Sure.”

Sasha, ever the professional, pours us two drinks in the fresh glasses she’s brought on her tray, handing one to each of us. I take mine with my free hand, bringing it to my lips. “Delicious, isn’t it, Ashley?”

She raises her glass with a shaky hand. “Mmm… del…” I move my fingers faster, circling her clit. “Dee… um… delicious…” Her words trail off.

“That’s all for now, Sasha. Thank you.”

Sasha gives a nod, leaving us.

Ashley collapses against the chair, closing her eyes, her head lolling back. “How could you do that? She must have known… oh, my god… oh, my gaaaaaawd…”

I go in for the kill, moving my expert fingers like I play the piano—flawlessly. “Come for me. Now.”

“Trent.” Her body tenses, her brow knits, her nose crinkles in the most adorable way. I watch her face as the orgasm tears through her, her full beautiful lips parting, a strangled cry coming from them. Her hand finds my arm, her nails digging into my flesh as a second orgasm overtakes her. “Oh, my god.”

She gives a final shudder, her body curving forward. I slip my hand from her panties, bringing my fingers to my lips. She watches in horror as I lick her juices from them.

“Even better than the champagne. Try.” I hold my fingers to her lips.

She shakes her head. “No.”

“Go on.” I brush my fingers over her lips.

She gives me an unsure look but she obeys so prettily, the tip of her pink tongue darting out for a taste. The poor girl—I didn’t think it was possible, but her blush deepens.

“Put your clothes back on. The attendant will be here with your lunch any minute. You wouldn’t want her to catch you with your pants down, now would you, naughty girl?”

“You’re the devil, you know that?” She shoots me a look of almost hatred as she lifts her hips, tugging them back into place. “That was so… humiliating.”

I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. “And you loved every minute of it, didn’t you?”

She ignores me, tilting her flute of champagne back. She downs the entire drink, handing me the empty glass.

“Apparently,” she flashes me a naughty grin as she reaches between my legs, rubbing my hardened cock through my trousers, “not as much as you.”

I shift my weight with a groan. “Don’t you dare.”

But she’s paying me back and paybacks are pure hell. She shifts the blanket over my lap, stroking me through my clothing.

My voice catches in my throat. “Stop.”

But she doesn’t.

I grow harder, my pants tighter. Fuck this. I tear the blanket from me, throwing it on the seat behind us.

“That’s it.”

She looks up at me, wide-eyed and slightly afraid.

I pull her from the seat, taking her down the aisle to the jet’s oversized bathroom to fuck her. “Time for you to join the mile-high club.”

She looks to the front of the plane where Sasha’s preparing the tray of our lunches. “We can’t.”

“I can. And I will.” I pull her into the bathroom, closing the door behind us. My fingers go to her waist and in seconds I’ve got her clothing ripped down to her knees. I grab her hips, lifting her and setting her onto the wide bathroom counter.

Her arms wrap around my neck as I slip a condom from my pocket. She glances down. “That’s a good one, right? High quality?”

“Yes. Nothing’s getting through this baby.” I get my own clothes down in record time, rolling the condom down the shaft of my hard, throbbing cock.

She stops me with a look. “One condition.”

“What’s with you and these conditions. I thought I’ve established I’m the one in charge here.” But the way she’s looking at me makes something hard inside me break, a crust of ice begins to melt. I soften my tone. “What is it?”

“I get to kiss you.” She holds my gaze.

I waver. Her lips are full. Her brown eyes, mesmerizing. “No.”

“Oh.” Disappointment floods her gaze. She looks away, embarrassed.

“I,” I lean forward, “get to kiss you.”

I take her bottom lip between mine. It’s as sweet as I’ve imagined. She kisses me back, as needy as I suddenly feel, and something in me shifts.

I grab her hips, pulling her toward me as I enter her. I hold her under her thighs, her ass balanced against the edge of the counter. Our kiss deepens as I push inside her. She wraps her legs around my waist, pushing her hips forward, our bodies locked together.

We fuck hard and fast, our mouths intertwined, our tongues wrapped around one another’s. When we come, it’s together, our breaths coming as hard as we are. All my rules, my keeping women at a distance, using them only for my pleasure, those rules don’t seem to apply to this girl.

Our eyes meet and something passes between us.

And in this moment, I know: I’m fucked.