When I returned home from work that night, I called David.
"Come visit me in London." He said.
"Yes." I reply.
"I'll pick you up in my private jet," He offered.
I told him it wasn't necessary, that I could afford a coach flight on my own.
"don't think you understand my proposal Kate..." He continued. "I'm going to fuck you at max altitude."
I was so taken back; that's the one thing about David I have come to learn. He never shies away from what he wants - and what he wants now is to have his sweet submissive slut at 10,000 feet above the ground.
Well, that certainly changed some things. Of course I said, "Yes."
"I'm sending your outfit over as we speak Pet."
I blushed. "The clothes I have now are inappropriate for air travel Sir?" I inquired with a smile.
"I want you to wear something special for such a special occasion."
Occasion was it? He wasn't taking me to see the queen was he?
No he wasn't taking me to meet the queen - not in a backless burgundy peplum and black Manolo Blahnik stilettos. The Chanel dress, imported silk pantyhose; I could never really understand why David insisted on providing the most luxurious clothes for me when his favorite outfit of mine my was my bare skin.
"People dress up their dogs and you are my little bitch aren't you?" He'd retort my protest to dress myself.
I lifted the stationary on top of the clothes and read his note:
"No knickers for easy access to my easy whore - D"
A small velvet box was underneath the package tissue - was it teardrop diamond earrings? A White gold pendant? Sapphire bracelets? Oh no, it was much better than jewelry. A glistening set of Ben Wa balls tied together with a silk ribbon.
"An extra treat for the long drive - Master."
I laid down on my duvet and inserted the toy into my soft pink opening. I contracted and released my muscles as the balls eased into their perfect spot inside me. The cool metal spheres shifted and bumped together with each movement my petite body made and I was deliciously pleasured with each motion. Oh, he was good. He did love to play, and I loved him for it. Stroking my libido like a tabby cat's tail did he ever. What a wicked clever bastard.
"I will have my town car pick you up at 5pm sharp." He reminded me the night before.
"Looking forward to it Master." I replied coolly.
At 5 on the dot, there was a polite knock at my apartment door as a very attractive young man with dark eyes and beautiful skin - Chaldean possibly? - introduced himself as Alexander and offered to carry my bags. I declined gracefully and took my label-less luggage in hand.
"Mr. Koshberre does insist I take care of your every need Ms. Ryan"
"I appreciate that, but I can manage perfectly." I rolled my eyes without Alexander seeing, I didn't want him to be insulted as a result of my stubbornness.
"He doesn't have to know - it's our little secret." I winked as he opened the car door for me.
The backseat of the Lincoln was adorned with red rose petals and bottles of Pinot Grigio.
"Oh my God..." I gasped. He never ceases to amaze me - a man so animal-like in the bedroom, is romantic beyond my wildest dreams to the rest of the world.
"Please relax Ms. Ryan it is quite the drive to the airport."
I lay back and selected classical music from the satellite radio. I had a naughty thought to play with my new toy, but dismissed it immediately - I could never do that. However, the partition was raised between me and Alexander so I was free to do so if I wanted to pleasure myself. I spread my legs a little wider than hip-width apart and dipped my touch inside my body to feel the Ben Wa balls click together. I licked my pointer finger and massaged my clit in tiny circles, I tried to stay as silent as the wave of pleasure would allow. Only moments later, was the build rising inside my depth and I couldn't keep quiet - I opened my mouth to let a breathless arousal escape and what followed was a soft whimper. I closed my eyes and pushed the heel of my hand harder against my pelvic bone. I was biting my lip to keep from becoming audible, but I couldn't help myself. I surrendered to my own body and moaned nothing but nonsense - an orgasm so strong I couldn't form real words. I felt a rush and then a hot release into my palm. Did I just make myself cum? I pulled my hand to lips and tasted a deep taste of my own body. I closed my eyes; finally achieving sweet, sweet relief and fell asleep. When I opened my eyes what felt like only moments later, I spotted David's silver Mercedes beside a pearly white XD7 aircraft. He stepped outside the drivers side and I was immediately jealous.
"How come you drove yourself? I could've met you."
"Because, my girl, it's an order." He kissed my lips deeply, not a single care of who was watching us.
"Alexander thank you for taking such exquisite care of her."
"My pleasure Sir." He nodded. "Best travels to the both of you. Ms. Ryan." He kissed my hand softly.
David wrapped his arm around the waist of my dress. "Thank you Alexander, we will."
"You look perfect my Pet, I hope you enjoyed the ride." He caressed my cheek, and pulled a stray hair behind my ear. He nibbled the lobe, his breath warm and sweet. "You certainly look a little rosey - did my little slut indulge her cunt?"
"I did Master." I whispered.
"I should spank your little arse for pleasuring yourself without my permission, but it turns me on so much to imagine you cuming in the back of a Lincoln I will let this one slide." He flashes a wicked grin.
You invite Alexander into the car for a drink - bourbon obviously - and you pull out this amazing platter of chocolate covered strawberries piled high with whipped cream - we all pass it around. I take a little too much cream on my mine and it falls between my breasts staining my dress. I curse under my breath and move to grab a napkin, but you stop me.
"Alexander, lick the cream off of her breasts." Your voice is firm and steady, but I can hear the touch of excitement in your request.
"I beg your pardon Sir?" Alexander shifts in the backseat, uneasy. His eyes dart from me to you and back to me.
"Kate, lie back." You instruct me. I spread out on the leather seat.
"Do it." Your gaze locked on your chauffeur's.
He gathers himself, gets up, and hesitantly begins to stretch his tongue over my rounded cleavage. I smile. This young man has no idea what he's doing; I decide to help him out. I dip a finger into the mound of cream just below my collar bone. I hold it to his mouth.
"Taste." I whisper and he does.
He licks and sucks my finger until all traces of white are gone. He then moves to my breasts. He pulls back the fabric of my dress and sinks his teeth into my luscious skin. His tongue dips between my valley. He reaches underneath me to unzip my dress and I'm completely exposed. His soft fingertips run circles around my pink areola until my nipples form triangular points. I let out a moan in response to his soft teasing. He looks up for a brief moment and grabs a strawberry from the plate. His lips graze my ear and I can smell the exotic musk if his cologne.
"Bite." He whispers; his voice hushed and sensual.
I comply to my Pretend Master's command and bite the head of the blood red berry. It's achingly sweet. Pieces of chocolate melt and fall onto my ivory flesh. He rubs it in circles on my skin; massaging me until I'm sticky. He effortlessly continues his control as he runs his wet tongue down my rib cage to my navel. I suck in my breath. I'm so sensitive. He begins to softly nip at my stomach. My body is blazing with sensations.
"I...I want..." I'm breathless
Your faces closes in on mine. Your long fingers reaching to cup my jaw.
"Speak Slut." You bark. I can smell the whiskey and berries on you.
"I want him to touch me." I whimper.
"Baby, he is touching you. He's all over you." Your voice is softer now.
"No. No no no..." I wail. I'm so frustrated. I can feel my body screaming - I need more.
"I want him to touch me..." I'm struggling to find my words as my mind is loses it's grip.
