Anya spent the next few days in a very satisfied state of bliss. Her shifts at work had seemed to fly by. Her young patients had been time consuming and she had enjoyed the other nurses she had worked with. Several of her work friends had commented on her new "jewelry" and Anya had just quietly smiled and said that she'd needed to do something for herself. They had agreed and by the time her shifts had ended, she'd gone home and been a mother to her children, fed and bathed them, and then fallen exhausted into bed at night. She knew why her body was so exhilarated, she knew the cock and tail and hands...and tongue, that had caused her to reach utter fulfillment, and Anya found herself missing the incubus that had shown her such a great fuck. But she kept herself from calling him, or sending a message to his office in some way. He was married, and she'd been food that he'd been allowed to taste once. It hadn't been cheating, but were he to fuck her with that wonderful heavy cock again, it most certainly would be, and she was not the type of woman to ruin another person's marriage. So she stayed away.
"A glass of wine?" A feminine voice said from the aisle near her and Anya looked up from her hands to see the flight attendant standing beside her row, glasses of red and white wine on a tray in her hand. They gave you wine in first class, she raised an eyebrow, she had never actually flown first class before. Even with Aunt Tippy's inheritance, her husband had always been responsible, they'd never lived to extravagance.
Taking a glass of red, she thanked the flight attendant and looked back out her window as she sipped on the wine. She had spent the last few days googling incubus, and then pouring through other old fairy tales and folklore and legends, wondering what other creatures were out there in the world, what ones would she be introduced to at Vorhees Spa when she arrived. The ideas had made her nervous, and she shivered even now thinking about what was in store for her when she reached Canada. He said there weren't any incubi, but he'd told her that not everyone was human. He hadn't told her what she would find, though. What other nonhumans were out there.
Her pussy had no worries, however, it was still riding high between her thighs like a pagent winner that was waving to the crowds, thank you, thank you, I have been so fabulously fucked and am more than happy to take on whatever you thrust at me, and Anya found that the more she thought about what would happen to her at the spa, the more wet she would become. He had told her that she was submissive by nature, and she hadn't really thought he was right until she had been tied up and he had shoved his cock down her throat and she'd been unable to get away. It had been the most turned on she had ever been in her life and she'd wanted him to fuck her like that forever. The thought of being tied up like that again, the idea of having a man be her master, well, Anya didn't think she would mind. At least, not as long as it didn't interfere with her family and work. She reached up and slid a finger against the coil of metal at the top of her ear, she could see herself being someone's sex toy, of her pussy being the property of the right man. Her whole body felt hot and Anya sighed, an airplane was not the place to have these kinds of thoughts.
She instead, thought of the four children that she had left in the protection of her cousin and aunt. Lindie was seventeen and her aunt was her father's youngest sister. Greta was married for the second time, but Anya never saw Luis much. He was an international asshole slash foreign trade guy of some sort or another. But he made a ton of money and had a dick, so Greta dealt with his lack of personality. Lindie's birth father had been Jamaican and Anya still remembered the smiling man. He had gotten cancer about ten years ago and left the two women alone together for a while. Lindie loved her little cousins and they had jumped at the chance to watch her four while Anya went on what they considered to be a much needed, and richly deserved vacation to the north. It's all about me though, she could practically hear her pussy talking at this point, throbbing between her legs. Anya rolled her eyes and looked out the window.
A little while later, she was broken from her thoughts by the captain's announcement that the plane would be landing shortly. Anya gave her now empty glass to the flight attendant and made sure her purse was still tucked under the seat in front of her. She could see the ground coming closer as the plane made its descent to the airport and she felt her breathing quicken just a bit. She was worried about what the spa was like, regardless of the fact that she'd actually handled getting fucked by a sex demon of all things. What would happen to her while she was there? She'd googled it when she was at work a couple times and Vorhees Spa had a website. It looked perfectly legitimate. Hot stone massages, hot tubs, acupuncture, massage, all the services one expected to see at a regular spa, but the price list was astronomical. Spa for the rich and carefree, apparently. And you couldn't just make reservations online, you were required to call for a consult. She hadn't called, but her lawyer had. She wondered what Ned had told them about her. It made a shiver work down her body to settle into her pussy like an old friend.
Once she exited the plane, purse and jacket in hand, her rolling suitcase behind her, Anya slowly made her way through customs and then out to where the exit was located. She had been on an early flight, so her plane was one of the first to land, and there were many men in suits holding up placards with peoples' last names written on them. Scanning for hers, knowing that someone, a Mr. Hughes, was supposed to be at the airport to fetch her, she furrowed her brow, not seeing her last name on any of the signs. The man must not be at the airport yet. It didn't sound like something her lawyer would have allowed to happen. He seemed to like to be in control of everything, and everything happened just as he wanted it. Frowning, she scanned the crowd again. She saw people walking up to their intended drivers and the crowd began to thin out as she made her way slowly to the wall to her left, allowing others to pass her as they left the airport. Looking around her, she noticed that no new drivers had entered yet, but gazing around the room, she spotted a man standing slightly behind the line of placard wielding drivers in a sharp looking suit, a simple black tie around his neck, and his eyes seemed to be glued to her.
Anya bit her lip and wondered if that man was her contact from the spa. He looked too polished to be a driver, and she looked at his face a little more closely and felt one side of her mouth lift a bit. He reminded her of one of those movie thugs. The ones who were as handsome as the devil himself, a man that Anya had actually met, so she felt she could think that with confidence. He had shaved his head, but not so much because his hair was thinning, though it did seem to be a little on the temples. His jaw was strong looking, and he had a days growth of hair, probably more. His mouth was firm, wide, not overly lippy, which she had never liked. His eyes were light blue and the way he fit his suit let the viewer know that he was all muscled bulk beneath. He wasn't overly large, however, probably only about six inches taller than she was.
He continued to watch her, but made no attempt to approach her as she waited against the wall. The walkway was emptying out, and there seemed to be a lull in arrivals, leaving them relatively alone in the exit area for a few moments. Anya bit her lip, wondering what she should do. Should she call Mr. Brinker? Who was the man that was still standing there? Why was he still watching her?
Sighing, she pushed herself away from the wall and made her way over to the man who did not move at her advance. His blue eyes focused more fully on her and they seemed to stretch a little tight at the edges, and he smiled at her. Anya was thrown off balance by the unexpected warmth and she opened her mouth a little as he turned to fully face her.
"Mrs. MacTiernen?" Oh dear, Anya gulped, gorgeous and he had an English accent. She expected her pussy to pulse and it did.
She nodded, "Are you Mr. Hughes?" Her voice sounded gravelly to her and Anya watched as he nodded, bending to take the suitcase from her. She watched as he clicked in the extended handle and then picked the case up by the side handle.
"We've got about an hour drive to get to Vorhees. Have you eaten?" He said, putting a hand under her free arm to start guiding her out the door.
Anya shook her head, in truth, she'd barely been able to eat since her visit to her lawyer. She'd been on pins and needles ever since she'd gone to his office downtown. "I've got coffee and a bagel for you in the car."
"I'm not very hungry." Anya told him truthfully as the stepped out the door and into the sunshine.
"Eh, you'll be needing your energy for later. Be a dear and try to eat." He winked at her, making her shiver as they walked quickly towards where he had parked his car, a teak brown Audi R8. It certainly wasn't in the price range of a regular airport driver.
He put the suitcase in the back, along with her jacket and purse that she'd been holding. Anya wasn't too happy that her cell phone was now where she couldn't get a hold of it if she needed it, but she figured there wasn't much she could do at this point to get away from her particular fate. Nor did she particularly want to. If this man was an example of the type of man she could expect to see at the spa, she was more than happy to continue her journey there. Her pussy ached to be filled again, and her chances were much greater here than they would be back home. He opened her door and waited as she got in the car. Anya wondered what the man thought about it being her that had been sent here. A woman of her size, a mother, someone who was not usually the type of woman a man like him would be helping getting into a car like this.
When he pulled out of the parking lot, Anya almost sighed, the car drove so smoothly it was like sitting on a cloud and floating. She'd always liked cars, her father had been a mechanic, so she knew a thing or two. This car, however, was way out of the price range that her father had been in. She had loved the Camaro that he'd restored and let her drive after she got her driver's license. It had made her feel powerful and attractive. And she had been, attractive, when she was young. Age had changed that a bit for her.
"You've known the incubus for several years, have you?" The man beside her spoke up and Anya nodded.
"For six years, I think. My husband always went to their appointments, I barely ever went. I didn't know...I didn't know what he is, though, not until the last visit." Anya explained, watching as Mr. Hughes picked up a paper bag and handed it to her.
