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.”
Her cunt still pulsing, Shani instantly dropped to her knees in front of Adam, her mouth watering with anticipation. He placed one masterful hand on her head and slowly guided his shaft into her mouth with the other.
She opened herself to him, accepting him deep into her throat. Though she’d just come, her body instantly tingled with lust as he moved slowly in and out of her mouth. It wasn’t long before he quickened his pace, thrusting faster, his breath quickening.
He grunted and stiffened in the second before ejaculation. Then, with a cry, he spurted down her throat, his cock so far back that she didn’t even need to swallow. With a satisfied groan, he fell back against the leather, his cock falling away from her lips. He lay still, eyes closed, his shaft lightly fisted in his hand, a sweet, sated expression on his face.
With a satisfied smile, Shani rose to her feet and went into the small kitchen galley. She found a tray and two wine glasses, along with a sleeve of fancy rosemary crackers. Opening the small refrigerator, she took out a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, a wedge of Brie and a bunch of green grapes. She opened the wine, put everything on the tray and carried it back into the cabin.
Adam had tucked himself away and zipped up his jeans. He smiled as she approached. “That looks wonderful.” He pulled the side table over so it was in front of the seats.
Shani set down the tray and started to reach for her panties, which Adam had dropped onto the seat beside him.
“No, you don’t,” he said with a grin. “I’ll hold onto these for you.” He slid them into his pocket. “After all, you can’t very well receive the spanking I plan to give you with panties on, now can you?”
Chapter 6
Tyler dropped Adam and Shani off at the Portland-Hillsboro airport, leaving them on the tarmac just outside the terminal building. Shani reached into the outside pocket of her travel bag and pulled out a light jacket. The temperature was nearly twenty degrees lower than the island, hovering at seventy three.
As they waited for the rental car shuttle, Adam glanced at his watch. “”I love traveling in this direction. Our bodies think it’s six thirty, but my watch says three thirty. We have three extra hours.”
Shani lifted her pretty