The Proposal - Kitty Thomas Page 0,66
the largest nails. I realize she got a pedicure to match this dress.
She looks so innocent, and she feels equally innocent on the inside. Even with all of our toys and preparation, she is tight.
I look her slowly up and down. “Turn around.”
“S-Soren,” she whispers.
“Master,” I correct.
But she doesn't say anything else, she just turns away from me. The dress has a zipper, and I take my time dragging it slowly down her back as goosebumps chase the path of the zipper. I slip the straps off her shoulders and push the dress to the floor. She's wearing the most innocent sweet white cotton panties and no bra. I let her keep the panties for now because I like looking at them. I like the way she makes me feel when she looks so vulnerable.
“Go lie down on the bed on your back,” I say. I can barely keep my voice under control.
While she does this, I go back to the door, unlock, and open it.
“W-what are you doing?”
“I changed my mind about the door. I want everyone on this plane to hear you.”
Dayne and Griffin are only a few feet away. Griffin's seat allows him a glimpse with the door open, but not enough to consider it a front row seat. He and Dayne would both have to get up and come in here for that. But they know I don't want them to, and they'll stay in their seats and let me have her the way I want her.
“Master, please,” she whispers.
I strip off my own clothes and watch her. “Spread your legs and slip your fingers underneath your panties. Play with yourself.”
She only hesitates a moment before doing what I ask. I can tell from where I'm standing that her panties are already soaked. She can protest all she wants. She can display her fear like a badge, but every part of her body is excited by this, by the power I wield over her, by the idea of her other two lovers only a few feet away, by the idea of the pilot and the co-pilot behind only a divider wall. There isn't a proper door to separate them from the rest of the plane.
I crawl onto the bed with her and pull her hand away from her pussy as if catching her misbehaving instead of doing exactly as I asked. I cup her over her panties, my grip hard.
“Whose cunt is this?”
“Y-yours, Master.”
“And?”
“A-and Griffin's and Dayne's.”
“Good girl. And you will honor and obey all of us. That vow applies to all of us. Do you understand?”
She nods.
Her hips arch up into my hand as I begin to rub her hard through her panties. I don't warm her up with gentle caresses, and she doesn't need it. The rougher I handle her, the more her body responds to me.
I grip her throat, holding her down as I continue to stroke her with my other hand. She struggles and fights between the panic of my hand around her throat and the close cresting of her orgasm.
“You want to breathe, princess?”
She nods to the extent that I allow her movement.
“Then you must promise when I remove my hand from your throat, you will come and you will scream your pleasure loud enough for everyone on this plane to hear.”
She nods again.
“Good girl.”
I release her throat while the fingers of my other hand stroke feverishly over her clit. She bucks and moans and screams. When her body finally settles and she goes quiet and still again, I rip off her panties. She lets out another loud gasping moan when I shove my cock inside her.
She's so fucking tight. There are tears in her eyes when I look at her face again, and I'm not sure if it's the force of her orgasm or my giant dick slamming into her that put them there. But her hips begin to move, urging me on.
Her small hands claw at my shoulders trying to pull me deeper into her even though I'm buried to the hilt. She makes the most gorgeous panting moans in rhythm to my thrusts. She comes again right as I do, as I'm spilling inside her, hoping she'll be carrying my child soon.
It isn't until I pull out of her and spoon her against me that I realize... even though she struggled and bucked, she never clawed at my hand when it was around her throat. Some small part of Livia trusts me, and while her fear may excite