It Happened One Flight

10. I Me Mine

SMUT and kink, to start.

My eyes grow wide at his words and my entire body shudders. "George, you can't owe me. I'm not a possession." I spit back. His eyes are so intense my knees are wobbly beneath me.  He hikes up my skirt, and begins to stroke my clit with his long fingers through my increasingly damp knickers.

"We are going to bed." Considering the matter closed, he throws me over his shoulder, my skirt bunching up around my hips.

"George put me down." He tuts as I lamely protest, nipping the side of my bare hip. I am becoming more aroused with each step, my core aching.  Finally he drops me on his luxurious bed.  George unfastens his cuffs and then the buttons of his shirt one at a time, exposing a bit more of his toned chest as he goes. Kneeling on the bed, he stalks over me causing me to fall back.

"You might need a safe word tonight." He hisses as he begins to unbutton my blouse exposing my red lace bra.  He twists the front clasp causing the fabric fall away from my breasts. He sits upright to ogle my bare skin. Getting a hold of his open collar, I slide the shirt off his broad shoulders and down his sinewy arms. My nails drag back up his arms, his collarbones and over his nipples, along his fit stomach stopping at his belt. He gasps and tilts his head back.

"Hedgehog." I blurt out.

"What?" 

"Hedgehog." This time with more conviction.

He rolls away from me, gales of laughter shaking his body. "That will definitely stop me." He composes himself, resuming his position over me. "Now that that is settled, I can't decide if this scarf will look better around your wrists or over your eyes." Slyly cocking one eyebrow, he unties it and slips it off my neck.

"Close your eyes." He ghosts the cool silk across my abdomen, breasts, throat, face.  Goosebumps rise over my entire body.  He bites my erect nipples, neck, chin, top lip.  His tongue slips between my swollen lips. I am so lost in his kiss I don't notice he has gathered my wrists together above my head and bound them with the scarf.

"A few more points of information." He begins, as he deliberately draws my skirt off my hips,  "I am in control now.  Don't speak unless I ask a direct question." He pauses, "You brought this on yourself with that stunt in Paris. If you follow the rules I might allow you to enjoy an orgasm." Stepping off the bed, he takes my skirt and knickers with him. He kisses the insides of my knees, his hands sweep along my thighs coming to rest on my hipbones.

"Let me see you." Still under his spell, I do as I am told, allowing my knees to fall open.

"You are magnificent, like my blooming flowers." He bites his full bottom lip, he runs two fingers causally over my glistening slit and brings them to his mouth, licking them, moaning his approval. He flips me over and pulls me to my knees. I hear him unzip his jeans.  Then nothing.  I attempt to balance on my elbows see him.

"I didn't tell you to move." He slaps my ass.  My skin is stinging. I sway my hips, hoping he will take the hint. He swats me several more times, never uttering a sound. The pain is astonishingly sweet. Again nothing. The anticipation of what he will do next is setting all my nerves alight. Roughly he tilts my hips a bit higher and slams his throbbing member into my dripping sex. As he continues to fuck me from behind, I fight the urge to cry out his name, whimpering into the mattress. He abruptly pulls out and turns me over.  I am desperate to touch his body, steady myself against him, regain some control.  Reaching up, he tethers my hands to the headboard and pushes himself back into me. His rhythm is steady and deep, hitting my g-spot with each thrust.

"You love my huge cock pounding you, don't you my filthy girl?" 

"Yes." I croak.

"Louder."

"YES."

"Only mine. Say it. "

"Only yours."

"Your tight wet cunt is only for me." He sneers.

"Yes George."

"Samantha, look at me." He stops moving.  His voice is husky and his accent more pronounced, "I am the only one that can see you. Touch you. Taste you. Fuck you. Do you understand?"

"Only you, yes, George."

His thumb circles my hard clit as pleasure surges through my body. "Come undone for me Sami." I feel his cock swell as my orgasm crashes over me. "Fuck, oh fuck." he groans as his ropes of hot cum coat my throbbing walls. He milks himself dry and collapses on me. Our breathing steadies and he unties my wrists and rubs them sweetly. He pulls me to his chest, covering us with the duvet. I snuggle against his warm skin.  We drift off to blissful night's sleep.

The smell of coffee reaches my nose. Eyes still heavy with sleep, I feel George's warm, smooth lips on my bruised wrists. He gingerly dabs a cool, woodsy scented salve across my irritated skin. It stings a bit, I wince but don't pull away. "Rosemary?" I ask, inhaling deeply.

"Close.  It is Yarrow.  I make it from the plants in the garden. Crush it a bit, mix it with beeswax and pour it into these nifty little pots. Great for minor burns and scrapes." His boundless enthusiasm and studious explanation are irresistible.

 "Of course you do, Apothecary George." I finally open my eyes with a smile.

 He kisses my fingers, "Ah, you may laugh. But your skin will be healed much faster than using some synthetic product. Trust me."

I see both sides of my wrists are a bit inflamed but the ointment is soothing. "Do they hurt much? I was too rough. I am sorry, I should have looked after this last night."  The tender concern in his voice makes my heart skip a beat. He continues to lightly kiss the tips of my fingers, smiling widely.

"George, we weren't too rough. I enjoyed every minute of it." Giving him an arch look.

"You certainly seemed to." He smirks crookedly.  "Come on, slide over." He lifts the duvet cover and wiggles in next to me, his silk boxers riding up his wiry thighs. "Have your coffee before it gets cold." He hands me my cup.

"How is Dhani?"

"Saw him yesterday morning. He's sleeping a lot. The doctor says that is typical.  It will be a few weeks before he is back at school. We are quite relieved."

"I was thinking of hosting a small lunch next Sunday. Will it offend your sensibilities if I ask you help me cook?" He tilts his head to one side and grins.

"Not as long as you do the washing up." I peer over the rim of my cup at him.

Dhani will come if he is up to it. And Ravi and Astrid can't wait to meet you."

"Ravi and  Astrid?" My voice falters.

"Well, while I name dropping, Ringo and Barbara.  Klaus is in town too."

"George this seems like baptism by fire."

"Really? You give presentations to 5,000 shareholders and meeting my family is giving you pause?" He shakes his head in mock disbelief. 

"That's different. Those people just have listen to me. Not approve of me." I protest.

"Where is that famous Bennett confidence? I know, I'll invite old Clapper. Then you will be you be all business." He cracks himself up. I give him an icy glare, which only causes him laugh harder.