Bound

Chapter 22 - The Castle

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Skylar

Geez, that was intense. After Dmitri stalked off, I quickly locked myself in the bathroom. He can smell me. Shit. I forgot about his super smell. I'm so embarrassed. When I came looking for him after he left so abruptly, I heard his heavy breathing and grunting when I stood outside the men's bathroom he retreated into.

I'm not so naïve that I can't tell what those sounds allude to. The thought of him jacking off in the bathroom created images in my mind and aroused me to the point that immobilized me. Listening to him finish himself off turned me on like never before. My panties were a mess. I can't remember when last I was this wet. And in public. Fuck, what was wrong with me. This is so embarrassing. I was so aroused I felt like I was going to explode. I remembered I had spare panties in my bag in case my period showed.

Unsure of how I would face Dmitri, I slowly open the door. Thank the pope, the staff on the plane were nowhere to be seen. Dmitri's orders, I assume. I head to my seat, relieved to see he isn't there. He must be further up somewhere. Hastily, I grab my toiletry bag and head back to the bathroom, changing my panties. While I'm at it, I decide to wash my face and brush my hair for good measure. More as a delay tactic, I admit, when I have finally done everything I can in this bathroom. I have to go out there sometime, I tell myself.

I head back to my seat, Dmitri still nowhere to be seen. As time goes on, I get more and more anxious as he still has not returned. There's no point in looking for him as he can't have gone far. I hope this isn't going to create something awkward between us. I know he was probably worked up by the air hostess. As uninterested as he appeared, he was still a man with needs, and maybe her attentions sparked something. This is the only thing I can think of. Looking at her walking towards me solidifies my reasoning as she is quite gorgeous. Long legs, nice smile, ample breasts, curvy in all the right places. And she seems nice, from the little interaction we have had.

"We will be landing shortly," she says, smiling before walking off towards the restricted section of the plane. I assume to settle in for the landing. The seatbelt light goes on, and I buckle up—still no Dmitri.

The next time I see him is outside the jet after landing. Once the air hostess informs me I can disembark, I grab my travel bag and head down the jet's stairs toward Dmitri.

He is standing by a car next to a much smaller built man, talking to him in Spanish. I am ignorant of what they say to each other as I know no other languages. Their gestures and stance indicate that they are arguing, and Dmitri is clearly unhappy with what the man says. He sees me and dismisses the man in front of him, who also appears to be our driver. He walks over to me and takes my hand luggage.

"Time to go," Dmitri says, opening the back door before gesturing for me to get in.

He avoids my gaze, and I wonder if I should bring up what happened earlier to clear the air. We're adults, not children. We should be able to talk these things out. I climb in, and he shuts the door, moving around to the other door before getting in next to me.

"Vamos," he says to the driver before we head off to god only knows where.

It dawns on me that this is probably a bad idea. I'm in another country with a man I don't know. I haven't let my aunt, uncle, or even Ben know where I am, something I will remedy as soon as we reach our destination. Hopefully, I am not murdered on the way, and the look on Dmitri's face as I side-glance him certainly looks murderous.