𝑆𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ & 𝑅𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑢𝑒

10

𝑂𝑛𝑖𝑘𝑎

Handing my bags over to the flight attendant, I climbed up the steps and walked into the private jet Beyoncé was borrowing for our trip.

Excited was an understatement for the way I felt. No one has ever gone out of their way to do something like this for me. The idea alone was romantic, I mean shit, it's Bora Bora. I took a look over that brochure and circled all the things I wanted to do over the three days we'd be there.

Bey was talking with the pilot to make sure our trip was set so I settled in one of the seats. A flight attendant came up to me and handed me the menu. "We start serving drinks and food after we reach the proper altitude. I'll come by later with everything if you want something to eat." She spoke sweetly.

I smiled. "Thank you so much."

"Of course, enjoy your flight." I watched her leave and saw Beyoncé pass her to get to me. She claimed the seat in front of me and pulled my feet into her lap. "This finna be a long ass flight, so we won't reach till tomorrow afternoon most likely. What you wanna do while we're there?"

I smiled, handing her the brochure. She opened it up and scanned the events. "Why'd you circle the couples massage? I can give you one for free, lil mama. All you gotta do is ask." She chuckled. I rolled my eyes.

"We both know what that 'massage' is going to lead to." I eyed her. Them massages be getting people pregnant. I'm not tryna be one of those people.

"C'mon princess," she took my slides off my feet and massaged them. I leaned back in the chair and sighed. "See, relaxing right?"

Her hands slowly and gently moved up my legs, massaging my calves and then eventually my thighs. "Bey.." I suppressed the moan I was holding in, pushing her back with the tips of my toes. "You can wait fourteen hours. I'm not fucking you on a plane."

She smirked, "but you wouldn't be fucking me. I'd be fucking you. There's a bedroom in the back, you don't wanna fuck in the sky?" She pulled me closer until I somehow ended up in her lap. "No one can hear you scream." She tried holding in her laugh as I glared down at her.

"You just can't stop, can you?" I inquired. She's so damn freaky.

"Nope, never. If I don't at least get a taste of you, I might die. You know I'm obsessed with you, princess. Don't hold out on me." She responded quietly with her face resting in the corner of my neck. She kissed along the exposed skin, sucking and licking until I was sure red marks were showing. I pushed her off and went to sit right back in my seat. "You not 'bout to get me."

"Damn, and I thought my manipulation techniques would work." She sarcastically shook her head in disappointment before laughing and putting my feet back in her lap.

We took off a little while after, the flight attendant came back over to us when we were at the right height and took our orders. The plane ride was going smoothly so far but the way Beyoncé was looking at me, desperately I was trying to ignore the way her lustful eyes were making me feel.