𝚮𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 | 18+

75 || MILE-HIGH CLUB

𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕖 – 𝕞𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕣
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE | MILE-HIGH CLUB
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪

"Fuck, Sophia... That feels so fucking good," a shaky sigh left Storm's lips, followed by a soft moan and then another as she kept going, making him melt into her heavenly touch. It was like she had heaven on her fingers and she was expelling it all out for him to feel.

"There?"

"Yes," he moaned once more, his teeth sinking into his lower lip. "Right there, baby."

Sophia chuckled as though listening to him moaning from her simple touches hadn't made her soaking wet. But how couldn't she be when his washing board abs repeatedly teased her sex with every movement? Why couldn't he have a flat stomach like all the other guys in the Bratva?

"It can't be that good."

Storm moaned loudly before groaning. It nearly sounded like he'd cum right then and there.

"You're being dramatic," Sophia laughed. "Stop it."

"I swear it. Who did you practice on? Who the fuck do I need to kill?" Storm's stormy grey eyes snapped open and locked with Sophia's teasing ones.

"No one. I..." Sophia hesitated. "Prior to this trip I watched some videos because I knew—" she cut her words short and quickly corrected herself. "I know you get headaches on planes."

And as usual her attentiveness, thoughtful and sweet nature towards him caught Storm off guard. He hadn't even noticed the warmth emitting from his cheeks until Sophia's eyes strayed from his. With a scoff, Storm turned his head. "Are you gonna continue staring?"

She smiled. "Is your headache gone?"

He hummed and nodded faintly. He almost forced her back on top of him when he felt her pull away and sit beside him. Despite only being an inch away from her, he already craved her skin on top of his; he already missed her.

"Pants off."

Huh?

"Take your pants off."

His flush brightened. When did she become so bold and confident? Storm did as told, standing up and taking off his slacks, leaving him in his tight black boxers. He awaited her next command, wanting to see what plans she had for the two.

She suddenly picked up his belt from the floor. "I wanna try something new."

Storm raised an eyebrow.

"Give me your wrists."

Ahh, bondage. Hmm. He'd never been bound by a woman before but quickly found himself interested in the prospect of Sophia being that woman to do it. "What's my safe word then?"

Sophia couldn't help but chuckle as she gestured for him to turn around, gathering his wrists behind his back and tying them together with skittish movements. "Do you truly need one?"

"No."

"But you want one," Sophia smiled and gestured for him to turn back around so she could look him in the eyes. She could tell by his voice. "What should your safe word be then?"

"Sapphire," Storm decided without a moment of hesitation. "It's going to be sapphire." Not that he'd ever use it.

Sophia flushed, shyly looking away. "I'm not gonna ask why."

Storm chuckled. "Then don't."

She stood and made a gesture for him to move further up the bed, causing Storm to roll his eyes but do as she said, nonetheless. All his complaints died in his throat as soon as Sophia started unbuttoning his loose dress shirt from her form, teasing him with her slow movements. He must've died and come back alive when the dress shirt fell off her form. He felt like a new man and her religious devotee.