Captured by the Billionaire

Captured Part 2

As the plane began to ascend, I closed my eyes tightly. I couldn't manage to open them in case I'd see the world falling swiftly beneath us through the window.

Even though I couldn't watch his tender actions, Jake gently traced his thumbs across the sensitive skin at my inner wrists. The light touch to the vulnerable area allowed me to settle into a sense of peace and safety once again. I still didn't quite understand why I reacted this way when I should have felt disconcerted by his bold actions and casually intimate touch.

The gently reassuring contact helped ease my nerves as my stomach dropped with the plane's acceleration into the heavens. Once we leveled out, the captain announced over the intercom that it was safe to move about the cabin. I finally opened my eyes to find Jake watching me with what seemed to be his signature expression of arrogant amusement and dark hunger.

"Need more distracting?" he asked in that deep, sensual tone that rolled over my skin before sinking deeper into me to heat my core.

My pulse quickened under his fingers, and a predatory smile tugged at his lips. He spared a simple nod toward the hostess, and she disappeared discretely into the cockpit, giving us privacy.

"I know it's cliché," he continued, "but how would you like to become a member of the Mile High Club?"

I hesitated, the throbbing between my legs letting me know that I very much wanted that, but my ingrained sense of Southern decorum made it nearly impossible to verbally agree to my crass desires. His fingers trailed down my heated cheek, and I dropped my eyes in embarrassment.

"Jake..." I began breathily, a refusal teasing at the back of my tongue.

He pressed two fingers against my lips. "Quiet," he warned softly. "You don't want the staff hearing us, do you?"

It seemed my consent was a foregone conclusion. And truthfully, I was comforted that he'd taken the choice into his own hands, giving me what I secretly wanted without forcing me to admit the shameful desire aloud.

I shook my head weakly, indicating that I didn't want our impending erotic encounter to be overheard. The very idea made my blood heat with an odd mixture of embarrassment and a darker curiosity.

His fingers curved around the nape of my neck in a firm grip, applying pressure. I was abruptly pulled toward him so he could crush his ruthless lips against mine. I gasped in shock, and he took advantage of my parted lips, his tongue surging inside to tangle with mine. He claimed my mouth with rough, dominant strokes, exploring deeper until my head began to spin from lack of oxygen. It sent me spiraling higher, until I was drunk on his kiss. I melted against him as he squeezed my nape, exerting his control over my body with his powerful but careful touch.

His grip loosened when he finally released my lips, but his hand shifted to the front of my throat, grasping gently. He didn't apply pressure, but the primal show of dominance made something soften inside me. A heady sense of release rolled over me as my mind went quiet; I was utterly captivated by him, completely lost in his power over me. My vulnerable position made me sink into submission, my body instinctively giving over to a man whose strength exceeded my own. It was an animal reaction, deeply ingrained in my psyche. Rather than setting off alarm bells in my head, bliss rushed through me as I surrendered. My breath hitched and my pulse quickened. His pleased smirk let me know he could feel it racing beneath his fingers.

Something had shifted between us, and I was helplessly lost in his fiery blue stare.

His lips returned to mine, and my arms twined around his neck as he fucked my mouth with his tongue. I moaned as I sank deeper into the wild abandon of submission to his strength, his will. He growled into my mouth in lustful approval, the sound rumbling through me to vibrate all the way down to my core. My panties grew wet and my pussy fluttered, aching to be filled.