Chapter 67

Reclined in the jet’s plush leather seat and gazing at fluffy clouds zipping beneath us, I couldn’t slow my pulse. Across from me, Mandy stared out her window. The flower-print dress, short enough to display most of her tanned thighs, was also low-cut. A sparkly red fingernail was tracing the faint paleness of her collar-less neck.

Since I’d dragged the brunette back to her husband, she’d been quiet. Once more, I cleared my throat, but then sighed. No point in asking her again.

“Sad about leaving,” is all she’d replied each time I’d inquired about her silence. But the lingering shadows behind her eyes said it was something else. Like with Charles, she’d tell me when the timing was right. And not one second before.

Perhaps I’d been too much. But, similar to Cinder, yet different, that hazel-eyed beauty had ignited a long dead flicker within me. After Mandy had slid from her glossy face, struggling for air, and shaking, both had gasped when my aching cock plunged into the brunette. But even as Mandy started to grin, I had yanked the woman from the bed.

No command needed; it was a replay of our time in the orgy pit. Eyes flashing in the sunlight, she’d slapped her arms and legs around me.

As I’d strolled onto the veranda, she’d flown up and down. Despite her ceaseless cries, her husband never appeared. Once she’d exhausted herself, crumpling to me and panting, I took over. Until, with my empty cock tugging from her battered slit with a lengthy slurp, I’d dropped her once again to the mattress.

“No, it wasn’t that,” I whispered while glancing at Mandy, still fixed on the distant clouds.

Oh, the imp’s eyes had been wide—what she’d just witnessed was beyond primal—but she’d been grinning.

Perhaps it was the quiet words as I stood over the splayed brunette, squeezing the last of my cum over her oozing seam. Each soft spatter had air hissing from her lips as her shaky fingers roamed her tits. With my other hand, I skimmed a shaking thigh.

“Nice fuck.” I grinned at her, then tracked a white dribble pulsing from the still-closing slit. “Gonna take you back to your hubby.” I sighed while glancing beyond the open doors before returning to her. “Remember what I said. Find a proper master. Somebody who cares.”

“Like you?” A flicker erupted in those eyes.

“Well, yeah, I suppose,” I murmured with a quick peek at Mandy.

Eyelids closed, she was trembling and clawing at the covers. I chuckled; the brunette had done a number on her if she was still having aftershocks.

“So, will you?”

At the woman’s low voice and quiet gulp, I returned to her.

“Huh, what?” I cocked my head while releasing my shaft and moving my fingers to caress her other silken thigh.

“Be my master?” Before I could respond, words tumbled from her. “I know it’s sudden. And we don’t...” She shifted to glance at Mandy, whose eyes were open once more and locked on me. “I don’t know where you live. But I’m a rep for a drug company. Travel a lot. We’re global and I have a flexible schedule. Um, I could meet you anywhere.”

“I have Mandy.”

“That collar. Is she your slave?” She again twisted to find Mandy. “Can you have two? Is that allowed? I wouldn’t mind if you ... I could serve you both.”

Right then my lips parted, ready to say, “No.” But the word stuck in my throat.

“Talk things over with your husband,” left me instead in a neutral, distant voice as I strode to the table. “Do your research. Find a local bondage club. Here’s my phone number. Any questions, call me.”

After scribbling a note on the resort’s little pad, I yanked the flimsy chain from the pile of shabby leather. As I walked towards her, she sat upright and held out a hand.

“Please. My name’s—”

“Don’t care what your name is.” And before she could say more, I draped the chain around her neck.

Her lips snapped shut. No, it was no surprise at all that the leash—as flimsy as it was—acted like a light switch, shutting off her word-maker. However, even as she fell silent, those hazel eyes became lasers. Added to that was the stare from Mandy beyond her.

“Fuck,” I muttered as the jet banked and swooped downward, piercing much darker clouds.

My quick look at Mandy brought a sigh from me. She hadn’t moved. Only the lone fingernail glittering in the sunlight as it traced along her neck.

As I’d led the brunette from our room, not a word had left Mandy. Had it been that? Me rejecting the woman?

However, I had my reasons. Mandy was the primary one.

Yet, the hazel-eyed beauty was also special. Even if her dim husband didn’t recognize it. Oh, he’d leaped from the chair as soon as we’d appeared. But then stopped in his tracks when I fixed him with my gaze while lowering her to their bed.

“Thanks.” I’d flashed him a grin that had him trembling. “She’s an amazing little fucktoy.” I glanced down at her while heading from the room. “Remember what I said.”

“Yes—master,” she’d whispered as I stepped onto the veranda.

So, she was gone. Better educated. Once again, I could focus solely on Mandy.

But, of course, the gods were chortling.

“Jim, am I your slave?”

At Mandy’s quiet voice, I returned to the jet. As my heart stammered, blood rushed through my skull.

“What?”

“Or submissive? Whatever.” She gulped. “I wear a collar—”

“No. We’ve done some bondage, which you enjoy. Plus, sure, I can be a bit—”

“—dominating?” she murmured as the finger swept along her neck.

“Yeah, I guess.” I sighed. “But you’ve accomplished a lot of things on your own. Besides, it’s your limits we’re exploring. I’ve never forced you over one. You don’t crave control—”

“Maybe I do,” she whispered while pressing her hand around her throat. “And, uh, what about Cinder? Is she a slave? Your slave?”

“Um, well, yeah. Submissive for sure.”

“Why her and not me?”

“You saw the recordings. She needs—no, craves—a dominating presence. As soon as she realized I understood that, she was—”

“Yours?”

“Doubt she even has any limits,” I muttered, ignoring Mandy’s query, then sighed, remembering our last encounter.