[REBECCA]
My pulse quickened as Artemy drew me onto his lap. I nibbled on my lower lip, sensing the warmth rising to my cheeks under his intense gaze. His eyes tracked my every move, their desire seemingly intensifying by the moment. He exuded an undeniable allure at that very instant.
Out of my peripheral vision, I caught Lynda’s beckoning gesture. “Looks like it’s time for our inaugural dance,” I murmured softly.
Artemy cradled me against his chest, rising from his seat in one fluid motion. He carried me to the dance floor’s center and gently placed me on my feet. I draped my arms around his neck, drawing myself closer to him.
His hands found my hips as the music started, and we began our dance. The rhythm was slow, a perfect match for the ambiance. He twirled me gracefully and then pulled me back into his embrace.
We moved in harmony, our dance gradually attracting others to join us. Resting my head on Artemy’s shoulder, I surrendered to his lead.
The moment felt almost surreal, a pinnacle of perfection that brought tears to my eyes. Our dance continued, an unspoken agreement that neither of us wanted to relinquish.
As my feet began to protest, begging for respite, I finally stepped back. The sun was descending, casting the sky in a soothing, warm orange hue.
From my peripheral view, I observed Camilla engaged in a dance with an unfamiliar man.
Lynda emitted a disapproving sound beside me. “What’s that girl thinking?”
I refrained from responding, my attention still on Camilla who seemed to be dancing provocatively close. Oh dear.
Her arms looped around the man’s neck, their laughter mingling, and the man relishing her proximity.
Lynda chuckled. “She’s playing with fire.”
My gaze flicked toward Avim.
Not a good sign. Not at all.
His demeanor hinted at an impending storm, a tempest on the horizon.
When Camilla’s eyes shifted to Avim, my apprehension heightened. She danced on, maintaining eye contact as she sensually moved her body against the man.
“Um…” I began, my voice a mere whisper.
“She’s pushing her luck,” Lynda interjected before I could utter more. “But honestly, I’m kind of enjoying this.”
Avim finally snapped, and I winced.
With determined steps, he advanced towards the dancing pair, seizing the man’s collar with force, nearly lifting him off his feet. He forcefully pushed the man away, causing him to stumble.
Oh my.
Avim’s hands gripped Camilla’s hips, pulling her tightly against him. He leaned down, whispering something into her ear, his countenance a blend of harshness and fury.
He moved his hips against hers before spinning her around. The dance was far from gentle; it carried an air of anger and sensuality.
Even I felt a blush rise to my cheeks at the sight.
Camilla laughed, seemingly unphased by Avim’s anger. She broke away from him, not without giving him an intimate touch between his legs.
She winked and sauntered off.
Avim stood rooted for a moment before trailing after her.
“Is she going to be alright?” I asked, my concern evident.
Lynda chuckled. “Honey, she’s more than alright. She’s just not going to be walking comfortably for a while.”
As realization dawned upon me, my eyes widened, and I concealed my grin behind my hand.
Could this day possibly get any better? I doubted it.
***
As I settled into my seat on the luxurious private jet, my gaze shifted curiously towards Artemy. It was evident that the plane belonged to him, yet I couldn’t help but wonder about the change in transportation mode.
“It was a road trip last time,” I remarked thoughtfully.
Artemy nodded in acknowledgment. “I had a few stops to make during that journey. However, this time, we have a direct flight. The jet’s speed will have us there in approximately three hours.”
Grasping the rationale, I settled back into the plush couch, finding Artemy taking the seat in front of me an unexpected arrangement. He casually adjusted his posture, extending his legs forward and inadvertently enclosing mine in the process.
As the jet initiated its ascent, a blanket of silence enveloped us. My attention drifted towards the small window, fixating on the unfolding landscape outside. Sensing Artemy’s gaze upon me, I became aware of its intensity, almost as if it was etching into my skin.
The quiet interlude continued for a few moments until I swallowed uneasily and redirected my attention to Artemy. His eyes bore a fervent and almost primal desire. A warmth spread through my skin, my heartbeat quickening under his unwavering scrutiny.
Struggling with both anticipation and anxiety, I nervously toyed with the hem of my dress, while Artemy seemed completely at ease. His presence exuded an air of authority, and he reclined with a self-assured grin on his lips.
In that moment, he emitted an aura of dominance, sparking an energy that was palpable. His posture implied an unspoken command that held me captive. Our dynamic played out like a predator sizing up its prey, the intensity of his gaze instigating sensations I couldn’t ignore.
Though reluctant to admit it, I found myself responding physically a disconcerting yet undeniable reaction to his compelling stare. Attempting to quell the sensations stirring within me, I discreetly pressed my legs together, attempting to suppress the growing tingling between them.
His smirk seemed to acknowledge the sway he held over me, as if he could read my body’s unspoken responses. This realization made my discomfort even more pronounced.
“Raise your dress,” he instructed, his demand catching me off guard.
My lips parted in astonishment before quickly closing. I shook my head, a mixture of disbelief and apprehension surging through me.
“Artemy,” I whispered urgently, casting a fleeting glance at the door that separated us from the plane’s crew. “Someone might…”
He tilted his head expectantly, waiting for me to complete my thought. When I faltered, he reached for the nearby phone, dialing a number and lifting the receiver to his ear. Throughout this, his gaze remained fixed on mine.
With a low, husky voice, he conversed on the phone. “I request that no one enter the cabin until I explicitly give the signal.”
Listening intently, his lips curled into a dangerously confident smile. “Oh, I assure you, this flight will be quite… enjoyable.”
I watched, wide-eyed, as he terminated the call. Did he just say that?
“Now, will you comply and reveal yourself to me, Rebecca?” he inquired once again, a challenging eyebrow raised.
I gasped, my heart racing in my chest.
“Or shall I assist you, my kitten?” he added, his tone suggestive.
Shaking my head, I clutched the edge of my lace dress, torn between hesitation and his commanding presence.
“Kitten,” he warned, leaning in closer.
With trembling hands, I gradually lifted the fabric, exposing my thighs and then my hips.
My breathing escalated, heart pounding in my ears.
“Does the knowledge of what’s to come make you ache with desire?” he queried, his gaze unwavering on my face.
A nervous swallow accompanied a soft, involuntary sound that escaped my throat a mix of a whimper and a sigh.
Finally, his eyes descended, tracing over my neck, chest, and eventually settling between my legs. I retained a semblance of modesty with my lace underwear still in place.
He clicked his tongue, shaking his head slightly. “Remove your panties, Rebecca. I want to witness your arousal.”
His words held a rough, alluring edge.
I found myself utterly incapable of refusing him. His words possessed a magnetic power that pushed me beyond my limits. Slowly, I lowered my panties down my legs, yielding to his unspoken desires.
Artemy extended his hand, and I surrendered the panties to him. He tucked them away in his pocket, and my eyes widened in a mix of anticipation and surprise.
“Part your legs, my little kitten,” his command resonated through the air.
I complied without protest, my legs spreading obediently. “Look at yourself… your desire is evident. I can see your arousal from here,” his words made me shiver.
“Artemy,” I moaned, attempting to squeeze my legs together.
He thwarted my effort, inserting his legs between mine, compelling my thighs apart.
“Observe yourself,” his tone was a demand.
My gaze dropped, and I nervously licked my lips, trying to steady my breath.
“Exquisite,” he uttered gruffly. “So incredibly exquisite.”
“I want you to place one foot over the armrest,” his instruction was unwavering.
I straightened up, my eyes darting towards the door. “I won’t repeat myself, kitten. Your legs won’t be concealed. Not until I decree otherwise.”
I nodded hesitantly, feeling the heat rush to my cheeks. There was no denying my flushed appearance.
Artemy was no stranger to dominance in our intimate moments, but this was an entirely different level.
With my eyes clenched shut, I could feel moisture pooling between my thighs. My chest tightened as I elevated my leg, resting my foot on the armrest.
I stood there, utterly exposed to his lustful gaze.
“Unveil your eyes. Look at me, my kitten,” his command jolted my eyelids open, meeting his intense stare. He stood with arms crossed, watching me intently.
Glancing downwards at his lap, I observed his erect form straining against his zipper, seemingly eager to break free. Discomfort was etched on his expression.
Artemy waited until our eyes reconnected before he lowered his gaze between my legs. A deep, primal sound escaped him as he beheld the sight, his pleasure resonating within my core.
“I won’t touch you, kitten. You will pleasure yourself with your fingers while I watch,” his words sent my heart racing, my mouth agape in astonishment.
“Taken aback, my kitten?” he inquired, raising an eyebrow.
My breath quickened, and I was certain my visage reflected pure and unadulterated desire. Artemy was expertly stoking the fires of my need.
“Come on, my kitten. Tease yourself. Imagine my fingers caressing you,” he urged with a seductive tone.