The soft rumble of turbulence shook Victoria from her restful nap.
She opened her eyes slowly, as her eyelids seemed determined
not to move from their resting position. Another shockwave shook the plane and she felt her body tossed around in her seat.
“Malcolm?” she asked groggily. She looked around, trying to find him, but the cabin appeared empty.
“Yes, my treasure?” Malcolm replied in a soothing voice, stepping out from a rotating seat behind her. He reached his hand gently to touch her shoulder, his fingers kneading at the muscles.
After a good night’s sleep and the assurance that her freedom had been returned, she felt much more comfortable around Malcolm. She leaned into his touch, rubbing her cheek against his arm. “Where are we?” she asked contentedly.
“Flying over Brazilian airspace now,” he said as he continued to massage her shoulder. “We still have a few hours before we touch down for our second refueling.”
Victoria pressed her thumb into the button on the side of her seat, releasing the lock and sitting up to allow the back to return to an upright position. “Wow-how long was I asleep?” she asked in surprise. “The last thing I remember is being rushed off to your private jet after a small nap.” He chuckled lightly and brushed his fingers across her neck. “At least five hours; I’m glad you found the seats comfortable.”
“These things are nicer than my bed,” she grumbled. “I guess there are benefits to hanging out with a billionaire.”
“If you think this is special, you should experience the seats of my private theater. I’ve fallen asleep watching Jurassic Park many times.” He took a seat next to her, leaned over and planted gentle kisses on the nape of her neck.
She giggled lightly as he spoke. “Jurassic Park was one of my favorite movies growing up. What’s your favorite dinosaur? Let me guess… the Velociraptor.”
He shook his head as he wrapped an arm around her. “Actually, no. It would have to be the mighty Tyrannosaurus Rex.”
“Ah, the king. That makes sense,” she teased, nuzzling into him.
“That, and they are one of the few to survive by evolving into modern birds,” he continued to explain. “They were the apex predators of their time, and managed to leave behind a legacy of greatness. Smart, fast, deadly, and above all… they took care of their children.”
She looked into his eyes for a long moment. It was fascinating to listen to him speak; she felt she could question him incessantly and just listen to him for days on end. He was so passionate about everything, even something as silly as a favorite dinosaur. “You never stop surprising me, Malcolm,” she said softly. “I like you a whole lot more when you aren’t forcing me to do something.”
“I like me a whole lot more as well, Victoria,” he said with a small smile on his lips.
“You’re going to have to explain why you did it in more detail, soon,” she said seriously. “I won’t harass you for now, but if you don’t tell me, I will figure it out on my own.”
He nodded softly as he pulled her into his chest. “I know, Victoria. For now, let’s focus on what is in front of us. A dangerous jungle that may or may not be filled with enemies, and the answer to our questions.”
She snuggled into his chest, putting her hand on his cheek. He was right, though that irritated her. She wasn’t one to just put aside her curiosity, but as long as Malcolm explained himself, she would be willing to hear him out. “I hate being so weak, Malcolm.”
“What do you mean?” he asked with a raised brow.
She clung to his shirt tightly, trying to phrase herself properly. “You have this strange effect on me. When it comes to you, I’m not as strong as I normally am.” It was the best way she could explain herself, though it didn’t clarify exactly how she felt. “I mean, I did some of my best work this week under your ridiculous rules. So, professionally, we worked well together. I tried to pretend that you were just giving me a harsh deadline,” she reasoned as she lay against him. “But emotionally, you make me weak. I never let anyone walk all over me like you just did. I don’t think we can see each other again after this trip.” It pained her to say this, but she couldn’t keep putting her heart at risk.
“Thank you for being honest with me,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair. “I appreciate that more than you know.” His hands clung to her body tightly as he spoke, as if he was struggling with his thoughts. “I wish that my ex-wife had been as honest with me. She never even told me that Brantford was feeding her lies. I suppose she ignored them at first, but she never told me how she felt. I thought things were okay. I thought we were happy.”
She could feel his hurt radiating through his touch. She sat up from her seat and gazed upon his anguished face. “Malcolm, I’m so sorry.”
He waved her off and shook his head. “It’s not your fault, Victoria. It’s mine.”
She felt anger flush through her face. She could see the self-loathing locked inside Malcolm, and didn’t understand why it was there. “Don’t say that, champ. It’s not your fault your brother-in-law spun lies about you. It’s not your fault that Elizabeth believed them.”
“It is,” he said quickly, his eyes snapping up to look at her. “I wasn’t around very much as a husband or father. I was always working. I’d come home after she was asleep, and leave before she woke up. Things were so hard back then, and I thought she understood. I didn’t see the signs of her loneliness and resentment.”
“She sounds like a spoiled brat,” Victoria commented thoughtfully. “Didn’t she have a job or hobbies of her own? She should have been more supportive of you and used the free time to pursue her own life instead of being so demanding of your time. You shouldn’t take responsibility for her actions.”
Malcolm looked away. “I take responsibility for my own, Victoria.”
She rolled her eyes. “Go on then, and keep moping. I hear the brooding billionaire is attractive these days.”
He sent her a small smile. “If you think this is bad, you should have seen me after she faked her death and fled. I looked everywhere for her and came up with nothing. She took my Claire away from me,” he said sadly.
“And to make matters worse… it was a Thursday.”
“Why is the day important?” she asked with a slight cant to her head.
“Fridays were our special daddy-daughter bonding day. I used to take Claire to the drive-in theater, and we never missed a date-no matter how busy I was at work. It was the only family promise I ever managed to keep.” He turned to gaze out the plane window with a distant frown.
“That’s why you opened Club Luxe!” Victoria exclaimed as it all clicked inside her head. “You needed an escape on Friday nights… to make up for not having Claire in your life.”
“Yes,” Malcolm said in surprise, turning back to look at her. “Once I realized it was impossible to find her, I threw myself into work. For three years I practically lived in the office. Work was literally killing me, and I needed to step away. Taking a day off was impossible; my mind would just run rampant and I would think terrible thoughts. I was struggling with depression and my body was getting so sick that all the drugs in my company couldn’t make me better. The only solution I could find was to let it all go for a few hours in my deep, dark, underground kingdom.”
Victoria shifted in her seat so that she could place her leg over Malcolm’s lap, straddling him. “You don’t have to hide anymore, Malcolm. You’re a king and a king fights,” she said as she lay her palm against his cheek. She looked at him with determination for the moment, trying to communicate that she was on his side. However, she was distracted from his eyes when his hand snaked around her back and dragged her down against his growing bulge. She gasped as his erection pressed against her body through her blue denim jeans.
He looked at her fiercely as he slid his arms up her sides. “I’m not hiding, Victoria; I’m winning a war.” He craned his neck to press his lips against hers.
She could feel his aching need in that kiss. She could feel the fragility and strength of his heart, and she answered by kissing him back with equal intensity. She could feel her arousal growing as her clothes began sliding against her wetness as he moved beneath her. She desperately wanted to remove the fabric and feel him closer. “Good,” she said breathlessly as she broke the kiss. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly. “You’d better win.”
“With your help, I know I will,” he said softly. His hands roamed her back, pressing his fingers into her muscles to massage her gently. “I missed you quite a bit over this week.”
She smiled impishly down at him and leaned forward to press her lips against his neck. “I bet you did, champ.” She bit down into his neck softly and felt his flesh give way under the force of her jaw. His skin had a pleasant, clean taste. Jolts of electricity coursed through her as she ground her hips against him more roughly. “I missed you, too.”
He lifted her shirt, and she pulled away to allow him access. Her dark nipples were erect with her arousal and the cool air in the cabin tickled against her.
“We have some time before our second refueling. Almost enough to make up for not seeing you in a week,” Malcolm said with a sly grin on his face.
“You better not waste any time then,” she said with a light gasp as his lips wrapped around her hard nipple. Her hips moved on their own accord, grinding her sensitive mound against his growing cock. “But fair warning, Malcolm. Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me,” she said with a suggestive edge. “If you ever pull another stunt like this last one, I will personally cut your glorious cock off and have it molded into a dildo and shove it up your ass so you know how it feels.”
Malcolm chuckled deeply. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he said smoothly as his hands cupped her rear. His fingers squeezed the supple flesh, kneading it roughly. “But maybe I should remind you how it feels first.”
She grew increasingly wet with desire as his fingers worked their magic. His words caused a phantom throbbing inside her that demonstrated that her body did remember, far too well. “Maybe later, champ. Right now other parts are in need of attention.”
“Well, I can’t let them go unattended,” he said, smiling he leaned forward to take her nipple into his mouth again. His hand slipped under the waist band of her jeans and tugged at the button. It popped open, releasing its grip on her hips.
Moaning, Victoria lifted herself off Malcolm’s lap in order to allow him to guide her jeans down her legs. She felt her mound exposed as her panties were slipped down her hips. “The things you do to me, Malcolm,” she gasped out. Just feeling the tips of his fingers grazing across her skin sent her whole body ablaze.
“The feeling is mutual,” he said as he began to massage her thighs with his thumbs.
Her pussy was wet and pulsing with need. She leaned back to allow him better access to touch her. His thumbs explored her skin, brushing against her exposed nub. “Oh, that’s nice,” she groaned. “I love the way you touch me.”
“Good,” he said smoothly. “I love touching you. Your skin is like velvet under my fingertips. It’s electrifying.” He slipped his thumb into her quivering hole, his hand grinding against her clit as he fingered her.
His words caused her face to flush in embarrassment and his touch made her body tremble. It didn’t matter to her right now that he had acted like an enemy. There was no way that someone who wished to cause her real harm could touch her so lovingly. Every instinct she had told her to trust this man, and she gladly gave in.
She reached for his belt, her hands fumbling with the leather strap until she practically tore it off. She discarded it to the side and unzipped his black slacks, and tugged down his silk boxers, releasing his cock. She had nearly forgotten the size of his length and took a sharp intake of breath as her fingers wrapped around his shaft.
Tenderly, she pumped his sleek skin over the mushroom head of his cock and watched as fluid leaked from his member. She gathered it with her thumb and spread it around the head of his cock, using his natural lube to prepare him for her wanton folds. “Now I get to be on top,” she said in a lustful tone, breathing raggedly.
“For the moment.” Malcolm continued to finger her pussy with his thumb as he lifted his other hand to knead her breast. “Then I will flip you over the chair and pound your beautiful pussy into oblivion.”
“Mm,” she moaned at his words and touch. She loved the feel of his skin pressed against hers and the knuckle of his thumb stretching her quivering pussy. “You’d better.” Her lust was overcoming her senses and her mind was going blank. It was as if her entire body was a pleasure receptor, even the slight breeze in the cabin tickled her skin and sent waves of bliss coursing through her.
He removed his thumb from her glistening pussy, and lifted his hand to suck her juices from his skin. A moan escaped his lips as her wetness touched his tongue, and it sent shivers up her spine to watch him. She needed him, badly. For a week, the thought of being with him was driving her crazy. So mad with lust that she had to separate herself from him, because even after he had enslaved her, she still couldn’t keep her body under control.
Things could be so volatile between them; she didn’t know when they could be ripped apart next. She wanted to immortalize this intimate moment with Malcolm, to somehow sear it into her memory. She grinned mischievously as a method of doing so formed in her mind.
“Film us,” Victoria said huskily
“Pardon?” Malcolm asked in surprise.
“Surely you have a video camera around here somewhere. I want to capture this on film,” she said brazenly. “And I want you to fuck me later, while I watch it again.”
“Why not watch me fuck you in the moment?” Malcolm asked with a grin on his face. He reached for a remote hidden in a small compartment on the arm of his chair.
“Even better,” she said lustfully.
He pressed a button on the remote and several screens folded out from the ceiling of the plane. Another button was pressed and they showed security camera footage being recorded in real time. “This is supposed to be for business meetings conducted on the plane.”
“Well, we’re about to make a much better use of it,” she said as an impish smile formed on her lips.
“By all means,” he ushered her on, leaning back in his seat.
Watching her near naked form on the monitors nearly sent her over the edge with desire. She admired the way her breasts heaved as she breathed, and the droplets of sweat forming on her brow. She saw her own blissful smile as she aligned Malcolm’s cock with her entrance. She lowered herself onto his shaft, keeping her eyes glued to a monitor that was displaying his engorged head penetrating her folds.
The overwhelming sensation of both feeling and witnessing her body being invaded by Malcolm’s throbbing cock was too much for her to bear. She could already feel her orgasm beginning to build in her body, and rode him slowly to savor this moment. “God, Malcolm. This is too much,” she moaned loudly.
“I love how you feel, my treasure. Ride my cock. Watch yourself as you make love to me,” he gasped. His chest rose and fell rapidly with ragged breathes. His hands gripped her hips, guiding her to grind against him deeper. “Victoria, I want this to last forever.”