Master smirked. “I think our pet is about to burst. Is there a question you’d like to ask, little one? That doesn’t pertain to where we’re going?”
I had a million and I wasn’t sure where to start. Figuring everything I wanted to know was related to where we were going and how long it would take to get there, I finally shook my head. “No, Master. I don’t have any questions.”
He chuckled, seemingly amused by me.
“Well, in that case…” Master reached for something on a table beside him.
I watched, noticing he was holding out a stack of papers. I instantly recognized them as the limits I’d originally listed for him.
“While you have a few minutes, you can review your limits, make sure there’re no changes. And for those you marked that you needed more information, you’ll see that I added notes.”
I glanced down at the papers, then back up at him and smiled. “Thank you, Master.”
He nodded, then leaned back in his chair and continued to watch me.
When the captain announced that we would be taking off, I leaned back against the leather seat and peeked out the window. I’d been in first class before, but this… There was nothing compared to the extravagance of being on a private jet.
And I had the feeling there would be nothing compared to all that would happen on this private jet once we were at cruising altitude.
•
I was on the last page of the limits, having gone through them twice since takeoff because I wanted to review all those that Master had elaborated on and make the correct selection for me. Considering I was looking at this list through submissive eyes this time, I felt as though my answers were slightly different. Plus, with Master’s detailed descriptions—some far more detailed than even I cared to know—I had a better understanding of what I was looking at.
I felt as though I’d grown a little where this lifestyle was concerned. I had learned a lot in the previous weeks I’d spent with them, experienced some, and I felt it was appropriate to consider that as I was reviewing my answers. As I was scanning the last line—which pertained to watersports (still a definite hard limit for me)—a large hand appeared.
“I think you need to take a break.”
I looked up, taking a second to realize that Sir was the one standing before me. He had removed his glasses, which was my go-to determining factor. However, I had realized not too long ago that Sir had a small scar on his left eyebrow, which made it easier to determine who was who.
He placed the papers on the table, then took a seat in the chair beside Master again.
“Are you doing all right?” Master asked.
My smile ratcheted up a notch. “Perfectly well.”
Master smiled in return and I could see he was pleased by my answer.
“We didn’t even ask if you had an aversion to airplanes.”
I shook my head. “Not at all. This is the first time I’ve been on a private plane.”
“You like it?”
I giggled. “I love it.”
“Still need something to do with your hands?”
I grinned even more. “I wouldn’t be opposed to it.”
Master glanced at Sir, then gave a slight nod.
“Stand up, pet,” Sir instructed.
I unbuckled my seat belt and got to my feet.
Master pointed to the floor between them. “Remove your sweater, then kneel.”
With their full attention on me, I removed my sweater, loving the heat that consumed me as their eyes grazed my bare chest. No matter how I felt about my body, they had the power to overrule any body image issues with their heated stares alone. They made me feel beautiful, sexy.
Once I was topless, I knelt on the floor between their legs, resting my butt on my heels while my skirt covered my bottom half.
“Move a little closer,” Sir said, his tone slightly raspier than before.
I inched forward, close enough that my breast came into contact with the hand Sir was holding out. He caressed my left breast, cupping it, squeezing gently while Master did the same with the right.
“You have beautiful tits,” Sir said, continuing to stroke my nipple with his thumb. Their combined touch scorched me, my nipples hardening into painful points as they teased my flesh.
Master’s hand retreated first, then Sir’s.
“I want you to cup your breasts,” Master instructed.
I did as he commanded, curling my hands around my small breasts while I watched them both intently, awaiting further instruction.
“Squeeze lightly,” Master continued, “then pinch your nipples between two fingers and tug.”
While I watched them, I did as Master requested. Normally, my breasts weren’t that sensitive. However, as with other parts of my body, they were overly sensitive just from being instructed, from having them watch as I followed their orders to the letter. Admittedly, it was a unique feeling, not something I’d ever thought about. The idea of someone being in complete control of my pleasure and theirs left me aching for more.
