the steward to depart then scooted to my left, away from Stark.
His hand came down on my thigh, the soft dig of his strong fingers silently directing my return. The instant I complied, he removed his hand and resumed studying the papers he had pulled from his briefcase.
I rolled my eyes, the gesture unnoticed. Stark didn't actually want me next to him, he just wanted to make me uncomfortable. His entire plan started with the delivery of the clothes yesterday and their examination just a few seconds before. He intended me to twist internally at the end of a very long rope of my own making as he continued to ignore me for the duration of the flight.
Fine. I had passed a long night without sleep. He could play his game. I would nap.
Or at least try.
With my eyes shut, I heard papers shuffling in Stark's hands, the sound of coffee beans grinding and the jet's engines as the pilot prepared to taxi. The steward returned with the water and espresso, the plane beginning to move.
Finding Stark absorbed in his papers, the steward smiled brightly at me. "We're third for take off. Will there be anything else before we're in air?"
Stark answered with a distracted no . I shook my head, unnerved by the certainty that the young man would disappear for the next twenty minutes or more, leaving me alone with the ruthless enigma beside me.
At least he couldn't try anything until we reached our flight altitude!
Sipping my water to keep the glass from shaking, I watched the steward go. As soon as the cabin door closed, Stark removed the glass from my hand and placed it in the cup holder on the shelf built into the back of the couch.
"Remove your panties."
My breathing stopped, the blood thickening inside my veins. I looked at the door the steward had just left through.
"The crew follows a strict protocol, Mia. As do you."
I rolled my lips, trying to work up the will to protest. I wasn't ready to outmaneuver him. Granted, I might never be ready to accomplish such a task, but a few extra minutes or hours of stalling would be a cooling balm to my fractured will.
"I only give orders I have fully thought out." Collin dropped the papers onto the cushion next to him. "Disobedience is the only luxury I won't give you. Remove the panties, now."
Lungs restarted, my chest began to quickly lift and fall as fresh panic pumped inside me. His hand moved toward my knee and I hurried to obey. I did not want him tearing the panties from me as he had that first time in his office. I might not get a fresh pair before we had to clear customs.
Gripping the sides, I started to push the panties down my hips. Feeling the bottom panel of material stick to my wet flesh, I blushed. Even his brusque indifference wasn't enough to temper my arousal. Closing my eyes, I pushed the fabric over my knees and down my calves, blindly lifting my legs.
I wondered what to do with them. I couldn't leave them out on display and my bags had been removed from the cabin.
"Hand them to me."
Without opening my eyes, I held the cloth in his direction.
"Observe." He took the underwear from me, his one-word command requiring that I watch.
I looked at him unfold the fabric and brush a thumb across the sodden patch, the liquid thin and transparent. Refolding the material, he put the panties in the interior pocket of his business jacket.
"Lift your skirt."
I did.
"Higher. You know what I want to see."
Shutting my eyes again, I raised the skirt all the way up, the fabric bunched against the bottom swell of my rounded stomach.
"Spread your legs."
I parted my thighs, my perineum drawing tight in an attempt to shelter my exposed pussy.
"Since you insist on hiding, you will describe what you see."
That was asking too much -- the command was humiliating.
"Collin..."
"Are my fingers in you?" The cold steel of his voice sank like hooks in my chest.
My breathing hitched and I answered. "No, Mister Stark, they are not."
Opening my eyes, I looked between my spread thighs and
His hand came down on my thigh, the soft dig of his strong fingers silently directing my return. The instant I complied, he removed his hand and resumed studying the papers he had pulled from his briefcase.
I rolled my eyes, the gesture unnoticed. Stark didn't actually want me next to him, he just wanted to make me uncomfortable. His entire plan started with the delivery of the clothes yesterday and their examination just a few seconds before. He intended me to twist internally at the end of a very long rope of my own making as he continued to ignore me for the duration of the flight.
Fine. I had passed a long night without sleep. He could play his game. I would nap.
Or at least try.
With my eyes shut, I heard papers shuffling in Stark's hands, the sound of coffee beans grinding and the jet's engines as the pilot prepared to taxi. The steward returned with the water and espresso, the plane beginning to move.
Finding Stark absorbed in his papers, the steward smiled brightly at me. "We're third for take off. Will there be anything else before we're in air?"
Stark answered with a distracted no . I shook my head, unnerved by the certainty that the young man would disappear for the next twenty minutes or more, leaving me alone with the ruthless enigma beside me.
At least he couldn't try anything until we reached our flight altitude!
Sipping my water to keep the glass from shaking, I watched the steward go. As soon as the cabin door closed, Stark removed the glass from my hand and placed it in the cup holder on the shelf built into the back of the couch.
"Remove your panties."
My breathing stopped, the blood thickening inside my veins. I looked at the door the steward had just left through.
"The crew follows a strict protocol, Mia. As do you."
I rolled my lips, trying to work up the will to protest. I wasn't ready to outmaneuver him. Granted, I might never be ready to accomplish such a task, but a few extra minutes or hours of stalling would be a cooling balm to my fractured will.
"I only give orders I have fully thought out." Collin dropped the papers onto the cushion next to him. "Disobedience is the only luxury I won't give you. Remove the panties, now."
Lungs restarted, my chest began to quickly lift and fall as fresh panic pumped inside me. His hand moved toward my knee and I hurried to obey. I did not want him tearing the panties from me as he had that first time in his office. I might not get a fresh pair before we had to clear customs.
Gripping the sides, I started to push the panties down my hips. Feeling the bottom panel of material stick to my wet flesh, I blushed. Even his brusque indifference wasn't enough to temper my arousal. Closing my eyes, I pushed the fabric over my knees and down my calves, blindly lifting my legs.
I wondered what to do with them. I couldn't leave them out on display and my bags had been removed from the cabin.
"Hand them to me."
Without opening my eyes, I held the cloth in his direction.
"Observe." He took the underwear from me, his one-word command requiring that I watch.
I looked at him unfold the fabric and brush a thumb across the sodden patch, the liquid thin and transparent. Refolding the material, he put the panties in the interior pocket of his business jacket.
"Lift your skirt."
I did.
"Higher. You know what I want to see."
Shutting my eyes again, I raised the skirt all the way up, the fabric bunched against the bottom swell of my rounded stomach.
"Spread your legs."
I parted my thighs, my perineum drawing tight in an attempt to shelter my exposed pussy.
"Since you insist on hiding, you will describe what you see."
That was asking too much -- the command was humiliating.
"Collin..."
"Are my fingers in you?" The cold steel of his voice sank like hooks in my chest.
My breathing hitched and I answered. "No, Mister Stark, they are not."
Opening my eyes, I looked between my spread thighs and
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