Submission Specialist: A Bad Boy Romance (Still a Bad Boy Book 2) by Ada Scott

turned in that direction and felt my lip quivering, though I could still see nothing but blackness.
    I heard the curtains drawn shut, so nobody in the first class cabin could see what was going on, and a moment afterwards the seats-come-bed moved slightly under me as somebody knelt on it.  Eyes were on my body, lingering at the curves of my breasts, the hem of my skirt.  I could feel them.
    My heart was pounding in my chest, and I was about to speak when an arm wrapped around my head so that their hand covered my mouth while their other arm pulled at my hips, flattening me as their weight pressed down on top of me.  I squealed, but the sound was almost completely muffled.
    One of my arms was pinned down by a leg, the other trapped against what used to be the backs of our seats.  With all that weight on me, I was completely immobilized.
    I squirmed, but there was no chance of escape.  Hot breath puffed out on my neck, and then I heard somebody inhale my scent, perfume, excitement and fear, before that warm air hit me again.  A voice whispered in my ear.
    “I saw you in the airport.  Saw you get on the plane.  I knew straight away I was going to fuck you like the slut you are.”

Chapter 15
    Skylar
    “I’m gonna take my hand off your mouth.  If you scream you’ll regret it.”  His other hand grabbed my throat and squeezed it hard enough that the breath I was sucking in through my nose rasped noisily.  “Understand?”
    I nodded and the hand on my throat relaxed a bit.  A couple seconds later, his palm slipped off my mouth and I panted for air, desperate for oxygen to satisfy my thundering heart.
    “You got anything you need to say to me?” the voice asked.
    If I said Kimura, this would stop, right?  The man on top of me had to be Austin.  Who else was so big and strong, so used to physical control, that struggling against him was as useless as my efforts had been?
    His voice never went above a whisper, making it impossible for me to positively identify it, but if this wasn’t Austin, and he saw me get on the plane, then he saw Austin too… and he’d have to be the dumbest person in the world to be doing what he was doing.  It must have been Austin.
    He was really convincing though.  It was scary… the sense of danger was utterly thrilling.
    Smack!
    My cheek stung a little at the attention-grabbing slap and I whimpered quietly.
    “I said , do you have anything you need to say to me?”
    I shook my head no.  That hand caressed my face softly for a second and then…
    Smack!
    “That’s right.” His fingertips trailed down my neck and then squeezed each of my breasts in turn, hard .  “You might fool everybody else with your innocent fucking face, but not me.  I saw this short skirt and these big tits and I knew you were a filthy whore waiting to happen.”
    The weight on top of me lessened for a second and he grabbed one of my arms, then raised it above my head and pinned it there.  When he was about to repeat the action on the other side, I took the opportunity to struggle and push against him.
    My assailant quickly regained control of my arm and shuffled forward so the bulk of his weight was on my chest, just under my breasts, and his knees were under my arms, limiting where I could move them.  I was under control again.
    “Oh no you don’t.  Feisty little fucktoy,” he muttered.
    With both arms pinned above my head, just the way Austin had done on our wedding night, I felt him reaching for something else up there with his other hand.  A moment later I felt one of the seatbelts being wrapped around my wrists.
    “Stop!” I whispered as loudly as I could, so as not to wake up the old lady in the other corner of the first class cabin or alert the hostess.
    “No chance.  Not until I’ve railed that pretty little face of yours.  Not until I’ve unloaded everything I’ve got into your pussy.  By the time I’m done with you, you’ll know you’re my tight little cum dumpster.”
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