Dominant Desires

SAMPLE - Chapter Six

THERE'S A LONG SILENCE BETWEEN US. Jaxon pulls over to the gate of a private airport, where a man in business attire stands formally. After a few seconds, and a courteous nod, the gate opens. We come to a stop near a runway, and instantly, I am struck with awe. 

Edwards Enterprises is printed across the large, black jet.

This is surreal.

He opens his door. "Stay here."

Stepping out into the warm air to get a better view, I gaze at the jet in amazement.

"Did I not make myself clear?" he growls, forcefully shutting my door.

"I can open it myself, thanks."

A man strides towards us. "Good afternoon, Mr. Edwards. How are you?"

"Peachy," he mutters, glaring at me.

"Can I be of any help with gathering her belongings, Sir?"

"No, that's okay," I reply. "But thank you for the offer—"

"That would be great, Ronald," Jaxon speaks over me.

Holding out his hand, he stares at me with intense eyes. That dull ache returns between my legs. I've never been more aroused in my life.

My heart hammers the moment we step inside. It's beautiful, and beyond elegant. I am mesmerized.

Mr. Edwards rests his hand against the small of my back, directing me towards what appears to be the living area. Taking in my new surroundings, I am in a trance, envious. When suddenly, I hear an unfamiliar voice from behind us.

"Mr. Edwards, it's nice to see you again." Her words slip out in a purr, as she slightly leans forward to enhance her perky breasts, and pretty, blue eyes. "When would you like to take off, Sir?"

"Within the next few minutes," he bleakly responds. "I'd like for you to meet my new business partner, Ms. Pierce. And Sasha, this is Sofia. She's our co-pilot." He looks forward, meeting her lustful gaze once more. "Please tell Roger I say hello."

She batters her eyelashes, blushing. "Certainly," she replies, stepping closer. "I will inform him that you'd like to depart within the next few minutes."

"Thank you, Sofia."

"Absolutely."

With that, she smiles, striding away as she sways her hips.

"Right this way," Mr. Edwards says, and I follow closely behind him.

Facing me, he gestures for me to sit in the black, leather seat beside the window. Doing as I'm instructed, I begin to make myself comfortable, and he fastens the seat-belt for me.

"Question," I carefully say. "Do you mind?"

His eyes set on mine. "Not at all."

"Have you slept with her?" I nonchalantly ask, his eyebrow raising. "Your co-pilot?"

He smirks, amused. "Am I sensing jealousy?"

"Absolutely not."

"I don't have casual, sexual relations. Especially not with personnel."

My world begins to spin, confusion overtaking me. No casual sex relations? Surely, he wasn't being dishonest or exaggerating when he said he only lives by the BDSM lifestyle.

He sits beside me, and it's not long before we take off. Gripping the armrests, my body tenses. Little does he know, this is the first time I've ever been on an airplane.