(18+) The Guest (Complete)

Ch. 32: Orange juice

As always, I felt nervous and stressed out when we arrived at the airport. And when we boarded Michael's jet, I felt so close to freaking out that I almost forgot what I was wearing. But Michael didn't. He used every opportunity he got to touch me; sneaked an arm around my waist, squeezed my behind or held my hand. And although it was kind of comforting, I still felt my heart pound like crazy in my chest. But at least I wasn't nauseous.

"Welcome on board, Ms. Martinez," the woman I recognized as Vivian said. She smiled kindly, but gave me a certain look.

"Please use the paperbag next time, and remain seated until the light comes off."

"Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry. I just can't think straight when I'm on a plane."

"Scared of flying, huh?" she said with a sympathetic nod.

"It'll get better over time. I was, too. And I'm still nervous when we hit some turbulence."

"Really? And you do it for a living?"

She giggled.

"Ironic, isn't it? Anyway. I'll bring you your strawberries in a little while."

"What?" I asked in confusion, but she just giggled knowingly.

"Cravings. Just be glad it's not worse. One of my friends was addicted to smelling gasoline."

"Gasoline?" I exclaimed wide-eyed. Then I almost snorted. I didn't have cravings?! Did I?

I didn't get to think much more about it, because Michael came up behind me and placed his hands on my hips. Then he followed suit on our way over to our seats, even though his jet had room enough to walk side by side. But when I was about to sit down on the same seat as last time, he held me put and stepped even closer.

"My dick is leaking," he murmured into my ear, before he spanked me and let me sit down. And I got so flustered that I didn't know what to do. Then, when he sat down next to me and placed his hand on my thigh, my whole body started to tingle and burn, while flashbacks from last plane trip gradually erased my nervous thoughts. And the smirk Michael had, revealed that he probably was thinking about the same. Then he leaned over without looking at me.

"Are you scared yet?" he said lowly, using his deeper voice. But I wasn't sure what I was. I felt so many things at once that I wanted to scream. But of course, I didn't. Instead I shook my head and looked out of the window. We were still on the ground, but I could see the surroundings of buildings and planes slowly passing by.

"I'm so hard..."

My head whipped back to him and I stared at him with open mouth. But he just looked straight ahead like he hadn't said anything, and I cursed at myself for automatically looking at his crotch right after. Dammit!

"Is it airy down there?" he asked shortly after, and I shifted awkwardly in my seat and blushed.

"Please, Michael. Don't."

"I love it when you beg, Ana," he whispered, leaning so close that his lips were touching my ear. And a shiver ran down my spine, both because of the effect he had on me, and because I heard the roar from the motor. We were about to take off.

"I want us to become a member of the mile high club," was the last thing I heard before we got pushed back in our seats, as the jet started to climb up through the air. And I didn't realize that my eyes were squeezed shut before I felt Michael's hand starting to wander up under my skirt, between my thighs.

"Are you scared yet?" he repeated, but I just gasped and grabbed his wrist.

"No. I-I mean... Vivian can see it! Please stop."