Billionaire's Wondrous Flight to Paradise (A BDSM Erotica Story) Read Free

ever, messed with Big.
                "Hey, Big.  How's life been treating you?"
                "Good enough, Miss Hilary," he said.  He always referred to everyone as Mr. or Miss and their first name.  "Mr. Jay is generous."
                Hilary could never read Big.  He had a perpetual scowl behind dark sunglasses.  Since she'd seen him last he'd shaved his head.
                Speaking of, DJ Ray led his crew in.  He was as tall as Big, though not as massively built.  He also wore sunglasses and had a shaved head.  He wore his usual black leather vest and leather pants.  His gang tattoos were prominently displayed on his thick arms, chest, and washboard belly.  A beautiful woman hung off each arm.  Hilary had met them both three weeks back in the Hamptons.  La Toya had the biggest, most gorgeous afro Hilary had ever seen, falling in tight curls halfway down her back.  She wore a yellow midriff baring corset, black leather short-shorts, and lace up ankle boots, with lots of bling.  Kendra was a hot blonde, and very much a groupie.  She wore a black leather halter top, matching micro-mini skirt, and stiletto knee boots.  Her only jewelry was a pair of gold chandelier earrings.
                "Holy shit," a tall, muscular man cried, coming to a halt with a look of astonishment on his face.  He was a good six foot four and very muscular.  Like his boss, he wore an open leather vest and showed off his gang tattoos.  "Anyone ever tell you how much you look like Wondrous Woman and her alter ego, Briana King?"
                Hilary's eyes widened.  She glanced at the open door of the plane's bedroom.  The carry-on with her costumes was at the foot of the bed.  It reminded her that Curtis made sure she brought her Wondrous Woman costume.  It seemed to be his primary concern, too.
                "Hmm," she said, and then remembered herself.  "Yes, I've been told that once or twice."
                The other men of DJ Ray's crew came in, flowing past him as he gawked at her.  They all looked at her like she was a tasty treat.  Even La Toya.  Kendra tightened her hold of DJ Ray's arm, looking more than a little threatened.
                "Please forgive Sups," DJ Ray said, his voice a deep rumble.  "He's obsessed with comic books, and especially Wondrous Woman."
                "Sups?"
                "Short for Superior Man," Sups said, showing her the comic book icon's symbol tattooed on his upper left arm.  "They call me Sups, because I'm a superior man."
                Hilary was speechless for a long moment.
                "Ah.  Good to know, Sups," she said.  She smiled at him, he got more excited, and she rolled her eyes.  "What is it about men and comic books?"  She stood up, tugged down on her mini-skirt, and looked him up and down.  "I'm not Briana King, much less her alter ego Wondrous Woman.  So your capture fantasy is not going to happen on this flight, Sups."
                "Wow!  You role play Wondrous Woman?  Do you have the costume?"
                "Sups!" DJ Ray barked.  "Shut up.  Leave her alone."
                "But…"
                "Enough.  Stop hounding her," the rapper said.  He turned to Hilary, "Thank you for taking us to LA.  I know it's a big inconvenience."
                Hilary waved that away as she walked up to him.  They hugged and he kissed her on the cheek.  Not an air kiss, but he kissed her fully on the cheek.  DJ Ray always did.  The first time they met he kissed her on the corner of the mouth, but that was because she turned away at the last second when she realized he was going for her lips.
                Rappers and rock stars , she thought.  They all feel entitled to any woman they want.
                Before meeting her current boyfriend, Hilary dated quite a few rock