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

stars, and wannabe rock stars.  None of those relationships lasted long, since she felt they didn't appreciate what she was giving them.  They treated her body as their due, to use and abuse as they wished.   Great sex, but they all failed to feed her emotional needs.
                Hilary turned around to find Sups waiting.  He wrapped her in his powerful arms, trapping her arms at her sides, and hugged her so tight she groaned.  It felt so good, bleeding away some of her pent up stress.  When he stroked her long hair, she unconsciously turned her face into his neck and breathed in his scent.  Sups smelled really, really good.
                And then he kissed her on the corner of her mouth.
                "Oh, my, it's…it's nice to meet you, Sups," she said, feeling discombobulated and all tingly hot inside.  She thought about the vibrator in her carry-on, and knew there would be no joy coming from there on that flight.  Maybe over the Pacific, once she was finally alone.  "Make yourself at home."
                Hilary wiggled out of his arms, and put a few feet between them.  Men like Sups were dangerous.  They made her feel vulnerable and sexy.
                "Yes.  Everyone please find a seat.  We'll be taking off as soon as the luggage is loaded up below, and I tell the pilot of our little detour," she said, heading towards the cockpit.  It occurred to her as she noticed all of those hungry eyes watching her walk by, Cockpit?  I seem to have gotten myself stuck in a big pit of cocks.   She glanced back at DJ Ray and Sups, both of whom were watching her butt with lusty faces.  Big hungry cocks.
                After speaking with the flight crew, she returned to find DJ Ray on a couch with a girl snuggled up to either side.  Sups was sitting in the chair she'd sat in earlier, and the others were scattered about.
                "Okay, the pilot has to file a new flight plan, but he promises that won't take too long," she said, standing in the middle of the cabin.  "I'm afraid I don't drink when alone, so didn't bother bringing anything stronger than bottled water.  Sorry.  I can check for food, but I'm not sure there's any.  But we do have plenty of entertainment.  Movies.  TV.  We have all of the cable channels."
                "Hey, Wondie, why don't you model your Wondrous Woman costume for us?" Sups said, wagging his brows.
                That left her speechless.  The suggestion piqued everyone's interest, even Kendra's.  Hilary did some modeling at charity events, and always loved being the center of attention as men and women ogled her.  Well, the men ogled her, and the women coveted the designer clothes she was modeling.  So Sups' suggestion had some appeal to her, as well, but she knew deep down that it would just lead to…trouble.
                The very thought of the kind of trouble she'd find herself in left her mind numb and body raging.  Juices flowed, making her twat throb and ache.  She did not do chaste well, and ten weeks was a record for her.
                "Well now, Sups, you know that would just lead to me getting my butt captured," she said, putting way more sexual oomph into her voice than she meant.  As his excitement spiked, her eyes widened and her mouth went dry.  His eyes caught and held hers, and it was electric.  It wasn't easy to break free of it.  "Oh my.  Is it hot in here?  Let me check the thermostat back in the bedroom."
                Sups reached out and patted her butt as she passed, "Tell Wondrous Woman to be careful, Briana King, since this plane if full of evil, wicked white slavers."
                That sucked the air out of her lungs.  She walked into the bedroom on unsteady legs and closed the door.  Hilary felt her face heating up, knowing it was terribly rude to leave her guests and then close the door.  But she