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

needed some alone time to pull herself back together.
                That man is making me crazy , she thought.  Her eyes fell on the carry-on.  She licked her lips, and felt tremors deep in her belly.  Crossing her legs, she squeezed her achy pussy and squirmed as sexy super heroine in peril scenario after scenario raced through her mind.  Hogtied in just the tiara and boots while DJ Ray banged her from behind and Sups forced her to give him deep throat.  La Toya and Kendra holding her down, kissing and fondling her while the men lined up and gangbanged her stupid.  When the jet started to taxi, she was able to shake herself out of those sexy fantasies.  No.  No.  No.  I must be strong.  I've never cheated in my life.
                Then a vision filled her mind of a sexy young Hawaiian beauty in nothing but coconut bra and grass skirt, kneeling and giving Curtis a blowjob while he spoke on the phone with her.
                Something stirred deep within as her jet stopped.  She glanced out the window to find they were on the runway, about to take off.  She knew she had to get to a seat and get buckled in, but she reached for her carry-on instead.  As the jet began racing down the runway, she opened the carry-on and pulled out a red stiletto boot.  It had a white stripe up the front, and a red sole.  Christian Louboutin custom made it just for her.
                When the nose lifted and they became airborne, Hilary was pushed to her back upon the bed.  A wicked smile spread across her face.  She kicked off her pumps, and struggled to sit up.  First she put on the boots, then she shed the designer suit.
                "I'm probably going to regret this," she whispered, and slid the blue, star-spangled thong bottoms of the sexed up version of her Wondrous Woman costume up her long legs.  The tight, red corset top, with shiny gold trim and decorations, was much harder to put on, but she finally got it zipped up in back.  After adjusting her breasts so they were displayed to the sexiest max, she put on the wide bracelets and golden "power" belt.  Her golden, magic lasso hung off the belt.  Finally, she put on the golden tiara, with the iconic red ruby front and center, and looked herself over.  "I'm dressed to thrill."
                After putting on her brightest red lipstick, she called the cockpit.  Hilary advised them to stay in their area and do not disturb her or her guest for any reason short of an emergency.
                Hilary hesitated with her hand on the doorknob.  She took a deep, steadying breath.  Her super heroine capture sexplay with Curtis was always very intense, so she could only imagine what it would be like with eight men and two women.  Her skin was already prickling with sweat.  Hilary's belly quivered, all hot, mushy, and fluttery.
                Snatching the door open, before she could change her mind, Hilary stepped out into the cabin as Wondrous Woman.  She felt energized and alive, and so damned sexy as they just gawked at her.  Strutting to the middle of the cabin, she gave them her most fierce look, all full of disapproval and righteous contempt.
                "Know fear, evildoers," she declared.  "Wondrous Woman is here."
                "Oh my God!" Sups cried.
                "That's right, Sups," she said, stepping over to him and striking a haughty pose, hands on hips, chin high, chest thrust out.  "Your big pimping days are over.  You have used and abused, and forced into vile prostitution your last beautiful young woman."
                "That remains to be seen, Wondrous Woman," Sups said, standing and taking an aggressive stance.  He covertly motioned to the two women with the rapper.  "You're not the first super heroine to make the mistake of challenging us.  A dozen of your costumed sisters are now languishing in sexual slavery in Third World