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sex play. Alex slid my panties aside with two fingers, and I steeled myself, unsure of what he was planning. What he was thinking. What he was…
    Oh, fuck. He had a clamp.  Something ridged. Something mean that fit right over my clit and sent a fresh wave of shivers through me. Why had I been in such a bratty mood? Why couldn’t I have gone to sleep—or faked sleep, at least—when he’d given me the opportunity? Alex was clearly enjoying himself, and now I was forced to do everything I could not to squeal. I lowered my head, blindfold in place, wondering if people were looking at us.
    Alex shifted me so that I was sitting more normally—as normally as possible with my hands bound—completely covered by the blanket, my chair set back. He said something to the flight attendant, but I couldn’t make out the words besides “Catch a little shut eye.”
    He was passing on the food, I gathered. Telling her we were going to rest.
    I wondered what she thought of the red mask. I wondered whether I looked odd with the blanket up to my chin. But I heard her wheeling the cart away and realized that if I did, she wasn’t going to say anything. Most likely she’d witnessed far more eccentric behavior from her first-class customers in the past.
    As I was thinking that, Alex reached under the blanket, this time slowly working my panties down my thighs….

Chapter Three: Sex in the Air
     
    “Jack said you were going to fight,” he whispered, mouth against my ear. “He said to expect a change of attitude with the change in altitude.”
    I’ll be honest. I’ve had sex on a plane before. Several times, actually. And different types of sex, as well. But at this point, I wasn’t a member of that infamous Mile High club, and I was fairly nervous about what might happen to us if we were caught. I suppose that I am the rare breed of erotic writer who still is easily embarrassed, the rare type of exhibitionist who doesn’t always want to be seen.
    But I was wet as Alex pulled my panties down my thighs, sliding the sodden knickers all the way down my legs and off. And I was ready when he moved his body even closer to mine, when he quickly unclipped the pincher on my clit and his fingertips began to make those dangerous spirals that send me.
    I didn’t speak. Mask still on. Certain that everyone around us knew what he was doing to me under the blanket, but slowly finding that I didn’t fully care. My breathing started to speed up. Had Jack told him, “Touch her like this,” or did Alex simply know? This was fairly new ground for us. I was accustomed to Alex threatening me, Alex spanking me, and—when in bed with Jack—Alex fucking me. But there was no reason for him to be teasing me this way, strong hand stroking up and down, then around and around.
    “He gave me the toys he thought I’d like to use, the tools you’d crave the most, and he told me to employ my best judgment. Give you pain or pleasure based on the way you behaved. Warn you that I was in charge and see where that got me.”
    His fingers continued, sliding inside me, driving inside me. But he was speaking so slowly, so gently, that I felt caught off balance. I wanted to come. And I wanted more. Is that not the story of my life? Always craving more.
    “You hate when I’m in charge.”
    I didn’t deny the statement.
    “But look at you. Look what you let me do to you. If I pinch your clit right, you’ll come, won’t you?”
    I turned my head away.
    “Is that loyalty?”
    Ah, fuck, what were we doing now? His fingers continued their silky little games while his voice made mincemeat of my mind.
    “Should I tell Jack how easily you come for me? What do you think he’ll have to say about that?”
    My throat constricted. What would Jack say? I had no idea. If he wanted me to come at Alex's command, then this would be a good thing. If he didn't, then I was screwed. I decided that I simply wouldn’t. I wouldn’t let myself come. I would be cold and cruel. I