Joanna Wylde: Be Careful What You Wish For

She smothered an absurdly inappropriate laugh, and climbed into the bed before pulling the sheets and covers up around her. The fabric was slippery, and very smooth. Any other time she might have taken a moment to simply enjoy the texture of the silk, but not now. He walked across the tiny cabin all too quickly, pulling off his shirt as he moved. He stood beside bed and unzipped his pants slowly, watching her with an intensity that frightened her. She tried not to watch, tried not to see those fingers pull down the zipper slowly and steadily, but she couldn’t help herself.

He was so finely built that at any other time she’d probably be breathless by now. He was the kind of guy who never looked at women like her. Six-pack abs, a tight waist… For a moment her breath caught, and she was overwhelmed with sheer appreciation for his figure.

Then he started pulling his pants down.

He wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Nothing.

His penis sprang into view, fully erect and pulsing with dark red arousal. He dropped the pants down, kicking them off, then leaned over the bed toward her. His face lowered towards hers, and he whispered in her ear.

“I won’t hurt you, but you have to accommodate me,” he said softly. “I’ve been without a woman for a long, long time, and if I don’t feel you next to me pretty soon I’m going to die. Understand?”

She nodded her head, although she wasn’t quite sure what he meant by “accommodate.” For all she knew he was some sick bastard who got off on telling women they were safe and then killing them.

She wanted to believe him, though. Desperately.

He pulled the covers down and slowly slid in next to her. The plane lurched; she felt panic rising in her chest. He was too close to her, his heat was all around her and she could smell him. Slightly sweaty, male, damp.

She couldn’t take it anymore. Throwing off the covers, she tried to roll out of the bed. He was on her in a flash, pulling her into his arms and wrapping his legs around hers. She struggled for a moment then fell limp against him.

His naked cock pulsed against the flesh of her stomach. Groaning, he pumped his hips into her softness and she gave a little moan of fright.

“Don’t tempt me too much,” he said tightly. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t guarantee what I’ll do if you keep wiggling around like that.”

She froze. The heat of his erection burned through her. It was too much.

“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked with a panicky voice. “I don’t deserve this. I was just doing my job.”

It seemed to be the wrong question.

“Funny, I was just doing my job, too, and I ended up in jail for five years,” he muttered. “Do you know what it feels like to go without fucking for five years? I want to slam into you so hard it makes my head hurt. Do what I say, and that won’t happen to you. At least not tonight.”

Had she heard him right? Everything was happening so fast, it felt like she was spinning.

“What do you want me to do?” she asked. “Tell me exactly what I can to do keep you happy.”

“For one thing, I want you to lay in this damn bed and stop trying to run away,” he said, loosening his hold on her. He didn’t let her go completely, but he no longer squeezed her.

“I want you to hold me and make me come. It doesn’t have to be in your prissy little body, although why you’re so uptight, I don’t understand. If you can let Edgar fuck you, I sure as shit don’t understand why you don’t let me.”

His harsh words cut through her, and she had to hold back a sniff. She felt like crying. Don’t be a wimp , she told herself sharply. Be strong, be brave. Survive and move forward.

“I can touch you,” she said slowly. “Will you let me move?”

He held her for a moment longer, then let her slide out of his arms.

“Can we turn the light off?” she asked, looking around the brightly lit cabin with distaste.

“So you can pretend I’m someone else?” he asked, his face twisted with dark humor. “I don’t care if you imagine that, but I do want to see you. It’s been too long for me.”

She nodded, and looked around again. What was she supposed to do?

“You can start by touching me,” he said, as if reading her mind. “Rub my chest.”

She reached out with one hand, laying the fingers flat between his nipples. The plane shuddered again; they were starting their taxi down the runway.

“Is it safe to fly like this?” she asked hesitantly.

“Well, it’s against FAA regulations to fly without a seatbelt,” he said in a low voice. “But I’m relatively certain they won’t be inspecting us, so don’t worry about it.”

Her breath caught, and she realized he’d made a joke. What kind of kidnapper made jokes?

“What if we hit turbulence?” she asked.

“I’ll hold you,” he said. “Trust me, I’d enjoy it. Now do your thing.”

She moved her hand lightly on his chest, unsure of what should come next. He gave her a look of impatience, then grabbed her hand and pulled it over his right nipple.

“Let your hand drift back and forth,” he said. “Play with it. And smile while you’re doing it.”

She did as her told her, allowing her fingers to brush back and forth across his taut skin. The nipple was hard and nubby, and as she let her fingers graze across it, she could see goose bumps rising on his flesh.

She kept moving her hand as his head fell back and his eyes closed. The plane stopped, and then the engines started making a different noise. Louder. They were going to take off. No sooner had she thought it then the plane started moving again. They were going very fast, and the force of their acceleration pushed her down into the bed. He reached out and took her into his arms once more, anchoring her.

“I don’t want you falling out of bed and hurting yourself,” he said, and she felt absurdly grateful for the small comfort. She could tell the instant they left the ground, felt the pull of gravity that crushed her into his embrace. The entire cabin tilted sharply and they were in the air. He pulled her more closely into his arms, turning her to face him. His legs tangled with hers, and his hands reached down to cup her bottom.

Without understanding quite how it happened, she suddenly found his cock slipping between her legs. It pressed at the entrance to her womb, but the sheer fabric of her panties kept him out.

“I thought you weren’t going to come in me,” she gasped, trying to pull away. The plane lurched, throwing her onto him. He rolled to his back, taking her with him.

“Touch me,” he muttered, his voice harsh. “Touch me and I won’t come in you.”

She reached a hand down, worming it in between them. Her earlier shyness melted away. She wanted to touch him, to get him off as fast as she could. She didn’t think those scraps of red lace would keep him out much longer. Her knees slipped to either side of his hips, supporting her as she raised her pelvis.

He pulled his body back from hers a bit as she reached down, giving her access to his groin. Her hand found his penis. It was long, hard and smooth. She wrapped her fingers around it, her grasp slipping from the moisture leaking from his tip. It’s just another way to give a massage , she told herself, knowing it was a blatant lie.

This was no legitimate massage.

He gasped as her fingers took him firmly, and she slid her hand down his length slowly. His entire body was rigid and hard, a study in tension and arousal.

“Again,” he muttered. She did as he said, looking up at his face while she did. His eyes closed, his head tilted back. The cords in his neck were taut, and she realized just how much control it was taking for him not to move. She slid her hand down his shaft again, and felt hope for the first time. He seemed almost concerned for her comfort.