78. The Idols Plaything

WARNING: Erotica,Power imbalance, Objectification, Choking, Spanking, Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Breeding Imagery.

Leo

    Forty thousand feet above the Midwest, the world looked like a silent, frozen map, but inside the cabin of the Gulfstream G650, the atmosphere was thick with a different kind of pressure. The hum of the engines was a low-frequency vibration that seemed to feed directly into my cock. I was sitting on the floor of the master suite at the back of the jet, my back against the leather bulkheading. I wasn't allowed on the seats. Not unless Sienna told me to be there.

I had spent the last forty-eight hours in a trance. I had been processed, NDA'd by a silent lawyer, and then tossed into the back of a black SUV. My old life-the office job, the rent, the friends-felt like a dream I'd woken up from. Now, my reality was the scent of Sienna's skin and the terrifying weight of her gaze.

She was sitting at the built-in desk, going over tour schedules with her manager on a headset. She was wearing a sheer, oversized white shirt and nothing else. Her long legs were draped over the arm of the chair, and she hadn't looked at me once in three hours. I was just part of the furniture. A tool waiting to be used.

"Yeah, tell the promoter in Chicago that if the monitors aren't upgraded, I'm not doing the soundcheck," she snapped into the mic. She reached out with her bare foot, her toes finding my chest and pushing me back slightly. "And get me a bottle of the '96. I'm bored."

She disconnected the call and finally looked down at me. Her eyes were rimmed with dark liner, making the blue of her irises look like cold glass.

"Toy," she said.

"Yes, Sienna," I whispered, my voice thick. I was already hard. Being ignored by her was almost as arousing as being touched by her.

"I have a headache. The kind that only one thing fixes. Get up."

I stood, my naked body on full display in the bright, clinical lights of the jet. She looked at my erection with a clinical sort of appraisal.

"You're always ready, aren't you? Like a good little machine." She stood up, the shirt barely covering the curve of her ass. She walked over to the large, plush bed that dominated the rear of the cabin and lay back, spreading her legs wide. "Come here. I want you to look at what you're about to serve."

I crawled onto the bed, my heart thundering. Between her legs, she was already glistening, the pink folds of her pussy puffy and inviting. She reached down, her fingers spreading herself open so I could see the glistening entrance.

"I didn't give you permission to use a condom today, did I?"

"No, Sienna."

"Good. I want to feel your heat. I want to feel every twitch when you fail to hold back." She grabbed my hair, pulling my face down to her crotch. "Clean me. I want to feel your tongue on my clit until I can't breathe."

I buried my face in her, the musky, sweet scent of her arousal hitting me like a drug. I lashed my tongue over her hood, swirling and suctioning until she began to hiss through her teeth. Her hands migrated to my head, her fingers digging into my scalp, forcing me deeper against her. She was hyper-sensitive, her body jerking with every flick of my tongue.

"Yes... oh god, Leo... right there," she panted, her voice losing its icy edge.

She reached her first climax quickly, her thighs clamping around my head as she shuddered, her internal muscles pulsing against my nose. But she didn't let me stop. She kept me there, forcing me to lick through her sensitive aftershocks until I was gasping for air.

"Enough," she finally breathed, pushing me back. She sat up, her eyes dark with a renewed, predatory hunger. "Get on your back. I'm taking what I need."

I lay down, and she wasted no time. She straddled me, grabbing my cock and positioning the weeping head at her opening. She was so wet that when she sat down, I slid into her with zero resistance. The sensation of being bare inside her was electric. The velvet heat of her walls gripped me, and I let out a low, guttural moan.

"I didn't say you could make noise," she whispered, leaning forward so her tits brushed against my chest. She wrapped her hand around my throat, not hard enough to bruise, but enough to remind me who was in control. "You're just a vessel for my pleasure. Remember that."

She began to ride me, her hips moving in a violent, circular grind. She was in total charge, her eyes locked onto mine as she set the pace. Every time she slammed down, I felt my length find the very limit of her anatomy, meeting the firm resistance of her depths. The friction was incredible-skin on skin, no barriers, just the raw slide of my shaft against her internal ridges.

"You're so deep," she gasped, her rhythm becoming more frantic. "You're stretching me out so well, toy."

She started to bounce, her tits swinging wildly. I reached up to grab them, but she slapped my hands away, pinning them to the mattress beside my head. She wanted me helpless, a literal object beneath her.

"Watch me," she commanded. "Watch your goddess take what she wants from you."

She accelerated, her breath coming in sharp, melodic hitches. I could feel her approaching another peak. Her pussy started to spasm around me, a rhythmic squeezing that nearly sent me over the edge. I grunted, my hips twitching involuntarily.

"Don't you dare cum yet," she warned, her voice vibrating with her own impending orgasm. "I'm not done using you."

She screamed as she hit her second climax, her body stiffening as she took every inch of me inside her. She collapsed onto my chest, her heart hammering against mine. But even as she caught her breath, I felt her move again. She wasn't finished.

She slid off me and moved to the edge of the bed, dropping to her knees on the floor and leaning her chest against the mattress. She looked back at me over her shoulder, her ass hiked high in the air. It was a silent command.

I moved behind her, my cock throbbing painfully. I grabbed her hips, the pale skin of her ass cheeks still marked with the faint pink ghost of my handprints from the night before. I guided myself into her from behind, the doggy-style angle allowing me to drive even deeper.

"Fuck, Sienna," I groaned, the words escaping before I could stop them.

"Shut up and work," she snapped, though she arched her back, inviting the contact.

I began to hammer into her, my balls slapping against her with a steady, rhythmic thud. Each stroke was a lunging movement, my hips connecting with hers with enough force to make the bed frame rattle. I reached forward, grabbing her hair and pulling her head back so I could see the ecstasy on her face.

"Is this... good... Sienna?" I grunted, my breath coming in ragged bursts.

"Harder! Give it to me harder, you fucking animal!"

I obliged, my movements becoming primal. I wasn't Leo anymore; I was just a rhythmic force, a tool designed to satisfy the woman beneath me. The cabin felt small, the air thick with the smell of sex and the hum of the jet. I could feel the pressure in my balls reaching a critical point. The bare contact, the sight of her perfect ass, and the knowledge of who she was conspired to break my control.

"I'm close... Sienna... I can't hold it!"

"Then turn me over! I want to see it happen!"

I flipped her onto her back in one fluid motion, her legs flying up into the air. I draped her calves over my shoulders, opening her up completely. This was the deepest possible entry. I drove into her, my cock finding the absolute back of her passage, the heat there almost unbearable.

"I'm gonna blow! I'm gonna fill you up, Sienna!" I yelled, my voice a raw, vibrating roar.

"Do it! Mark me! Fill me with everything you've got!" She reached up, her nails digging into my shoulders, drawing thin lines of red.

I let out a final, agonizing grunt as I felt the first jet of heat leave me. My body went rigid, my eyes rolling back as I pumped my seed into her. I felt the hot flood of my cum filling her, coating her internal walls, a thick, heavy delivery that seemed to go on forever. I stayed buried inside her, my chest heaving, my cock still twitching as I emptied every last drop into her depths.

We stayed like that for a long time, the only sound the rushing wind outside and our synchronized breathing. My head fell to her shoulder, my sweat dripping onto her skin.

When I finally eased out, I did so slowly, the sensation of my slick skin sliding away from her making us both shiver. As I retreated, a thick, white overflow of my mess began to seep from her, trickling down her inner thigh and onto the expensive silk sheets. It was a visual mark of my presence, a temporary stain on her perfection.

Sienna didn't look exhausted; she looked satisfied, like a predator that had just finished a meal. She reached out, dipping her finger into the puddle of my cum on her leg and bringing it to her nose, sniffing it with a small, wicked smile.

"Good boy, Leo," she whispered, her voice returning to that cold, authoritative tone. "You're a very productive toy."

She sat up, pushing me away as she reached for her robe. "Go clean the bed. And then go find my manager. Tell him I'm ready for the press briefing. And Leo?"

"Yes, Sienna?"

"Don't get used to the bed. Tonight in Chicago, you're sleeping on the floor of the dressing room. I want you close in case I need a midnight snack."

I nodded, my body still humming from the encounter, my mind already focused on the next time she would call my name. I was her toy, her plaything, her mile-high possession. And I had never felt more alive.