Chapter 37: Skyline seduction

The Gulfstream 500 was one of his toys. It was meticulously crafted and lavishly adorned. The woodwork was rich—certainly mahogany, coated in a glossy polish. The cabin was warm and wide, with plush in cream-colored leather seats.  Nat had his aviators on, jeans and a leather jacket paired with a face cap. Beside him sat, of course, Zara, his billionaire wife.

She had initially balked at the trip, especially at the sudden announcement but he had persistently persuaded her, insisting she was needed for his personal assistance.

“Personal assistance indeed,” she teased.

Besides, the conference itself, The Titans Forum—a gathering of business magnates, titans and trailblazers in their fields was a good place for her to make contacts.

Zara dropped her handbag by the side table and adjusted her sunglasses. She had a simple short gown, and a wide vintage cap.

Now they were choosing from a variety of displayed wines.

“We’d have the Pinot Noir,” Nat told Julia, his private jet chef. She was white with a striking smile that seemed over-solicitous in her art of hospitality. She served the wine with the two glasses and went back to the kitchen where she began cooking.

Julia, he told Zara had graduated from the prestigious school of La Cordon Bleu in Paris with a despicable grade in cuisine.

“Is it just me or flying makes me sick,” Zara said looking discomforted.

“Must be jet fever”

“I don’t know. We’re up 12km in the air but anyway, as long as we keep pretending that flying in a middle bus in the sky is okay."

“I get that Zara. I was once like you, but I own this bitch,” he said with a braggadocios tone. “Plus Julia makes me comfortable.”

“I see,” Zara merely said.

“Yeah. I got this for $45 million bucks. A year ago. Nothing compares to it.”

“$45 million,” Zara repeated surprised at how he could easily call out and lavishly throw money for nothing but a jet.

“Wow!…I almost forgot how insanely rich you are,” she said, smiling. She had not forgotten; she had only just began to fully comprehend his wealth. He was rich beyound the house and diamonds he bought her, beyound the company, beyond her imagination.

Nat laughed, a laugh of a contented, affluent man.

“Well…I’m rich cause I have you in my life,” he said, reaching out to interlock his fingers with hers. Zara looked flattered and pleased.

“You keep saying your toy, so causally.”

“Yeah…this was once my,”—he held his hands in quotes—‘private jet’—“but I got others and they collectively became my toys, expensive toys,” He shined his teeth. “There’s the Boeing and the Bombardier”.

“Interesting. If I may ask what’s inspires you? I bet you can’t even fly,”

“Terribly scared of flying myself. Let’s say it’s a machine for those in the game—a way or declaring you belong. If you don’t own one, those folks at Titans conferences don’t take you seriously.”

Julia returned a tray containing different cuts and sizes of gourmet meat—they looked tantalizing in their sizzle, the aroma hung thick in the air and yes, the tasted well—seasoned and sumptuous. They drank their wines and ordered another bottle.

“I wonder what this conference is and how its gone be like for me. I’m a young woman with a new brand in the midst of self made billionaires.”

“You have nothing to worry about Zara, I’m here with you.”

“And who are you, my solid rock?”

“Yes,” he said bluntly

“Jesus is my solid rock,” she teased

Nat laughed. Then he looked at her slyly and said to her, “We’ll see,” with an undertone of threatened violence. Her kind of violence, the one she liked. Wild, untamed and overpowering.

“Your shower is now ready, Julia informed them just a few seconds after. “Would you like to hop in now?”

“Shower?” Zara didn’t fully grasp the idea of a shower in a jet at such high altitude.

“Come with me,” he said, standing and leading her to the bathroom.

They entered the cube-shaped room with a bed and got undressed. Zara hopped in first in the shower, her towel hung low over her large breasts. Nat followed her. He tied his just below his navel, in a way that his public hair showed. His muscled body and lingering eyes were now full of desire. Zara understood that look. Her nipples hardened, and wetness pooled between her thighs as she unwrapped her towel like the unwrapping of a forbidden fruit.

Nat followed suit and turned on the tap, shutting the glass door.

There they were—twelve kilometers above the ground. Zara and Nat were showering in the sky.

How trivial and how splendid, their bodies touching, rubbing the body massage soap that had papaya on it. He held her breasts like a precious offering, a propitiation for the spirited, easy life her gave her. He kissed her, grabbing her neck to suck her lower lips, soap splattered on their faces.

Then he inserted his dick into her. She spread both hands wide on the side walls of the bathroom like a flag and she felt him, going in faster now. He dropped her hands down and held it back, tying it as if in handcuffs, fucking her so energetically it made the clapping of her ass sound as loud as bullet gunshots.

Her moans were not just moans, they were the shrill sounds of pleasure from luxury, given to her by an alpha.

She got down to suck his dick. He first put his two fingers in to survey the space in her mouth.

“You haven’t sucked this dick in a while,” he said. “Why baby?” he asked solemnly.

“Sorry daddy” she said

“Now be a good girl.” He inserted it now, fucking her mouth till she swallowed every inch of his dick.

“That’s right, deep throat queen,” he said when he was about coming. He held her head.

Zara slurped, the sound of choking filled the room. Her face look brutalized.

Finally, he drowned his semen in her throat. Her face was red. He bent down to kiss her and raise her up, hugging her and laughing. Their tone was that of a couple sated from sex, rich sex.

Minutes later, they got dressed and sat innocently, looking pious, as if nothing forbidden had just happened just a while ago.

“We are landing at Heathrow Airport in approximately 15 minutes, about 15km  kilometers from the ground,” the pilot announced through the speaker in an echoed voice. Soon, the jet began to taxi along the landing ramp. Zara felt a bit queasy, but here she was with her man, her prized possession. How quickly everything erupted; his off-guard love could catch you in its delicate web. He held her as she walked the short flight of stairs and headed for the terminal, certain the world belonged only to them.