Whew! We’ve made it all the way to Hump Day — let’s reward ourselves with a super steamy excerpt, no? Today’s selection comes from Sienna Snow’s Rule Master, the series second that’s out next week. It stars Italian heiress and international financier Milla Castra and Lex, her former lover, master — and secret husband. So good, right? Let’s get to the excerpt!
“Si, Signorina.” Tony nodded as he took my hand to help me step onto the stairs of the Gulfstream 650.
The moment I entered the spacious cabin, all the memories of the last time I’d used the plane bombarded me. I dropped my bag on the nearest seat and braced my hand on the leather back of another.
It had been almost a year. Lex and I were leaving for a weekend getaway, and the only thing on our minds was to christen every surface of our new jet without scandalizing the pilot or the air hostess. We’d succeeded for the most part.
“Lex,” I said aloud and closed my eyes. I reached inside my sweater and pulled out the chain with my wedding ring. I rubbed the diamonds with my thumb.
“I control the scene; you control your pleasure, Milla.”
My body heated, and I rubbed my thighs together. My body craved his touch, his voice, his body. Hell, I craved him, the man, the lover, everything.
The air conditioner kicked on, dousing the faint arousal in my body and snapping me out of my thoughts.
Merda! I had to stop thinking about the past. Lex deserved a fresh start, and so did I.
Focusing on what we shared would only hurt me more. I wasn’t the old Milla who reacted first and then thought about the consequences later.
I released the back of the seat, tucked the necklace back under my clothes and turned, slamming into Lex and losing my balance.
“I’ve got you.”
His touch sent fire up my arms, and my skin prickled.
“Lex,” I said breathlessly. “How long have been standing there?”
He smiled, tucking a stray hair behind my ear. “Long enough. Going down memory lane, were you?”
I raised a brow, ignoring his question, and then stepped out of his hold. Moving to one of the reclining seats, I sat down.
“I figured you’d take that seat,” Lex commented as he took the seat across from me.
I scrunched my brows at his statement, then it dawned on me, and I looked down.
There were scuff marks on the leather next to two sets of metal hooks hidden on the inside of the seat.
My cheeks heated and my core spasmed, as the image of my naked, reclined body handcuffed to the d-rings flashed before my eyes.
I glanced at Lex. His blue eyes darkened, telling me he was thinking of the same thing.
It was during our return to Boston after a weekend in the Caribbean. Lex had kept me on the cusp of orgasm for hours as a punishment for trying to sneak in a few hours of work when I’d promised to unplug from the world.
I wasn’t intentionally trying to be bratty. I only wanted to get a head start on the week.
Lex hadn’t seen it that way and decided to hold my release until thirty minutes before landing.
Which gave me enough time to freshen up, but without allowing me to come down from my orgasm.
I licked my now dry lips. “Why didn’t you get it fixed?” I said, trying to keep the huskiness from my voice.
He was doing this on purpose, and I was the stupid one for sitting in the seat.
“Because I wanted to remember my wife bound and open to my pleasure every time I traveled on the plane.”
“Oh,” was the only response I could say, without giving away too much of how my body responded to the memory and his answer. I shifted in my seat, as the dampness between my legs increased.
I had to get myself under control.
I should change the subject. Yep, that’s what I’ll do.
“When do we leave?”
“As soon as Michael gets the all clear to take off.”
I looked out the window as the sun started its descent over the city, giving Milan a beautiful glow.
I felt the weight of Lex studying me. He wanted answers, and after last night, I knew I had to talk about what happened to me. But I wasn’t ready yet. I hadn’t talked about the details of the kidnapping with anyone.
“Are you going to miss it?”
I answered without looking at him. “No. Italy doesn’t have the hold on me like Boston does.”
“Is it just the city you miss?”
“No. I miss my family. The one I chose.”
I kept my gaze out the window, as the jet’s engine roared to life. I took a few deep breaths and clutched my armrests.
I will not throw up. I will not throw up.
No matter how many times I’d flown, I hated take off. I knew it was irrational, but my body went into panic until the plane reached cruising altitude. I despised the feeling of helplessness and not having any control of my mode of transportation. Maybe that was why I loved my fast cars.
The cabin vibrated with each turn of the wheel on the runway, increasing my anxiety. My stomach flipped in somersaults, and soon I’d be running to the toilet and losing the little lunch I’d eaten.
Leaning back against the headrest, I closed my eyes and practiced the calming techniques Arya insisted I learn after our first spring break trip, where I nearly scared her to death with my panic attack.
Breathe in. 1. 2. 3. Breathe out. 1. 2. 3.
I repeated the process over and over. Then the next thing I knew, Lex placed a glass of sparkling water in my hand, and I stared at him in confusion.
“Drink this and relax. I dissolved a Zofran in the liquid. It will settle your stomach and help you rest.”
I nodded without saying anything, drank the concoction, and closed my eyes. His hand grazed my cheek, and then he placed a kiss on the top of my forehead.
No matter how I treated him, he always took care of me. With him, I was safe. I couldn’t do this to him. I couldn’t fall back into the same routine. I had to tell him my plans.
We hit a patch of turbulence as we lifted into the air, and I covered my stomach with my hand as it lurched again.
Well, I’d talk to him, once we reached cruising altitude.
“Easy, baby. Only a few more minutes.”
Nodding, I squeezed my eyelids tight and willed myself to sleep, at least for a half hour.
A cool breeze glided down my neck, and goose bumps prickled my skin. A moan escaped my lips, and a tingle ached between my legs. I shifted my body to the side but couldn’t move.
My eyes snapped open, and I peered into beautiful pools of blue.
“It’s about time you woke up. I thought you were going to sleep through your orgasm.”
“Lex,” I whispered through a sleepy haze. “What are you…”
He silenced me with a kiss, deepening it until I couldn’t process anything but the feel of his mouth, the way he tasted, the scent of his skin.
I tried lifting my arms but realized he’d anchored them to the inside of the armrests.
Wrenching my lips away from his, I ordered, “Release me, Lex. We can’t do this.”
No matter how much I wanted him, this was only going to lead to more trouble for both of us.
He shook his head. “I’ll never hurt you, Mil. And you should know by now, the only way to stop is to use your safe word.”
The word was on my lips. I couldn’t say it no matter how hard I tried. But I couldn’t let this go any further. It didn’t matter how much I wanted or desired him, I still planned to leave him.
“Please, Lex. Don’t make me do this,” I begged. I’d never used my safe word in all of our ten years together. I’d hurt him by using it, and I’d have to explain to him why I’d said it.
Merda. Why couldn’t things be easier?
I gasped as he bit one of my nipples and pinched the other one.
Fuck. I was naked. He’d stripped me of all my clothes but underwear.
The drink! What did he put in the water to make me sleep so hard?
“Lex. You need to release me and give me back my clothes.” I glanced behind me toward the doors leading to the cockpit. “Chrystal will come back and see me.”
“Nice try. She won’t come in here unless I call her or it’s time to land.” He nuzzled my neck, and his five o’clock shadow rubbed against my sensitive skin.
I held back a moan.
“Besides, if she doesn’t know what we are up to during our flights, then she deserves a surprise.” He slid lower, rubbing his face between my breasts and causing my heart to accelerate to an uncontrollable level.
I had to get him to stop. If he didn’t stop touching me, I’d lose all willpower.
“Lex. Please, we can’t do this.” I gasped as he cupped my breast and took the other nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard into his mouth. “It will complicate things.”
I arched up, my body begging for a harder tug on my sensitive nub.
Lex paused, and a protest escaped my lips.
He face grew serious as he stared down at me. “I know, Mil. I don’t expect it to change whatever you are brewing in your mind. I just want to…I need to give my wife pleasure. Let me give you pleasure.”
Well, when he put it that way, I could do this one last time. It would give me something to remember.
“Okay.” I worried my lip, now second-guessing what I’d just agreed to.
He smiled, pressing a light kiss to my forehead, and my apprehension disappeared.
Reaching to the side, Lex picked up a glass of ice water. He drank deep then leaned over me. Out of instinct, I opened my mouth and cool liquid slid down my parched throat. I swallowed the last of the water from his lips until he dangled an ice cube above me.
He trailed it down my neck, over my shoulders and then to each nipple, circling until they were tight, aching peeks.
“Please. I need…” I gasped and bowed, wanted more of the pleasure pain of the cold sensation.
Lex pulled away, glaring at me.
My core contracted.
His gaze grew more intense but softer at the same time. “Good girl.”
He continued the trail with the ice, moving lower, teasing all over my arms, legs, stomach, and thighs. The wetness from the melting ice and the cool air on my skin sent a flood of anticipation to my throbbing pussy.
I lifted my hips, wanted his touch at the very heat of me.
“Soon, love. Soon,” he crooned.
His exquisite torture ensued for, I didn’t know how long, but felt like centuries. My skin burned as if it was on fire. I needed his touch. When he finally lowered the footrest of my seat and settled between my thighs, I held my breath, waiting for the first swipe of his tongue.
But it never came. I looked down the length of my body and caught him watching me.
He smiled as he crunched up the remnants of the ice. “Is there something you want?”
Yes, your tongue in my pussy.
I wanted to say those words, but if I played the brat right now when he knew I was desperate for him, he’d hold off longer.
He shifted my thong to the side and blew out a breath against my weeping slit, making my clit swell and ache.
I thrashed my head back and forth. If he didn’t do something other than torture me, I’d lose my mind.
“Say what I want to hear, Mil.” He blew again.
“Please, Master. I need your mouth, please.”
“Where, baby?” He nuzzled me, rubbing his nose along the sides of my labia. “God, you smell heavenly.”
“My clit. My pussy. Everywhere. Anywhere,” I answered.
His lips descended, sucking my clit into his mouth. At the same time, his fingers pressed into my pussy. He thrust in and out as my hips rose and fell to his rhythm. He ate at me until I was delirious. He held me on the cusp, tormenting me. I couldn’t come unless he gave me permission, but I was out of practice. A few seconds before I couldn’t hold back my release he pulled away.
“No,” I called out.
“Ask me.” He wiped his mouth against his sleeve and stared at me with lust-filled eyes.
“Please…Please, Master. Make me come.”
He took my clit between his finders and lightly pinched.
The plane hit a patch of turbulence, jarring me awake.
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