Page 145 of Wicked

“Time to hit the road.”

“One thing,” Raven says, pausing in the center of the cabin, Tito at her feet. As I hit a button and the cabin stairs rise, she comes out with, “What constitutes a spanking?”

“Any time you cross me,” I say, turning. “Any time you ask for one. And anytime I feel like it.”

Raven smiles wickedly, and I’m reminded why the woman has my heart and soul. “Look, I first want to show you some places,” I say. “Places around the planet.”

Raven smiles, “Perfect. But only if Tito comes.”

I cross my arms and look down at my girl. “I can work with that, but…” I say. “I decide who comes and when they are coming.”

Raven bites her lip, and I explain my planned road trip home. I’ve flown this jet to most corners of the world, and I can handle it all, excluding fuel and maintenance.

Our road trip will be different than most, and it will be unforgettable.

We will stop where we want and when we want, but we will also have sex where and when we want to. And do it in style.

In the air above the Eiffel Tower? Maybe. Flying around Bora Bora? Maybe. Flying over the Pacific Ocean as the sunrises? Definitely.

And flying over the Caribbean Sea as it sets? Definitely.

After buyinga strange mix of last-minute local fruits and some weird black fabric just before take-off, Raven and I head west.

The fruit I understand, and as we take off, I look at my copilot in the sun. I imagine the black satin fabric blindfolding her and being used to tie her up.

As we head west, Raven tells me she wants to get that ‘have not seen the world’ thing off the table fast. She has already been to half a dozen countries, but it is locked in her mind.

We land in a new country nearly every day, as we head towards Europe. We start with the stunning Maldives, then Myanmar, then Goa in India.

Then we just keep going…

My wicked wife to be, tries to outperform me, and she sucks my cock daily as I pilot the jet. I am a control freak, and I know she is messing with me, trying to break down my walls.

It is both dangerous and unacceptable during flying.

In return, I bind Raven’s hands with the black satin cut into strips, and I turn her body into a canvas.

In the jet’s bedroom, I use a fine arts brush to paint every inch of her.

I paint her with cream and liquid chocolate, then I lick it off every surface, inside and out. I focus mostly on her stomach, inner thighs, neck, breasts, slippery folds, and her clit.

Theicing on my cake.

I mark her… I command her… And I claim her as mine.

Raven comes hard and fast, again and again, and I leave her in a pile. She is speechless, panting and sated daily.

Raven is my dedicated student, but she is also this…

My queen.

Because Raven’sbeen traveling light and using backpacks to move, she does not have a substantial clothing collection. Or lingerie or shoe collection. That is putting it nicely, but I adore the fact she can go from being an everyday woman to looking as good as any catwalk model I’ve seen in Milan, Paris, or NYC.

I own various boutiques in Milan, and it’s time to get her several new looks. I’ve seen her ‘sated in a pile naked’ look, and she rocked her ‘cute backpacker’ look.

I want to offer her a ‘head turning chic European look’ and a ‘tie me up with leather’ look.

Also, a ‘who the hell is that royal’ look, with heels, satin, heavy ice, and more.

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