Page 59 of Darcy
“Welcome back aboard. Can I get you anything to drink?”
“Soda,” Prophet grunts.
“Two of those,” Slate adds.
Arlo waves her away, and I’m so mortified that I do the same, but Dodger orders a coffee. The moment her back is turned, and she’s headed back to the kitchen, he raises a brow expectantly.
My thumbs trace up the outside of my thighs, lifting the hem of my dress and hooking over the waistband of my panties. I actually debated not wearing any this morning, but chose to go without a bra instead.
“Dark, you know you don’t need to—” Arlo begins, but I silence him with a look.
“I know. I… I’m game. I’ll tell him if it’s too much.”
Dodger holds his hand out expectantly, and I rush to comply. I have no idea when the attendant will come back, and I don’t want to be caught.
The neon orange panties I pass him are one of my favourite pairs, covered in tiny fires with the wordswarning, explosiveover the ass, and he smirks.
“Present for you, Lo,” he says, wadding them up into a ball and throwing them across the aisle to his bandmate.
I gasp as the guitarist catches them and holds them against his nose, groaning, before tucking them safely into the pocket of his leather jacket.
Shit. I guess itisalways the quiet ones. Why was that so hot?
The attendant appears with our drinks, silencing any comment I might’ve made.
“We’re good for the rest of the flight,” Dodger says, barely looking up from his laptop to acknowledge her. “Take the time off.”
She nods, completely unfazed by his abruptness, then turns and leaves. The door snicks behind her, sealing me in with them.
“Still want to play, baby girl?” Dodger asks, voice dropping to the intimate tone that lets me know our dynamic has changed.
Inside the bedroom, he’s in charge, and I love that. At first, I resisted. I’m an assassin, after all, more than capable of taking charge of any situation and completely unused to handing over the reins. It took me a while to trust him not to do anything to abuse that power, and to believe him when he said it would never be an issue outside of the bedroom. I also had to come to terms with the fact that Ienjoyedsubmitting to him, which was probably the hardest part.
Over the years, our roles have solidified. I still find it fun to push his buttons, but I also love letting him take the burden of decision making from me, even if it’s only for a little while. No thinking, just feeling.
“Yes, sir.” Biting my lip, I shift slightly in my seat.
Without underwear, I’m painfully aware of how bare I am and the sensation of my thighs rubbing together as the plane taxis down the runway.
Dodger keeps me waiting until we’re in the air, leaving me to stew over his actions as he calmly looks through graphs and…
“Are those stock reports?” I question, finally focusing on his screen.
He shrugs. “I like numbers. They make sense to me.”
That’s exactly the opposite of what I’d expect from someone so passionate. Cold, hard data seems more like it would be Prophet’s thing.
The seat belt light goes out, and he undoes his own before looking at mine pointedly.
“Undo your belt, kneel on the seat, and take my dick out,” he orders.
My hands scramble for the belt, and the clink it makes as it opens is like a gunshot in the quiet cabin. Kneeling on the seat takes some doing, and I quickly realise his game.
The second I bend over, everything will be on display for Slate and Prophet to see.
Taking a deep breath, I reach over and undo his belt, then his fly. His cock jumps eagerly in my hand as I pull it free. A pearl of clear liquid already formed at the top.
“You wanted to play,” he reminds me. “So play.”
