“What?” I gently press my hand against the crisp shirt covering his shoulder, and he just nods his head forward.
I don’t know why I listen because I’m really exhausted, and the turbulence is freaking me the fuck out. However, Shawn’s insistence makes me curious.
Before I can protest, he whisks me into the bathroom. The first-class bathroom in this airplane is luckily clean and a bit more spacious than other airplane bathrooms. Or so I’ve heard. In one fluid motion he pushes me back against the wall, and his mouth closes over mine. But I push him back, shoving him against the bathroom door with all the force I can muster.
I give him a playful smile and roll my eyes.
“You think you get my cunt so easily?” I say, admiring the mild hostility in his eyes. But I can tell he’s impressed because he’s not reaching to contain me again.
“You sounded like you needed to be reminded of my devotion,” he says and finally crashes forward, wrapping me up in his solid arms. His lips trail down my neck and I gasp, delicious tingles flooding down my body. “You question, still, if we would tell you the truth, Allie? I thought you trusted me?” He says this in between suckling kisses, drawing the skin of my neck between his teeth.
I’m breathless, the familiar scent of his cologne, jasmine and bergamot, among other sweet masculine scents causing my body to tremble with excitement. I’m like Pavlov’s dog, only Shawn is Pavlov, and the very scent of his cologne has me salivating. Call it classical conditioning, because fuck.
“You all pretended not to know me. You brought me into your house as a new woman and used me as a player in your game,” I hiss through the delight. “How did you even find me, huh?” I giggle as he bites me harder, a painful pinch on the skin of my neck.
“I didn’t know how much you would remember,” he growls through his sexual urgency. “And yes, I tracked you.”
“Couldn’t let me go, then? You must have really cared about Penny.”
His hands glide up my thighs and over my hips. He wraps his hands around the small of my waist, and he nods against my chest.
“You are Penny,” he says, voice strong. “The changes that were made didn’t take away the true essence of who you are. Don’t think for one second that I want you how you were before. I prefer you…” he caresses thick fingers up around my breasts, circling around the bulk of their teardrop shapes. “Like this.”
“Why?” I ask, voice quivering under his heat.
“You’re less…dangerous.”
I can feel him smiling against my neck, but this sends a dark pit of discomfort into my belly. I raise my hands again and push him off, losing my own wicked grin.
“So…you didn’t know if the hypnotism worked at first? You were afraid of me? Why? What did you do to me? What happened between us?” I utter all of these questions on a string, and Shawn inhales a breath, a tell to the agitation simmering beneath the surface of his ever-present poker-face.
I glance down at his slacks, where his large perfectly proportioned package bulges eagerly. He slings his hands on his hips and tilts his head back a bit.
“Was Rhett right? Is that what you need right now?” he asks calmly. “Answers?”
Do I? What if it ruins everything that we have? Do I want to go there? I’m afraid of the nightmares Penny’s past might unleash. My heart beats in synch with the flesh of my vulva, and the dampness between my legs only grows as I am given a full view of Shawn’s tall, lean body. His dark blond hair is messy and his stubble is as unkempt as I’ve ever seen it, but somehow this makes him that much sexier. Broad shoulders narrow down to a trim waist, fitted perfectly with a linen shirt that shows off every form. He’s collectively aligned with what any woman might call: Greek God status.
“I don’t know. Will it ruin what we have, Mr. Van Doren?” I simper.
I hear him nearly growl, a low rumble in the back of his throat as I say the name that he likes to be called when he dominates me.
“I don’t think anything could ruin what we have, sweetheart,” he says, and steps forward, going on his knees before me. “You’re my princess. Nothing could change that.”
My heart is torn in two diametric directions. I am afraid to know the truth due to what it could change among the four of us. On the other hand, I feel like the truth will continuously beg to be told until I finally force it out of the shadows. Not only this but there’s a cold nagging feeling that I will have to know the past fully before offering him my complete trust.
Shawn places his hands between my thighs and pushes them a part abruptly, and I suck in a deep, clenching breath, pressing myself back against the wall. He pulls at the loose band at my waist, tugging it down quickly to expose my flesh. His mouth works against the lips of my pussy hungrily, and I writhe and groan against him, pressing myself into him.
“Come on,” he urges me. “Show me what you want.”
I can’t contain the excitement running through my core, the heat that flushes my face and chest as my breathing becomes more erratic. I arch hard, snaking my fingers through Shawn’s hair, curling my body against the incessant, fervent attention of his wet tongue and lips. I can’t focus on what I need to know, and the questions slip, one by one, out of mind as he encompasses everything that I need in this moment. My pussy is swollen as Shawn’s tongue lavishes me, every fiber of my clit on fire with the building pressure of my release. I’m rolling my pussy against him, holding onto his face, but then he stops and flips me around so that my naked ass is facing him. He stands and smacks me hard across both cheeks, the stinging buzzing through my flesh.
“Sorry, you just look so good,” he murmurs as he kisses my back, his hands groping the tender flesh of my ass and rolling it between his hands. “So fucking ripe.”
I can’t explain why the pain feels good. Perhaps it’s the way that it crosses over into the bliss of endorphins flooding my brain, but I fully enjoy it, and I’m soaking when he goes to pump his fingers inside of me.
“I liked it,” I say through grit teeth as he fucks me with his fingers. “I like it so much.”
He widens my stance yet again and removes his fingers.
“You’re too tight for me,” he whispers. “Let’s try something.”
Try something? Curiosity sends chills over my skin, my body on high alert as I listen to Shawn’s movements behind me.
His hand slaps against my cunt, and I jerk forward, nearly hitting my face against the wall. It’s simultaneously stimulating and yet makes the delicate skin between my legs prickle with pain. But lord, the sharp pressure of his hand against my clit sends lasting, torturous feelings flooding my nerves causing my body to nearly crumble into orgasm.
“Okay?” he asks me, and I can only muster a small moan, straining for more of his touch. I can tell he’s smiling because I feel the upturned corners of his smooth lips as he kisses my shoulder. Without breaking contact he slaps me again, connecting fully with the wet opening. I cry out at this one, hating how good it feels, yet wanting, no, needing more. He slaps again and then uses two of his fingers to pulse hard inside me.
“Shawn,” I mewl, my senses soaring. I lean like a fucking cat against the wall, my ass in the air because with every slap and fuck of his fingers my body clenches with a delicious craze for orgasm.