Mile-High Mistress Page 2

  I let Leon think that I barter my body because I can’t use my brain. It’s unfortunately necessary to encourage that misconception. Men know all too well that they are at their weakest right before they come. They need to feel stronger and smarter than the women they bed.

  If Leon knew how my mind worked, he wouldn’t trust me. He’d either dump me or tie me down so I couldn’t make a move on him. I shiver as the image pops into my mind.

  I suddenly realize that the limousine has stopped. We’re not at the drop-off area in the airport, but parked on the tarmac. I look at the airplane in front of us with this overwhelming sense of dread. I had expected a tiny and sleek private jet. Instead I was staring at a huge plane.

  Size usually matters to me—I’m a firm believer that bigger is better. Big diamonds, big money, big dicks… But this is different. I’ve never been on a plane before, and the idea of something so big lifting off the ground terrifies me.

  I haven’t revealed my lack of travel to Leon. It would totally ruin my image. How can I show that I’m a worldly, sophisticated woman if I don’t know how to act on a plane? I close my eyes and take a deep breath. It was time to fake it and act like I know what I’m doing.

  The chauffeur opens my door and I grab my clutch purse. I carefully get out of the limo, doing my best not to flash him. It’s nothing he hasn’t seen already, but I prefer not to give away anything for free.

  I wait for Leon as he steps out of the limo and tuck my hand in the crook of his arm before he take the stairs to the plane’s entrance. This might look like a sign of adoration or attentiveness, but I’m really holding on to Leon to keep my balance.

  “Good morning, Ms. Martin,” the flight attendant at the door of the plane greets me with a warm smile. She is a stunning beauty. “I’m Danielle.”

  I smile, nod and say hello. I’m not sure what else is expected of me.

  “May I take your coat?”

  Damn. I know I have to give it up. I reluctantly undo the sash and slip it off my shoulders. I’m pretty sure Danielle expects me to be dressed impeccably. Her elegant haircut and expensive perfume indicates her sophistication. Her expression is suspiciously blank when I reveal my outfit.

  I bet she knows that I’m wearing only a shirt. That bugs me more than it should, and I’m very annoyed at Leon for making me wear this.

  Danielle looks over my shoulder and her smile brightens. “Good morning, Mr. Richmond. Everyone is here and we’ll take off shortly.”

  My instincts go on full alert. I recognize the husky dip in her voice. I watch Danielle as she lowers her eyelashes while she speaks to Leon. She smoothes back her sleek blond hair and I know the truth.

  Danielle and Leon have had sex before.

  It doesn’t surprise me. I don’t know how recently or how often; that doesn’t matter to me. What matters is if Danielle is going to spike my ginger ale. Maybe I’m being paranoid, but I don’t get along with other women.

  I follow Danielle into the plane and stop abruptly. I try not to stare or gawk. The plane is nothing like what I imagined. It is decorated lavishly in silver, white and dark green. My eyes widen until they sting when I see a chrome staircase leading to the second floor.

  The plane has more than one level? I can barely believe it. I stand next to the fully-stocked bar, knowing without looking that it will have the best crystal and rare vintages. There’s a round table with four chairs in front of the bar. The furniture has a retro look, but I know everything is brand new and top of the line.

  In the corner of my eye, I see a long green couch. A wide-screen TV is behind the silver chrome bar, and behind that is another sitting area with several white sofas and chairs. In the back of the plane I see a dining room, complete with a long table that could easily sit ten people. The crystal from the chandelier catches the sunlight and I shake my head in amazement.

  The plane is decadent. Opulent. I thought planes were supposed to be crowded with little or no elbow room. Traveling in this kind of luxury is a fringe benefit of being Leon’s mistress. I could definitely get used to this.

  My smile dips when I see someone rise from one of the white couches and turn. It’s Kyler Thorn, Leon’s assistant.

  I brace myself, but it doesn’t stop the heat washing over my body. My gaze slams into his, but there is no glimmer of expression in his dark eyes. I can’t stop staring at his ruthless, masculine beauty. He’s intimidating yet sexy in his dark pinstripe suit.

  I would love to go after Kyler. There’s something about him. I think it’s his restraint that intrigues me the most. He looks at me with a raw intensity that makes my pussy cream. I want to unleash that power in bed and be swept away.

  But that’s not going to happen any time soon. It’s just as well. Kyler can’t afford me and I would be tempted to lower my price for one night in his bed. Once word got out that I offered him a freebie, I’d never be able to get full price for my services.

  “Amaris, I believe you’ve met my assistant, Kyler Thorn,” Leon says as he introduces us.

  I nod my head. “Kyler.”

  “And this is my secretary,” Leon said as an older woman joined them. “Marnie Irwin, meet Amaris Martin.”

  Marnie is wearing a Chanel tweed suit with a fussy silk blouse, thick brown pantyhose and sensible pumps. She’s about Leon’s age, but she has more lines along her eyes and forehead. Her dark hair is in a tight perm and streaked with gray. Marnie stares at me with her pinched face and disapproving eyes.

  Oh, boy. This is going to be a long trip.

  The tension between us grows thicker and awkward. Marnie knows exactly what role I play in Leon’s life. She doesn’t like me or what I represent, but that is just too damn bad. The only person who has to like me is Leon.

  The flight attendant interrupts. “Would you like something to drink?” she asks me.

  Do I? I’m not sure. No one else seems to have a drink in their hands. “Not at this time, thank you,” I answer coolly.

  “I’ll take the usual,” Leon says.

  “No, you won’t,” Marnie interrupts. “You’re getting over that cold and you need to take care of your throat before your presentation.”

  My eyes widen as I stare at Marnie. How long as this woman worked for Leon? Doesn’t she know that the full-frontal approach doesn’t work? I have to be secretive and manipulative with Leon to get my way.

  The secretary turns to the flight attendant. “Mr. Richmond will take hot tea with no milk and lots of honey.”

  My shoulders tense as I wait for Leon to voice his displeasure. Instead he smiles at the secretary. “If you insist, Marnie.”

  My mouth drops open. What the hell? If I tried that tactic, Leon would cut me down to size in front of everyone. And in private, he would make sure my ass would be a lot redder than it is now.

  Leon catches my look and shrugs. “Marnie always looks out for me.”

  In other words, he trusts Marnie completely, believing she would do anything to protect him. I give the secretary an assessing look under my eyelashes. She might make less money than me, but she has more power than I do.

  “And here is our guest,” Leon says in a booming voice, his charisma going up a notch, as a man exits a room at the end of the plane and strolls down the length to meet us. “Jason, I’d like you to meet my friend, Amaris Martin.”

  I blink and try to school my expression, but I know it’s too late. This is the man we’re trying to so hard to impress? I’m wearing my sluttiest outfit for this guy? Doesn’t anyone else realize that Jason Channing is a geek?

  I do my best not to stare at Jason’s floppy hair, wrinkled T-shirt with some video game character, and—oh hell, no—Velcro sandals. But then I notice that he is lean and lanky underneath the unfortunate clothing. With the help of a personal shopper and a good haircut, he could be very attractive.

  I realize I’m staring, but it doesn’t seem to matter. Jason is too busy looking at my bare legs. It’s like he’s never been this close to a woman befo
re.

  Maybe he’s just never seen a woman like me.

  His stunned gaze travels up my body. When his eyes reach my face, I give him my most seductive smile. Jason looks at me as if I’m a goddess. After realizing how low on the totem pole I am in Leon’s circle, Jason’s expression is exactly what I need. I feel wildly powerful.

  “Excuse me, sir. We’re ready to take off once everyone is seated,” Danielle says as she places her hand on Leon’s shoulder. The familiar touch doesn’t go unnoticed by me.

  The plane moves beneath my feet. I panic and reach for the closest chair. I sense the others walking away as I sit at the round table and grip the edge until my knuckles whiten.

  “You need to move,” Marnie informs me as she places her laptop on the table. “I’m sitting here.”

  I stare at her as she takes the chair across the table. “Do you really need the entire table?”

  “Yes. Unlike some people, I have work to do.”

  Like looking this good isn’t work. I’ll let her think I’m naturally beautiful. “And you need all four chairs?” I ask.

  Marnie looks like she is going to defend her territory tooth and nail. I raise my hands up in surrender. “Fine.”

  I carefully rise from the seat. My legs wobble as I feel every rattle and vibration from the plane. I inch forward, silently cursing my platform heels. I walk past the bar and wide-screen TV, entering the sitting area. I see that the men are already buckling in.

  Danielle is giving Jason extraspecial attention, leaning down to make sure his belt is fastened. She treats Jason with a glimpse of her impressive cleavage. I wonder if Leon put the flight attendant up to that. I get the feeling that if Jason wanted me or Danielle for sex, Leon would grant that wish.

  I don’t know how I feel about being a sex perk for one of Leon’s business associates, but I get a naughty thrill thinking about it. I can’t remember being monogamous for this length of time and I’m itching to fuck someone—anyone—else. But I also feel like I’m on a slippery slope. My agreement is to have sex with Leon. He is my benefactor, not my pimp.

  After Danielle makes sure the men are comfortable, she heads toward the front of the plane. I envy the graceful way she walks. The plane gives a jerk and I immediately sit down. I don’t care if it’s right next to Kyler. All that matters is buckling in before I fall down and lie sprawled on the floor.

  Leon and Jason sit across from me. I cross my legs and I notice Jason is silently following my every move. I smile, pleased that I can impress this man without saying a word.

  The plane starts to move and I fumble with my seat belt. They are nothing like the ones used in cars. I sense Kyler leaning toward me.

  “Need some help?” he asked quietly.

  I don’t look up and give a sigh of relief when I figure out the seat belt. “No, I’m fine.”

  “First time flying?”

  I freeze and glance up at him. “Does it show?”

  He looks into my eyes, no doubt registering my worry, and then slowly reclines in his seat. “No.”

  Liar. “Then how did you know?”

  He shrugs one broad shoulder. “Lucky guess.”

  I doubt that. Kyler is one of those guys who sees everything, but will pounce only when the time is right. I still haven’t figured out why he’s Leon’s assistant when he could be anything he wanted to be.

  I lean forward, doing my best to ignore his addictive masculine scent. “Why is Leon trying to impress this guy?” I ask in a whisper.

  Kyler’s dark eyebrows arch high. “You don’t know who Jason Channing is?”

  “Should I?”

  “Don’t you keep up with the news?” he asks, shaking his head in disgust. “What do you do all day long?”

  I glare at him. “I’m on call to have sex twenty-four hours a day.”

  A dark emotion flares in his eyes. “That doesn’t mean you have sex all day long,” he says roughly.

  “Don’t be too sure about that,” I reply, my voice purring as I recall some of the marathon sex I’ve enjoyed with Leon. It took me days to recover. “Now who is Jason Channing?”

  A muscle bunches in Kyler’s jaw before he replies tightly. “He owns one of the companies that helped Leon make that device in his hands.”

  “The Scorpion. So what?”

  Kyler glances at the men in front of us, who are deep in conversation. “Jason is very successful in what he does. He became a billionaire when he turned twenty-one.”

  “No. Way.” I turn and stare at Jason. That guy was a billionaire? “You think he would dress better,” I mutter.

  “Jason doesn’t worry about stuff like that,” Kyler replies in a haughty tone that gets on my nerves. “He doesn’t need to impress anyone.”

  I still can’t believe it. The guy in front of me, drooling over my legs, is a billionaire? I wonder what it would be like to have a benefactor who has that many zeroes in his bank account.

  Not that I’m ready to toss Leon away. As the mistress to a millionaire, I enjoy a lot of fringe benefits. But to be mistress to a billionaire…

  I watch Jason as I rub my legs together. He might be talking to Leon, but his gaze is following the movement of my legs. I glance at Leon and he gives me this look, goading me to do it. To show Jason my pussy.

  I shift in my seat, enjoying the sweet burn of my spanked ass and the tingle of anticipation in my pussy. The plane’s speed begins to increase as I uncross my legs.

  My heart starts to pound as I spread my thighs just a little, offering Jason a teasing glimpse of my shaved mound. The billionaire is talking, but his words stutter to a stop. A flush creeps up his neck and into his face. I dart my attention away before he realizes I’m watching him.

  I look at Leon and see the satisfaction in his eyes. He’s very pleased with me. Or, rather, he’s pleased that Jason, who could have anything, is lusting after something he has.

  I cross my legs, hiding my naked pussy from their eyes, but I still feel Jason’s hot gaze on the curve of my leg. I casually swing my foot and the tension in Jason shimmers against me. He’s waiting impatiently for another look.

  The plane lifts up into the air and I slam back into my seat. I claw my fingers into the armrests and plant both feet onto the floor, the hem of my shirt pulled tight against my hips. My skin is clammy as I take a deep breath. Tilting my face up, I close my eyes and say a little prayer.

  “Are you okay?” Kyler asks me.

  Damn, am I that obvious? “Yes, thank you,” I reply, doing my best to sound casual and breezy.

  The plane is at a sickening tilt but I don’t want to show how unfamiliar I am to flying. I slowly open my eyes and the first thing I see is Jason licking his lips as he stares at my pussy.

  I cast a quick look at Leon, who also can’t look away from my juicy pink pussy. He shows no expression, but I look at his lap and see his cock getting hard.

  My fear of flying is nothing compared to how I feel right now. The addictive power is sharp and hot as it swirls inside me. My nipples tightened and press against my shirt. I’m so wet that I can feel the moisture leaking onto my skin.

  The men’s lust arouses me. If only Kyler could see my pussy. A shiver swept through me at the thought. I want to show off my body and take the edge off the intense throb in my pussy. My fingers are still digging into the armrests, but if Leon gave me the word, I would let go and clutch my mound.

  I stare at Leon, waiting, wishing, for him to give me a command. Something scandalous and nasty. I want to hook my legs on the armrest and spread the folds of my sex with my fingers. I want my fingers coated with my juices as I rub my hard clit. Then I will sink my fingers deep into my core. I’ll pump hard and fast just the way I like it.

  It wouldn’t take me long to come, but I would give these men a performance that will drive them wild. All I need is Leon to give me the word.

  A chime echoes in the plane and I flinch. I look up as the seat belt sign flashes. I see Kyler unlatch his belt.

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p; Leon sits up straight and cleares his throat. “Go wander around the plane,” he tells me.

  Damn. He doesn’t want me to show off or tease? Why is Leon doing this to me today? I want relief. I want to be fucked.

  But I know Leon’s suggestion is really an order. It’s in my interest not to argue or hesitate. I awkwardly unbuckle my seat belt and rise from my seat. My pussy is hot and pulsing for completion, and there is nothing I can do about it.

  “I’ll try not to get lost,” I say with a smile and slowly walk to the dining room. I feel the hem of my shirt grazing along the curve of my ass, but I don’t adjust it, knowing the men are watching me.

  The plane’s decor is impressive, but I notice there are a lot of wide-screen TVs and not much else. I guess no matter how big a plane is, or how much you’ve spent on it, there isn’t a lot to do for entertainment.

  I walk past the dining room, keenly aware of my full, tight breasts and puckered nipples. The need pressing deep in my belly is down to a low, insistent ache. I step into the spacious bathroom at the end of the plane. I’m so tempted to shut the door, lean against the wall and masturbate.

  I cup my hand against my mound and close my eyes. It would only take a moment. Just long enough to take the edge off. But I don’t, because I know it won’t be enough. I want a cock stuffed deep inside me and nothing else will do.

  I reluctantly leave the bathroom and return toward the front of the plane. The men glance up from studying the Scorpion prototype as I sashay to the bar. Marnie still sat at the table, typing at a furious speed on her laptop. I can hear Danielle gathering dishes in the kitchen at the front the plane.

  I decide now is a good time as any to investigate what is upstairs. I glide up the silver staircase, my shoes clunking against the metal steps. To my surprise, I discover a huge bedroom. The bed is silver chrome with a dark green bedspread. I don’t know why it’s unusually wide, but my first thought is that it offers a lot of room to play.

  There is a small sitting area and another wide-screen TV, but nothing else. Past the walk-through closet is a full bathroom. I head back through to the bedroom and jump, startled, when I see Leon standing at the stairs.