Dominating the Boss 19 (Patreon)

The shock on Tanya’s face was exquisite as I greeted her. “Good afternoon, S-sir,” she stammered, doing her best to remove the shock from her face. I was lucky that Jenny was too fascinated by the first-class cabin to notice Tanya’s shifting expression. 

“Come on, call me Nathan,” I said with a smirk that wasn’t exactly nice. “We are not strangers anymore, are we?” I added even as I took a suggestive step forward, which worked for two purposes, unsettling Tanya and blocking Jenny’s view. Not that I was worried about Jenny identifying the real source of her nervousness. Even if it wasn’t for the distraction, Jenny was too straightforward and trusting to get the subtext. After all, we were talking about a girl that spent years with Natalie without getting suspicious. The fact that she failed to pick up the changes during the last three months was just another factor, as I lost the count how many times I had been fucking Natalie while Jenny was on the phone. 

Her lack of attention wasn’t an excuse to get sloppy, of course. Overconfidence was the leading reason for getting caught. A little vigilance never hurt.  

“Of course, N-Nathan,” Tanya answered, still stammering, but after taking a deep breath, she was much calmer. “Let me show you your seats,” she continued, much calmer while repeating the empty platitudes she learned during the training, though I noted that she disappeared as soon as she took our drink orders -mango juice for Jenny, and after a disappointing glare for her, my bourbon was switched to orange juice as well. 

I could have stuck to my guns, but a glass of smoky alcohol wasn’t worth annoying the smoking hot redhead next to me, especially after I had spent the last two hours bringing her into the right mood. 

“I’m not going to suffer alone,” she said with a wide smirk as she leaned back the comfortable chair, not paying attention to Tanya’s departure. “If I can’t drink, you can’t either.” 

“Whatever you want, sweetie,” I answered as I patted her thigh, bare thanks to her tiny shorts. I received a glare when, instead of pulling it away, I let my hand linger on. However, it was a playful glare, so it failed to deter me from my determined climb. 

“We’re in public,” she whispered, panicked and excited at the same time as she grabbed my wrist, but made no attempt to actually push it away. At least, until she heard the footsteps approaching from behind, signaling Tanya’s arrival. There, she started pushing away, but I made sure to linger my touch despite her growing panic until Tanya appeared next to us, leaving Jenny in a lurch. “Thanks,” Jenny said loudly, almost shouting, as she grabbed her glass of juice and took a large sip, more to hide her expression to quench her thirst. 

It was good, because it made her miss the sudden shift in Tanya’s expression. Tanya’s gaze danced between us, drifting down to my crotch and the obvious bulge there for a moment before sliding away, no doubt having flashbacks about our last encounter. And she was too earnest to be able to hide the sudden onset of desire that popped into her mind. Understandable, after all, her unwillingness had evaporated rather easily during our previous encounter. 

Regardless of the circumstances, I took pride in leaving a woman completely satisfied. 

“Thanks, sweetie,” I murmured then I took a sip, only to meet with a much sharper taste than one normally found in a juice. She was such a thoughtful girl. I needed to find a way to reward her. 

I put my hand on Jenny’s thigh immediately after Tanya’s departure. “You’re a thug,” Jenny said, but the gasp in her tone told a different story. Emboldened by that, my fingers once again found her inner thigh, and started to climb upward. “We can’t do that in here,” she murmured, once again grabbing my wrist with absolutely no intention of pushing it away.

“Do you want to bet?” I asked even as I pushed my fingers forward, dancing at the edge of her shorts, all it would take was a gentle push to get rid of the remaining barrier. Her breathing quickened even further, and I smirked in satisfaction. My fingers danced at the edge, making her joy battle against desire. “But maybe you’re right, it’s too much in public,” I added as I pulled my hands away without a warning. 

“Really?” she said, disappointment clear in her tone. She was about to question more, but upon seeing my smirk, she chose to prematurely end her sentence with a harumph. Her eyes burned with playful anger, her lips still parted due to an unmet desire that compounded thanks to the massage in the airport, leaving her body aching for more. 

The overdrive of libido she was suffering as a part of her pregnancy didn’t help either. 

“Oh, yes. It would be rude to force you something you’re uncomfortable with,” I said, once again uttering a lie without the slightest hesitation, something Jenny was very much aware after the month she had suffered under my soft yet insistent pressuring to seduce her for some fun times without her girlfriend. 

“No doubt,” Jenny said in a playful tone, though I managed to catch the edge of frustration on her tone despite her best effort to keep it away from the surface. She turned her attention toward the wide screen that held a lot of pictures, so I opened a movie as well, but rather than picking one of the movies from the list, I plugged a USB drive and opened a movie that I brought my own. It was a recent movie, about a torrent love affair, rather controversial due to its passionate lovemaking scenes, enough to result in the divorce of the lead actors involved. 

Jenny looked at me when the movie started, even its opening scene enough to almost classify as softcore pornography. “Are you sure you can watch it here?” she asked in shock. 

“Honey, we’re in the first class, I would like them actually making a scene over it,” I answered. It wasn’t entirely accurate, as a normal flight it would have received a stern warning. This one was exceptional, as first-class was empty other than two of us, and more importantly, our only stewardess didn’t have the option to complain considering the things she had been doing during our last shared flight — of course with my assistance.  

Jenny said nothing else, so I put my headphones on and leaned back, not reacting to Jenny’s gaze slipping toward my screen repeatedly, especially when her legs started to rub against each other repeatedly. Her expression was awkward when Tanya came with her trays, bringing us our starters. Tanya was no less awkward, stuttering as she explained our dishes. 

For me, it was a challenge to keep my smirk from becoming too obvious between two blushing girls, one redhead and one blonde. 

“I need to visit the bathroom,” Jenny murmured a couple of minutes after she finished her starter. She was restless, but I was familiar enough with her demeanor to know that it was not discomfort but her desire overwhelming her reason, which gave me a really good idea about what she was planning to do in the bathroom. The way her hips swayed as she walked away just confirmed my assumption. 

Under other circumstances, I would have followed her to the bathroom to assist her, but the blonde beauty peeking from the corner, waiting for Jenny to disappear went a long way to convince me. The moment Jenny closed her door Tanya dashed toward me, a panicked expression on her face. “Sir, please, you need to close that movie. It’ll be a big problem if someone sees it,” she rapidly explained. She leaned forward as she tried to make eye contact, making me curious about the resulting cleavage intentional or accidental. 

“Really, but I feel randy, and my partner is not feeling like helping me, unlike the last time. I can’t suffer an uncomfortable flight in the first class,” I countered in an exaggerated clueless attitude. 

A few expressions danced on Tanya’s face. Shame and desire as she clearly experienced a flashback about the last time, where she had been seduced by Natalie before mercilessly abandoned to my hands, which ended up her revealing some of her past secrets, and the loss of her anal virginity. There was even a dash of anger in her expression, but her submissive personality wasn’t able to sustain it for more than a moment. She continued to look at my eyes, using one of the best puppy-eyed expressions I had seen in my life. 

Unfortunately for her, it only made me hornier. She kept the gaze almost a minute, hoping for mercy that was clearly not coming until a resigned sigh left her mouth, and I smirked. “I’ll help you,” she said as she grabbed my hand, and made a motion to stand up, only to fail to drag me up. 

“I’m very comfortable here,” I said to her when she turned at me questioningly, but the shock only appeared when I pulled her hand to my zipper, signaling her about my idea. 

“We can’t!” she gasped in shock, but her weak attempt to pull back was abandoned quickly when she realized I had no intention of letting her go. “What if we get caught, it’ll be a disaster,” she answered. 

“You’re the only stewardess here, and Jenny will stay inside for a while, so it’s not likely. But if you’re worried, don’t forget that sooner you start, less likely for us to get caught,” I answered as I kept her under my sharp gaze, waiting for her surrender. While she struggled with the answer, I let my gaze dance over her body, which shaped perfectly with just the right amount of curves, tempered in her days as a ballerina, then a stripper. 

This time, it took only a few seconds for her will to dissipate, and she fell on her knees. A pull and a brief struggle later, she freed my shaft, her fingers wrapped around the bottom while her lips capturing the crown in her hotness. A gasp escaped my mouth as the pleasure enveloped my poor shaft, which had been suffering helplessly for the last few hours. The fact that Tanya kept looking up in a panicked manner just added more to the situation. 

Under other circumstances, I would have done my best to keep myself contained to stretch the situation, but the current circumstances were a bit different. As much as I trusted myself to handle Jenny’s reaction, it wasn’t ideal; and the fear of getting caught just increased my pleasure further. To quicken the situation even further, I quickly unbuttoned her shirt despite her weak imitation of a protest. When I saw her wearing a boring functional bra, I pulled it off as well, which made her try to pull away, but I was quick enough to push her down, aborting her attempt. 

I couldn’t help but feel proud of my achievement. Mile high club was not really an achievement for anything other than teenagers or boring married couples when it was done hidden behind a door, but there was something delicious in doing that in the middle of the first-class cabin, where someone just walked in to catch the amazing sight. Tanya started to move faster as her panic increased, but fear brought excitement along. 

“Does this remind you of your stripping days?” I said even as I caressed her amazing breasts. “Have you ever been naked in the middle of a comfortable private room where you fallen to your knees, putting your lips to work, hoping for a big tip, dreaming a time where the client takes the opportunity to do more than you ever wanted to allow?” I continued, despite knowing the answer. She shook her head negatively, confirming my guess. She was beautiful, but her technique was too horrible for her to give additional services on the side. She clearly worked in a clean club and only for a while until she got her job as a stewardess. 

It was ironic that she ended up doing it as a stewardess. 

Since she was such an obedient and adorable little slut, I decided to push forward a bit more. I leaned forward and pulled her plied skirt up, then made a noise of dissatisfaction. “Those are ugly, get rid of them,” I ordered even as I pushed her panties down a bit, revealing the most intimate part of her body, which was perfectly bare to reveal her amazing shape. She managed to remove it without ever stopping her service. “Good girl,” I muttered even as I patted her head, enjoying the way she shivered. It was miracle for such a little submissive doll to be this inexperienced, but I was happy to take it as a win. 

Tanya was shivering, fear and excitement overwhelming her because she was very aware that there was no way to explain her situation. After all, she might pull back and stuff my shaft back to my pants, but her lack of underwear and naked breasts were much harder to fix in a moment’s notice. 

Those shivers turned into a fearful tremble when the bathroom door opened. Tanya’s position didn’t allow for her to see Jenny stepping out, but her presence was clear. The only positive was the seat blocked Jenny’s sight as well, making her unaware of the sexy blonde crouched in front of me. Tanya tried to pull away, but my hands were clamped on her head, preventing her from pulling back. I even skewered her deeper, counting on the background noise to cover her gagging sound. 

I was close to a climax, and I would be damned if I let Jenny’s inconvenient appearance to stop me. 

“You took a long while there, what were you doing?” I said to Jenny with a suggestive smirk, which was rather easy emotion to reflect under the circumstances. 

“How rude to ask a lady that?” Jenny answered immediately, but I knew her too well to fall to that trick. 

“Not when I knew what you did there,” I countered, which made Jenny stop, with a full-blown blush invading her face, rivaling her hair color. 

“You’re bluffing,” she said in a tone she clearly assumed as confident, but it was more telling than a barely-legal teenager caught with alcohol for the first time. 

“I’m not,” I answered as I let my gaze linger down on her body, devouring the amazing sight of her body which even her pregnancy failed to ruin, which, with the assistance of the blonde that was suffering through a forceful deepthroat, had pushed me very close to climax. Unfortunately, Jenny took another step forward, threatening to ruin the plan, so I continued. “You would have known if you checked the mirror more carefully,” I answered, which was enough for Jenny to dash back. And since there wasn’t anything, it meant that I had a couple of minutes while she searched for the imaginary clue that revealed her little sneaky masturbation adventure. 

“I’m about to explode,” I warned Tanya the moment the door was closed and pulled it out of her mouth, letting her breathe for a moment. “Be careful to catch all of it, you don’t want to ruin your uniform,” I reminded her even as my shaft twitched. 

Watching another wave of panic invading her mouth as she leaned forward in a panic to catch the flow before it started was almost as good as the wave of pleasure that invaded my body, forcing me to explode. Tanya was barely able to press her lips at my shaft before the flood started, quickly filling her mouth before starting to slip, threatening to ruin her clothes. I decided to take mercy on her and quickly grabbed the closest fabric, her panties, and passed it to her, which she pressed against my shaft immediately, letting it soak. Only after I finished cumming, she realized what she had used for the task. 

“Put them back on,” I ordered, which somehow achieved the impossible and made her blush even more. “Do you want to get caught,” I reminded her, pointing at her sopping wet entrance, dripping down her legs. 

“Oh, no,” she gasped, and in that panic, she quickly put them on. But when she reached for the bra, I was quicker than her and swiped it off. 

“Quick with your blouse,” I warned, reminding her that she was still racing against the clock, so she quickly buttoned them, which barely helped with her hardened nipples. Lucky for her, she had her jacket to help her cover to avoid the attention of the rest of the staff. After she finished fixing her outfit, she stepped on the isle and dashed away, but not before receiving a rather sharp slap to her bottom. Also, since she made such a nice sacrifice asking me to stop watching the movie, I pulled out my USB stick. 

It was just in time, because Jenny stepped out of the bathroom just as Tanya disappeared along the corner. “You asshole,” Jenny said as she walked quickly to my side. “There was nothing.” 

I smirked. “It made you go back to look, which proved I was right all along,” I answered. Jenny still shook her head negatively before taking her seat, trying to stick to her story, thinking that I had no way to prove. She was wrong. I put my hand on her thigh once more, but this time, didn’t lose a moment before pulling her shorts to the side and dipped into her wetness. “Are you going to claim that you’re this wet naturally,” I whispered into her ear as I leaned forward, using the opportunity to leave a little kiss on her sensitive neck as well. 

“W-what are you doing!” she stammered. 

“Proving a point,” I countered as I pulled my glistening fingers and waving them in front of her, which was enough to silence her. 

Silence hung between us as Jenny tried to process why she was molested but still ended up as the losing party. “Why did you stop watching the movie,” she asked, clearly trying to change the topic. 

“Because I finished with it,” I answered, and even pointed to my crotch to make my point. 

“But… here…” she answered, shocked. 

“Yes,” I simply said with a nod before facing her with a challenging smile. “Unlike someone else, I can mention, I’m not a coward.” 

“Take that back, I’m not a coward,” Jenny replied in an instant. 

I turned at her, my smirk no different than a hunter examining the beautiful gazelle who just fallen into his trap. “Really?” I said slowly as my gaze devoured her body once again. “Care to prove?”