Page 90 of Collateral Claim

The taste of him is masculine. Peppermint, I remember tasting a while back. My shoulders slump, and I moan, almost melting into the leather seat. Endo understands capitulation and slows down, putting a knee between my legs. He slides his leg forward until his knee hits my clit. Arousal shoots up my belly.

I grab his thigh and dig my fingernails in so I can bring his knee closer and rub my clit on it. Endo groans.

I like the sound. When I open my eyes, I find his are closed. I think he’s enjoying this moment.

Lust won.

Over both of us.

I don’t fight the urge to unbuckle his belt and take him into my mouth so he can groan like the lustful beast he is once more. I want to make him come. I want to watch him as he falls apart. I want to please him, and the revelation bothers me.

I shouldn’t want to please him, and yet he wants to please me as well. His head was between my legs.

Even as I suck him, his fingers replace his knee and stroke me between my legs.

Endo’s wide and large, a perfectly full fit for my mouth, and once he makes me come, he cups my cheeks and widens my mouth by stretching it with his thumbs at the corners. If I thought I would take something from Endo, something like control of the situation, I was mistaken.

Endo watches me from above. “Looks to me like I’m the one receiving a gift.” He fucks my mouth fast. I can tell he’s close to an orgasm, but he fights it. When his breathing becomes ragged, his eyes start to close, his jaw tightens, I cup his balls and squeeze.

Endo sucks in a breath before his body locks. I fit as much of him into my mouth as I can. The mushroom head blocks my airway, and he ejaculates down my throat.

I don’t need to swallow because everything slides down smoothly. With him still in my mouth, I watch him watching me down his nose, his eyes at half-mast, his breaths evening out.

Endo pulls back and tucks himself into his pants, then offers me a hand. I take it and rise to meet him. Again, he doesn’t step back, effectively invading my space. Since I just sucked his dick, the close proximity doesn’t bother me anymore.

You don’t say.

“I’m never going to see you again,” I say. He was my captor and caused me the most stressful time of my life. I don’t understand why there’s a lump in my throat or why my chest feels like someone’s sitting on it.

I sated my lust. There’s evidence. My panties are wet from where he made me come with his fingers.

Everything else is anxiety.

“It’s for the best,” he says. “But if you do see me again, I’m taking you. And this time, it’ll be for myself.”

Would you look at that? I’m not the only one with confused feelings. “You could ask me out to dinner, you know.”

Endo blinks as if it never occurred to him to ask. “I could.”

“You could leave yourself open to my rejection. I bet you won’t.”

“You wouldn’t tell me no. That’s one. And two. Even if you did, I’ll take you out anyway, so win-win.”

I pinch his lips shut with my fingers. “You really need a muzzle.”

Endo pulls me against him.

Despite the fact that he just came, he’s erect. “And a chastity trap,” I add.

Endo laughs.

Someone knocks on the cabin door. Three evenly spaced-out knocks followed by a pause, then two more, then another softer one after a long pause. It’s a coded knock if ever I heard one.

Endo’s smile drops, and he lifts the window shade. I peek outside as well.

A convoy of black SUVs with tinted windows that look like something government officials would use to transport the president rolls toward our plane. My dad’s entourage.

I swallow and wipe my mouth in case some of my captor’s cum escaped. In under a minute, I’ll go off and kiss my dad’s cheeks with the same mouth. I wonder if that’s why Endo did it,but then I remember I unbuckled his pants and sucked him off. That’s all on me.