The low hum of the jet engines filled the cabin as Angela shifted in her seat, trying to focus on anything other than the tension building between her and Edmund. The flight to Wildwoods Island was supposed to be peaceful, a chance to reflect, but instead, it had become a drawn-out game of lust, desire, and control. Edmund had made it clear from the moment they boarded the jet that he was going to push her limits, test her obedience.
Angela couldn't help but steal glances at Edmund from her seat. He reclined comfortably, flipping through some business reports on his tablet. His focus was intense, lips set in a firm line, the very image of composed control. She envied that control. Her mind was a mess of conflicting emotions, excitement, anxiety, lust. And a gnawing hunger for him she could barely contain.