Chapter 15: Snake on a Plane

Sixteen hours of sexual torture at 40,000 feet sounds like a dream until you're three hours in, straining against purple silk restraints with a throbbing erection that's been denied release more times than I can count.

"Please, Ivy," I whimper, my hips bucking involuntarily as her fingers trace featherlight patterns along my inner thighs. "I can't take much more."

"Oh, I think you can," she purrs, her purple eyes gleaming with sadistic delight. The private jet hums around us, the ambient noise of engines providing a soundtrack to my exquisite suffering. "We've only been in the air for three hours, Nick. We have thirteen more to go."

My wrists strain against the silk ties securing me to the luxurious leather chair. I'd agreed to this, enthusiastically, even, when Ivy suggested we make our journey to Suzuka "memorable." Now I'm questioning my life choices as she brings me to the edge for what must be the tenth time, only to pull away at the crucial moment.

"You're so beautiful like this," she murmurs, her fingernail tracing the length of my cock, which twitches desperately at her touch. "All flushed and needy, just for me."

The cabin of Zenith's private jet is dimly lit, the windows darkened despite the daylight outside. Ivy insisted on privacy for our "activities," though there's no one to see us anyway, she dismissed the flight attendants to the forward cabin with strict instructions not to disturb us unless called.

"I thought the point was for us both to enjoy this," I gasp as her palm wraps around me again, beginning another torturously slow stroke.

"Oh, I am enjoying this," Ivy laughs, leaning forward to press a surprisingly tender kiss to my forehead. "And don't pretend you're not loving every second, even if you're struggling."

She's right, of course. Despite the ache in my groin and the trembling in my thighs, there's something intoxicating about being completely at her mercy, about watching one of the most powerful women in motorsport focus all her formidable attention on my pleasure, even if she's deliberately withholding the finale.

"You know what I love about you, Nick?" she asks, her voice dropping to that intimate register that makes my heart race even faster than her touch. Her hand continues its maddening rhythm, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. "You give yourself to me so completely. Why is that?"

The question hangs between us, more intimate than her hand wrapped around my aching cock. My mind scrambles for an answer that won't reveal too much, that won't leave me more exposed than I already am.

"I... I don't know," I stammer, the words catching in my throat.

Her lips find my neck, warm and soft, trailing a path of kisses from my collarbone to just below my ear. I shudder, my restraints pulling taut as my body arches toward her.

"Don't you think it's strange," she whispers against my skin, her breath hot and damp, "how perfectly we fit together? How quickly this happened between us?"

Her teeth graze my pulse, and I gasp, my thoughts scattering like startled birds. The sensation of her mouth on my neck combined with her hand still working me in slow, deliberate strokes is overwhelming.

"It's... it's fine, isn't it?" I manage, my voice trembling as she sucks gently at the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder. "We're good together."

She pulls back slightly, her purple eyes searching mine with an intensity that makes my heart stutter. Her hand on my cock slows to an almost unbearable pace, each stroke maddeningly deliberate.

"Do you love me, Nick?"

"Huh?" The question blindsides me, so unexpected that for a moment I wonder if I've misheard her.

Her hand stops completely, resting at the base of my shaft, warm and still. Her thumb traces small circles against my skin, a gesture both gentle and threatening in its restraint.

"Do you love me?" she repeats, her purple eyes never leaving mine.

The air between us feels charged, dangerous. Panic rises in my chest, constricting my throat. My mind races with contradictory thoughts, how I've fallen into her orbit so completely, how her touch bewitches me in ways Blair's never did, how terrified I am of this intensity.

"I... I don't know," I stammer, averting my eyes from her penetrating gaze.

"Liar," she whispers, her voice like velvet-wrapped steel.

Her hand suddenly resumes its motion, faster now, building a rhythm that has me gasping. My hips buck even harder as pleasure coils tighter in my core. Just as I feel the first telltale twitch, the precursor to release, her hand vanishes completely. I groan in exhaustion, my body trembling on the precipice of ecstasy with nowhere to go.

"It's a simple question, Nick." Her voice is deceptively gentle as she traces one finger along my jawline. "Just tell me how you feel about me."

I've been brought to the edge so many times that my nerves feel flayed open, my emotional defenses crumbling alongside my physical restraint. The constant denial has left me raw, vulnerable in ways that transcend the physical. Tears of frustration prick at the corners of my eyes.

"I'm afraid," I confess, the words breaking free before I can stop them. "I'm terrified of loving you, Ivy."

Her hand stills completely, those purple eyes widening slightly. "Why?"

"Because someday you'll throw me away." The admission burns my throat like acid. "Just like Blair did. Just like everyone does. And I can't bear being blindsided again."

Something shifts in Ivy's expression, the predatory gleam softening into something caring. Without breaking eye contact, she slides down between my restrained legs, her movements fluid and deliberate.

"Look at me, Nick," she commands, though her voice lacks its usual edge.

I force myself to meet her gaze as she lowers her head, pressing her lips to the base of my shaft in a kiss so tender it makes my breath catch. The sensation is electric, her warm mouth moving upward with excruciating slowness.

"I'm not going to throw you away," she murmurs against my sensitive skin, her breath sending shivers up my spine. Her lips reach the tip, placing a reverent kiss there that makes me whimper. "You're mine now. And I protect what's mine."

My hips strain desperately, seeking more of her mouth, more of that exquisite warmth. "And what happens when my luck runs out?" I gasp as her tongue flicks lightly across my most sensitive spot. "When I stop being your good luck charm?"

She takes me into her mouth completely then, a warm, wet heaven that has me pulling desperately against my restraints. The sensation is overwhelming after hours of denial. Just as suddenly, she releases me, rising up to look directly into my eyes.

"I love you, Nick." The words hang in the air between us, startling in their simplicity.

I search her face for any sign of manipulation, any hint that this is just another game. Finding none, I still can't quite believe it.

"No, you don't. It hasn't even been two weeks, Ivy. What you love is that you think I make you win."

Her eyes flash dangerously, but I press on.

"And I like that about you," I add softly, holding her gaze. "I don't hold your ambition against you. Your drive to win is your most captivating trait, but…"

She silences me with a kiss so fierce it steals my breath. Her tongue invades my mouth, claiming me completely as her hand wraps around my aching length once more.

When she finally pulls back, her purple eyes are molten with emotion. "Don't you dare tell me what I feel," she growls, her fingers tightening around me in a grip that's just shy of painful. "Just because you make me faster doesn't mean I can't win on my own. I've had countless victories before you, Nick. I've stood on podiums around the world. I've felt the spray of champagne and heard crowds chanting my name."

Her free hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back to expose my throat. Her teeth graze the sensitive skin there, making me shudder.

"None of it…" her tongue traces a hot path up my neck, "None of it compares to how I feel when I'm with you."

Her hand resumes its maddening rhythm, stroking me with renewed purpose. This time, she doesn't stop as I approach the edge. If anything, her movements become more determined, more focused.

"I love the way you taste," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "I love the sounds you make when you're desperate for me."

My entire body trembles on the edge of release, her words pushing me closer to the brink. Just as I feel myself about to topple over, she stops again, leaving me breathless and writhing against my restraints.

"Ivy, please," I beg, beyond shame now. "I can't take anymore."

A wicked smile spreads across her face as she slides down between my legs again. This time, she brings her fingers to her mouth, slipping them between her perfect lips before slowly drawing them out, glistening with her saliva. With deliberate sensuality, she uses those same fingers to part her lips, revealing the warm, wet heaven within.

"Tell me you love me, Nick," she commands, her voice a sultry purr as she holds her mouth open, tantalizingly close to my throbbing length. "Say it, and I'll let you finish right here, all over my precious tongue."

The sight of her waiting mouth, her fingers holding herself open for me, sends a jolt of electricity straight through my core.

My mind reels with conflict, desire warring with self-preservation. The words she demands stick in my throat like barbed wire.

I want to say it. God knows I already feel it, but something deep inside rebels against surrendering this final piece of myself. More hot tears of frustration spill down my flushed cheeks.

"I'm not ready yet, Ivy," I whisper, my voice cracking with emotion. "Please... I can't."

Her purple eyes flash dangerously. The fingers holding her lips part snap shut as she rises to her full height, looming over me with predatory intensity. A low, animalistic growl emanates from deep in her throat.

"Yes, you are, Nick," she snarls, her voice dropping to that commanding tone that makes my insides liquify. She grips my jaw with fierce strength, forcing me to meet her gaze. "Now fucking say it."

The dominance in her voice sends a jolt straight to my groin.

My body betrays me, cock twitching eagerly despite my emotional hesitation. Something about her absolute certainty, her refusal to accept my reluctance, breaks through my defenses.

"I love you," I gasp, the words tumbling out in a breathless rush. "God help me, Ivy, I love you."

Her expression transforms instantly, fierce possessiveness melting into radiant triumph. Without warning, she devours me with the scorching, slick embrace of her mouth, taking me so deep I see stars. After hours of denial, the sensation is overwhelming, like being struck by lightning.

My orgasm hits with brutal intensity, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash through me. Ivy doesn't pull away, her throat working as she swallows everything I give her, her purple eyes never leaving mine.

When the last shudder subsides, she releases me with a satisfied smile, licking her lips with deliberate sensuality.

"See? That wasn't so hard," she purrs, reaching up to release one of my wrists from its silken prison. "And you meant it too. I can tell when you're lying."

I collapse back against the chair, trembling in the aftermath of my release, my chest heaving as if I've run a marathon. Something primal and terrifying claws at my insides, a fear deeper than the physical vulnerability of being half-tied to this chair.

"Ivy," I gasp, my voice breaking as panic surges through me. "Please don't throw me away when you're done with me."

The words tumble out raw and unfiltered, exposing the deepest wound Blair left behind. My breath comes in shallow, rapid bursts.

Ivy's expression transforms a wide evil smile. She cradles my face between her palms, thumbs gently wiping away tears that have been collecting on my face.

"Nick," she whispers, her voice softer than I've ever heard it.

I force myself to meet those hypnotic purple eyes, expecting to see pity or perhaps annoyance at my emotional breakdown. Instead, I find something that pilfers what little breath I have left.

"I promise I won't ever throw you away," she says, each word precise and deliberate. Her lips curve into a smile that's surprisingly gentle. "I love you too much for that."

Her fingers find me again, wrapping around my still-sensitive length with a gentleness that contradicts the intensity of moments before. I gasp, my body simultaneously recoiling and leaning into her touch.

"Ivy, I just…"

"Shh," she whispers, her thumb circling the head with practiced precision. "We've got a long journey still ahead of us, my love. This was just the beginning."

Despite my body's protests, I feel myself responding to her touch again, blood rushing south with alarming eagerness.

"You can't possibly expect me to…" My words dissolve into a squeal as she increases her pressure slightly, her rhythm maddeningly perfect.

"I expect everything from you," she whispers, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on my forehead. "And you'll give it to me, won't you? Because you love me."

The words hang between us, my own confession echoing in my mind. I did mean it, that's what terrifies me most. Somehow, in this whirlwind of chaos since Blair discarded me, I've fallen completely under Ivy's spell.

"Yes."