Chapter fifty-four: Use Your Voice

Chapter fifty-four: Use Your Voice

Jessica

"You have been on an airplane before, right?" Jeffrey asked as we reached the airport.

"Yes but that was a long time ago and it was just once."

Luke turned around towards the back, driving up to a large gated area and presenting an ID to the man in the booth wearing a neon vest. He nodded and pressed a button, opening the gate and letting us in.

We drove up to a large white jet with his name printed on it. Luke opened Jeffrey's door and me followed behind. He held his hand out for me to hold while I excited the car, like a proper gentleman.

"Good morning, Mr. Craig." The pilot greeted him.

"Hello, Miss Silver."

"Nice to see you again." Jeffrey said to him.

"Hello," I replied to him with a small wave.

I followed Jeffrey up the stairs to board the plane, seeing some stewardesses and instantly feeling the jealousy rising in my body. As they placed our bags on the plane, Jeffrey sat down in one of the brown leather seats and I sat down in one across the aisle, he furrowed at me.

"Sit over here, across from me."

I pressed my lips and stood, walking over and sitting in the seat in front of him, looking at the window. The sun had almost fully risen beyond the horizon, I couldn't believe that I am going to Paris today.

"Mr. Craig, we have to make a stop to buy petrol. I hope that is alright with you."

"Yes, of course," the pilot nodded and walked back towards the cockpit.

"How long does it take to get petrol?"

"Not too long, we will be in and out in less than an hour or so." I nodded.

We buckled our seat belts and the plane was preparing for takeoff. I was a little nervous as the plane took off the ground but once we were safely in the air, l felt so much more relaxed.

"Would you like anything to drink, Princess?" He asked, I turned away from the window to face him. He had pushed his sunglasses up on his head, his curls billowing out from behind.

"Um…sure? I don't know what you have here." He smiled.

"They are currently making our breakfast lf you want tea or coffee or something, they will get it for you."

"Can I get a mimosa?"

He grinned and called over one of the stewardesses. I could tell she was a little jealous of me being with Jeffrey but also I just could be overthinking it. Maybe I was just the jealous one.

"Yes, Mr. Craig." She said and her hand folded in front of her.

"We will like two mimosas and could you make sure they hurry with that breakfast?" She pressed her lips together and smiled.

"Of course sir, we will get them out to you as soon as possible." She left and I could see another stewardess began to make our drinks.

"You keep staring at her," Jeffrey whispered and my eyes snapped over to meet him.

"Well, it is not like I can't, she is so pretty and I don't think she likes me."

"And why would you think that?" I shrugged.

"She won't make eye contact with me and even when I first got on the plane, she was giving me a dirty look.

"Don't worry about her." He waved his hand.

"Just sit back and enjoy the flight, Princess."

I smiled and leaned back, looking out the window and gazing down at the tiny house and trees that were blanketed with snow. I was thankful we were able to take off, I heard the plane was delayed because of weather but luckily the weather has lightened up immensely for today. The stewardesses brought out our breakfast and drinks.

"What is on your mind, Princess?" I sighed and pushed the scrambled eggs onto my plate.

"It is nothing, what time will we be arriving in Paris?" He glanced at the larger watch on his wrist and pouted his lips slightly.

"We should be there in the next six hours."

"Six hours?" I said, refraining from letting my jaw drop. I had never been on a plane for that long, even up to two hours.

"Don't worry, it will go by in no time. There is a bed in the back if you get tired later and want to sleep."

"What does this plane don't have?" He blew a raspberry with his lips and furrowed.

"Sadly, there is no hot tub."


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We stopped to fuel the plane and I decided to take a nap while he was on a business call. The bed was extremely very comfortable, I wouldn't expect anything less from Jeffrey Craig himself.

After half an hour I had laid down, I felt the bed dip beside me and lips come in contact with my shoulder. I smiled and glanced over my shoulder to see Jeffrey looking rather tired but the corner of his lips were curled up slightly.

"Care if I join you?" I shook my head, patting the sheet and motioning for him to lay down. He was happy to oblige and scooted next to me, wrapping his arms over my waist and nuzzling his face into my neck.

"Um, I loved the way you smell." I raised my eyebrows and looked at him widely.

"What the hell? That is the weirdest thing you have ever said to me. Although there have been a lot of weird things, this one tops them all." He chuckled against my skin and I could feel his chest vibrating through my body.

"You just smell good like raspberries and fresh flowers."

"Well, I do. This really cool thing is called showering." I laughed.

"I know and I love doing it with you." He pressed his lips to my neck and let them linger on my skin.

"I love doing everything with you." He left more kisses on my neck, leading up to my jawline just below my ear.

"And I love doing everything to you." He growled, his hand snaking down to firmly grasp my ass and I softly moaned and let my hands slip into his hair. The curls twisting around my fingers.

He removed my shirt as well as my jeans and positioned himself on top of me, his hips pressing against mine and locking me to the bed as his lips continued to attack mine. I was about to push my tongue into his mouth when he suddenly pulled away, climbing off the bed and going over to one of his bags on the floor and pulling out one of his ties.

He smirked and then walked over to the door and turned the lock. My heart was racing, was he seriously pulling a Bdsm act?

"Arms up, Princess." He instructed.

I nervously put my arms above my head and he wrapped the tie around my wrists, securing them to the metal bar of the small headboard.

"What if they hear us?" I whispered as he climbed back on top of me. He cocked his head with a foolish grin.

"They won't be able to hear us over the engine, Princess."

My cheeks felt red with embarrassment. Of course they wouldn't be able to hear us.

"But either way, I love it when you stay quiet for me." He started running his hands down the side of my torso, my waist, my hips and then my thighs.

"You are so perfect."

My whole body was tingling as he placed a kiss on my stomach, trailing up sloppily between my breasts.

"J…Jeffrey, don't tease me." I breathed and he gently caressed my cheek with a lustful gaze in his eyes.

"You know that is not my name, Pumpkin." I smirked.

"Don't be a sassy Daddy."

He bit his lips and removed his shirt along with his trousers. It was killing me softly, not being able to touch time. He moved my pants aside and slid a finger inside me, it was like a torture.

"Always so tight for me, Princess." He whispered.

I arched my back as he slowly started pumping his finger. His lips came in contact with my hips and I relaxed a little more, allowing him to insert another finger.

"Faster, daddy." I breathed.

His eyes darkened with lust as he pumped his fingers at a slightly quicker pace, my heart racing and my fist clenching.

"You like that, Pumpkin?" He asked quietly but just loud enough that I could hear him.

I nodded slightly and he grabbed my chin in his large hand, holding me face still.

"Use your voice, Princess." I swallowed hard.

"It feels good, daddy."

He smirked and leaned back, grabbing the hem of boxers and slipped them down his legs to reveal his hardened cóck. He then reached over and removed my already wet panties, tossing them aside and climbing on top of me. He positioned himself at my entrance.

"Are you ready, Pumpkin?" He asked, I simply blinked and leaned my head closer to his.

"Just fúck me already, Daddy."