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her mind’s eye in image form.
     Was he large? Thick? She imagined so. For some insane reason, she had no doubt both
     of them were. They were perfect everywhere else. Why not there too?
    “Shouldn’t I have a safe word?” she asked as she fought hard to ignore the tingling
     sensations firing outward from her clit.
    Erik chuckled. “Do you really think you need a safe word? We would never do anything
     to hurt you, Melinda.”
    “Just humiliate me?” she snapped.
    “Never that either,” Erik replied as his lips spread into a purely wicked grin. “But
     if it makes you feel better…it’s safe.”
    Melinda frowned. “Safe?”
    Erik nodded.
    The plane hit a little turbulence causing her to bounce in the chair. Erik braced
     his footing, then stared back toward the cockpit with a frown.
    “Turbulence over open water?” he asked toward Jon, who shrugged in response.
    The pilot’s voice rang out over the speakers. “Bad weather ahead, guys. Put on your
     seat belts. I’m gonna take us above it.”
    Erik sighed and moved to the chair next to Jon. Melinda checked her own waist and
     realized her seat belt was already fastened just as the plane shook again, this time
     more violently. She gasped and grabbed hold of the armrests. Unfortunately, the toy
     continued to vibrate and stimulate her pussy. The fear racing through her veins as
     the turbulence shook the plane only added to her growing lust.
    How strange. She’d heard of that—of fear heightening a person’s sexual response—but
     never expected to actually feel it. Even her kidnapping fantasies never really involved
     fear, per se. It was more a loss of control, of being dominated…taken.
    The shaking began to subside as the plane broke through the gray clouds and into the
     pretty blue sky above the weather. Melinda let her head fall back and her eyes close
     in relief as the plane found smoother air. The toy continued to tease and she struggled
     to ignore it, to fight the rising pleasure between her legs.
    It was no use. The second she let her hips move in time with the toy, she lost all
     hope of coming out of this with at least some dignity. She would come and unfortunately,
     while they watched. She glanced over at the pair through heavy-lidded eyes. They sat
     silent, each watching as her body moved and undulated in the chair.
    She wanted to touch her breasts, but couldn’t. Her hands were bound and she tugged
     at the bindings, hoping it would give way. Her gaze met Jon’s but this time the heat
     of a blush didn’t overtake her flesh. She turned away, not wanting him to see what
     the toy made her feel, how their stares made her even hotter.
    “Don’t look away,” Jon said, his voice more commanding than she’d expected.
    But then why wouldn’t it be? He was a Dom as well.
    At first she didn’t turn back, but kept her eyes on the blue sky out the window. Her
     clit began to throb and the movement of her hips became more pronounced, more desperate.
     God, she was so close.
    “Melinda,” Jon demanded and she turned her face back to his.
    Lust shone in his eyes and she froze, unable to look away. Even Clark had not looked
     at her like that. Not once. She didn’t even know she could make a man look that way.
     It felt good. She liked it.
    Relaxing, she lifted her hips off the chair just a little, trying to force the thick
     girth of the toy deeper.
    “Mmm,” Jon murmured. “I like that.”
    She let her gaze drift over to Erik, who had a fierce look of hunger on his face.
     She gasped and thrust her breasts outward, wishing he would come over to her and suck
     on them. Erik didn’t move. Neither did Jon. They just watched, obviously enjoying
     the show.
    She felt her pussy walls tighten and knew her release wasn’t far behind. A soft moan
     slipped past her lips and she shut her eyes tight. Part of her wanted to scream. Part
     of her didn’t want to give them the satisfaction. Unfortunately, she appeared to no
     longer have control