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“You looked like a princess today, Kendall. Let’s see what a princess sounds like when she’s getting fucked to within an inch of her life.”
Jace kissed me rough and deep, stealing what little breath I had left, and stood, pulling me up too. He marched me in front of him, his hand still firmly gripping my hair, across to behind the couch of this luxuriously appointed private jet.
The back of the sofa was right at hip-height for me, and Jace bent me over it until my forehead was touching the cushion on the other side, presenting my ass for him to do whatever he wanted with me. I could hardly wait.
“Don’t move. If you do, I’ll make you pay,” he said in a harsh whisper.
I almost moved just so he would make me pay, but somehow managed to keep myself still as I stayed there in this most vulnerable of positions. I had no idea what he was doing, but my panties couldn’t take much more of this anticipation. It wouldn’t be long before I felt a trickle of my own natural lubricants dribbling down the inside of my thigh. My God, he made me hot for him.
It was only a few seconds later that I felt his presence behind me again with something that bordered on a sixth sense. His cock was so close to my pussy, and I could feel that heat and attraction like a magnetic pull. It was like we were practically fated to fuck.
The next thing I knew, Jace’s hands were on my thighs, pulling up my wedding dress to expose my legs before he flipped the bunched-up material over my back. I moaned when he cupped my hot sex through my panties, seeing for himself just how wet he’d already made me.
“Damn, you are my little slut, aren’t you?”
“All yours, baby!” I said.
Jace gave me a tiny rub and my panties slid freely against my sex. I was desperate to feel him inside me, to end my single day of never-ending celibacy and fuck me so hard that afterwards he might have to carry me all the way to the threshold of wherever we were going from the airplane.
His fingers curled around the waistband of my bridal panties and tugged them down. When I felt his hot breath on my ass cheeks I knew he’d knelt down behind me to get a perfect view of the pussy he’d claimed as his own in every way possible one more time before he claimed it again.
Jace ‘mmmm’d his appreciation. “Your pussy is fucking perfect. You were born to be fucked.”
Even if I had wanted to argue, I wouldn’t have had time before he buried his face between my legs. I squealed with pleasure as he started lapping up the pussy juices that had already begun to escape now that my panties were out of the way.
His rough stubble touched my sensitive skin all around his furiously lapping tongue and it was difficult to tell which tingles were from that and which were my own body’s reaction to his expert licking. I grasped at the cushions and shuffled my feet outwards to give him easier access to work his magic on me.
It was lucky I was bent over a couch, otherwise my legs might have buckled under me more than once as Jace licked, sucked and kissed his way in and around my eager pussy. The heavily-muscled billionaire was a master at teasing me with his tongue and I was so far gone in the throes of lust that I wouldn’t have been surprised if the pilot was frantically searching for a way to turn up the volume on the engines.
For my part, I could barely hear them anymore as my breaths began to hitch and a humming grew in my ears. The universe was collapsing down to focus on my clit and I was moments away from a big bang when Jace pulled back. I almost screamed in frustration.
“Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh my God, fuck me!” I begged.
I heard the quiet chuckle of an evil mastermind as Jace slowly rose to his feet, running one finger up the inside of my left leg, catching an errant trickle of my arousal that had escaped his furiously lapping tongue. Leaning forward so that his fat cock nestled between my ass cheeks, he slipped that finger inside my mouth so I could have one more piece of evidence about how ready to be fucked I was.
“Good girl,” he repeated.
I smiled at the praise, my teeth gently digging into his finger as I finished licking it clean. He started to pull it out and I held on for a fraction of a second before letting him go. I couldn’t see his face in this position, but I could imagine the one-sided smirk.
With his cock still pressing against me, I felt his hand rub my ass cheek in a slow circle for a few seconds before he pulled away and…
Smack!
I yelped and then clamped my mouth shut against the surge of bliss that shocked me from between my legs. It wasn’t fair, he was teasing me, keeping me on the edge of orgasm for what seemed like forever, but if I was going to climax, I wanted him inside me when it happened.
“Look at you. Get a wedding ring and think you can start biting the finger that feeds you, huh? I’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you, little girl.”
Smack!
I moaned like a little slut, his little slut, and somewhere in the multi-colored haze of barely restrained orgasm an image flashed through my mind of me on a beach somewhere with two big handprints peeking out of my bikini bottoms from my in-flight entertainment. He took that weighty cock in his hand again and pushed it between my legs, stroking my labia and catching up new dribbles of my natural lubricants until he was as slippery as I was.
When he started pushing at my entrance with intent, I braced myself. No matter how many times he fucked me, getting penetrated by a cock like that was always a life-changing experience.
Tighter and tighter my pussy was stretched around the head of his cock, and I was caught in that delicious torture between needing to pull away and needing to push back at him. Thankfully, pinned against the couch with his hand on my lower back, that wasn’t a decision that was in my power. Jace was in control of my pleasure and pain.
I shook my head from side to side, a sheen of sweat breaking out on my forehead as I was once again pushed beyond my assumed limits. An admission of defeat was hovering behind my lips when he finally slipped inside me and that seemingly endless thickness started filling me up.
When he was halfway in, he pulled back until the bumpy ridge of his cock teased my opening again before slamming himself home inside me so hard that I thought he might have broken the couch free, bolted to the floor though it was. I squealed in fiery pain under an ocean of ecstasy, a sound that Jace quickly turned into a kind of warbling cry as he showed me how much energy he’d saved up during our day apart.
Smack! Smack!
I cried out in a blur of sensation as my vision likewise distorted every time he thrust into me with body-shaking force. It was almost impossible to hold any kind of rational thought when you were the focus of such physical power and lust, but some awe-struck voice in my head said “wow, my husband fucks hard!”
My hands roamed freely over my own body, squeezing my breasts through my wedding dress. My nipples were so hard they almost hurt, and everywhere I touched seemed to leave tingling electric trails on my hyper-sensitive skin.
I reached back and felt Jace’s hand on my ass, and the wedding ring I myself had put on his finger. While I held on to him, our rings made little clinking sounds as he pounded into me.
With his other hand, Jace grabbed my hair in a messy ponytail and pulled my head up. For a second I looked up at the ceiling of the plane before my husband found some miraculous higher gear in which to fuck me and my eyes rolled back in my head.
My orgasm exploded throughout my body, pulsing on my clit and sending blood rushing to my head. Jace grunted in satisfaction as my pussy convulsed and gripped him with every wave of my climax, dominating my world as only he could.
The steady rhythm of our bodies slapping together became more sporadic and a moment later, I felt a huge and hot splash of cum deep inside my pussy. I closed my eyes completely as I floated on the trailing edge of my orgasm, reveling in listening to my sexy-as-fuck husband taking every last ounce of pleasure he could from my body, a wife’s precious gift.
Eventually he let go of my hair, I flopped over the couch again and we became still. I tried to push myself up on my hands, but found I didn’t have the strength to do it straight away, so we both just basked in the afterglow and caught our breath.
I could feel him, still buried to the hilt inside me, his cock twitching with the echoes of his own climax as the last few drops of his creamy semen were welcomed into the core of my sex. That was quite a way to join the mile high club.
On my second attempt, I was able to rise up and support my weight on my hands. Jace recaptured his grip on my hair and pulled me the rest of the way, pushing me down to my knees in front of him.
“Clean me,” he said.
His cock was still hard, and I eagerly moved my mouth to his balls, giving them a thorough tongue-bath before moving upwards and cleaning his cock of our combined juices. It was an intoxicating potion, all mixed up the way our two lives were now as well. It was the essence of us.
By the time I was done, I could have eaten my dinner off it. Hell, if there was any chocolate body paint on board, I might eat my dessert off it later. I looked up at him and batted my eyelids.
“So, where are we going?” I asked.
“You’ll see when we land.”
* * *
I sat on the very sofa that I’d been fucked over, picking at the remnants of a meal that put all other airline food to shame. Somewhere on board there was probably a world-class kitchen with a private chef, but I hadn’t explored that far yet.
Jace sat in a chair on the other side of the coffee table doing the same, and I checked my emails on a laptop sitting next to me. I had screens and screens of social media notifications about people congratulating me on the wedding, but I hadn’t heard of most of them.
One caught my eye, from Dan Strickland in the research department at The Weekly Enquirer. I didn’t work there anymore, but Dan and I had bonded somewhat over how Lucille had tried to throw him under the bus about the facts in her Port Magnus crime article.
These days, with a multi-billionaire partner, I didn’t really need a job to make ends meet, so I just took freelancing jobs whenever I felt like it. After the explosion of attention from my original article about Jace, and subsequently revealing a relationship with him, all the journalistic doors I could possibly want were wide open for me.
The contacts I made were pretty useful for Jace to spread misinformation when he needed it too. It felt good to help his… our… cause.
Of all the research departments I had access to now though, Dan amongst the best. I hadn’t told Jace, but I’d asked Dan to look something up for me a few weeks ago, maybe now he’d found what I was looking for.
From: dan.strickland@theweeklyenquirer.com
Subject: Picolli Hit 1992
Hi Kendall,
Sorry I didn’t manage to get this to you before your wedding preparations were in full swing, now maybe you won’t read it until you’re back. Anyway, I found what you were looking for. A couple articles from a couple different papers actually. A hit attributed to the Picolli crime family involving gunning down a husband and wife in their car, with a child survivor.
Kendall… is this who I think it is?
Scanned articles attached. Get back to me when you can. I’m keeping busy here, Lucille and Mr. Kinsley seem to disappear at the same time an awful lot these days… I don’t think she’ll be getting the can anytime soon.
Regards,
Dan
I double-clicked the first attachment and glanced up at Jace, who was reading something on his own tablet. He looked so calm now, it was hard to believe that he had killed so many people over the years.
I braced myself to see the event that had set him down that path. It wasn’t going to be easy, reading the article about his parents’ murders, but I needed to see. I needed to make it a part of… the very core of my being.
My thumb ran over the gold band around my ring finger. With this ring, he’d promised to love me forever and forsake all others. I’d done the same with the ring on his finger. He had my heart, and I wanted to do this so I could give him my complete understanding too.
It started out much as Jace had told me. Ruben and Ana Lowell, gunned down by the Picollis for unknown reasons while driving to the hospital. The small business-owner and housewife were survived by Jason Bartholomew Lowell, who had no other known living relatives.
I could feel the tears welling up already. This was the moment in time that changed everything for the boy who would grow up to be my hero. This was what sent him through hell.
That was bad enough, but nothing could have prepared me for the rest of the article. Even though my heart began beating harder, I could feel the blood drain from my face.
“Kendall? What’s wrong? What is it?”
“Jace…”
“What?”
I looked up at him, then back to my laptop. My fork clattered to my plate and I could feel my extremities going numb as I fought to overcome the shock. I mumbled something and passed the laptop over to Jace. I could see when he got to the part that had just about made me faint.
Mrs. Lowell was rushed to nearby Port Magnus General, where she had been scheduled to have her baby delivered by Caesarian that morning before this heinous crime took place. A hospital representative stated that her unborn child has been successfully extracted from her womb. Although the newborn, a male, is under round-the-clock surveillance, at the time of writing he is alive, fighting for his life, but alive. With such a start, one can only wonder what kind of life that might be.
Jace stared at the screen for a long, long, time. This was a man who could stare down an army without flinching, but he looked like he’d been completely blindsided.
“Did he… make it?” Jace finally asked.
“I don’t know. Check the other article. The other attachment in the email I’ve got open.”
Jace ran his finger over the touchpad and made a few clicks, his brow furrowing as the new article loaded and he read it.
“This is the same one I found on the microfiche in that library. It doesn’t even mention my… my brother. Kendall… I’ve got to find out what happened.”
* * *
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The roar of the crowd in the arena above rose and fell with action I only caught in brief glimpses as I ducked into each of the dressing rooms. Every time a door opened, the air was hot and thick with linseed and testosterone as people buzzed around either preparing or treating fighters.
I was walking a fine line, trying to be the best employee that No Holds Barred Fighting Championship had, and trying to be invisible all at the same time. At any given moment I expected to get a tap on the shoulder and be told that, with “great” regret, they had to let me go.
Everything I did, I did it fast. Hopefully, if people saw me rushing around and keeping busy, they wouldn’t stop to think that an unqualified nineteen year old girl didn’t really have any business being anywhere near the elite athletes of the most prestigious mixed martial arts organization in the world. They wouldn’t stop to think that they could get somebody more qualified to work for less, or even nothing at all.
If Uncle Malcolm were still around, I wouldn’t have to be so scared. A lump came to my throat at the thought of him as I dodged around all the people scurrying around on their own missions down here.
He was my foot in the door with NHBFC, and I used to just follow him around and do what he said. After he disappeared, I think everybody was surprised that I turned up for work by myself, and too polite to tell me to leave.
That awkward politeness was probably wearing thin by now as the months rolled by. It was anybody’s guess as to whether it would run out before everybody just settled into the status quo, and I could breathe a little easier.
It wasn’t that I didn’t miss him, because I did. I remembered that first day, it felt like I was tearing my soul apart just getting out of bed so I could come in and do all these low-level tasks.
Uncle Malcolm was the only one who knew exactly what he had done for me, what this job meant to me. It was so much more than a paycheck. It was part of my ticket out of my own little hell. It was my one chance to be a part of the only world that had ever given me some small measure of happiness.
He knew that living under my father’s roof was breaking me, especially after Mom died. Dad had always brought the fire and brimstone to the dinner table, but it was worse after she wasn’t around.
Now this job was the only thing paying the rent at Uncle Malcolm’s apartment, and funding my studies to become a sports therapist, and I was barely getting by. If I put a single foot wrong, then the golden opportunity he gave me, the brief candle of hope that had appeared in my life, would be snuffed out.
That’s why I worked through my time of grieving, why I still worked. The police didn’t ever find a single thing. There was no closure for me, or anybody that knew him.
The crowd screamed and the entire building rumbled like an earthquake as forty thousand people jumped to their feet. Something big must have been happening in the cage, the ten-sided ring the fighters competed in.
