[Whispering Dom]

Part 13

They have a window and an aisle seat. She sits by the window. It seems like they sit there for ages, but eventually the doors are closed, the plane rolls slowly out and heads for the runway. The captain makes an announcement, saying they are next in line to depart, she takes Harry’s hand and holds it as she hears the engines start to roar, and she’s pushed back in her seat, and then they are away.

The cabin crew serve drinks and a meal shortly after take off. It’s noisy, the roar of the engines constant. She looks out of the window as the sky darkens. She feels herself getting chilly, perhaps they’ve turned the air conditioning down, so she unwraps the blanket that had been on her seat and snuggles underneath it. The cabin crew take the remains of the dinner away, and she kicks her shoes off and reclines her seat. Harry sits next to her, still nursing a glass of wine.

The cabin lights dim. Still she gazes out into the night sky. She’s feeling sleepy, the vodka from earlier doing its thing, she closes the blind of the window, and tries to get comfy in her seat under her blanket. She sees the cabin crew walking through, looking into every row of seats, and then all is still. She looks at Harry. He’s reclined his seat a bit, but seems to be just sitting there looking into the darkness of the cabin, a smile on his face. She smiles. Yes, he does drive her crazy, but oh how she adores him…

She can feel her eyes getting heavy, and gives herself to sleep.


She wakes, feeling someone shaking her arm. She opens her eyes groggily. The vodka before the flight had been a double, it had certainly helped her sleep. She looks up and sees Harry leaning towards her.

“What is it Harry?” she asks. “Is something wrong?” She has a sudden surge of panic, is something wrong with the plane? But no, everything seems normal, the cabin lights still dimmed, stillness but for the roar of the jet engines outside. He leans towards her.

“Take your jeans off Taylor” he says, keeping his face close to hers so he doesn’t have to shout.

“What?”

“You heard me Taylor.” He pauses. “Take your jeans off.” She shakes her head.

“No Harry. Don’t be silly. We’re on an airplane, surrounded by hundreds of people.” she hisses angrily.

“I know, and they are all asleep.” He looks at her, his eyes insistent. “Do it Taylor. Now.” She looks into his eyes. Fuck, he’s serious. She shakes her head, this is madness. “You’re under a blanket Taylor. No one will know.” She gulps. But he’s her Dom… She puts her hands under the blanket, and slowly undoes her jeans. She looks around the cabin, no movement. Her heart beating faster in her chest she pushes them down.

“All the way?” she asks, her voice trembling. “Off?” She sees him nod. She pushes them further, past her knees, then uses her feet to push them off her legs. They fall onto the floor, under the blanket. She looks at him. What now? Surely he’s not going to make her masturbate, here on the plane, or worse, make her edge again.

“Good girl,” he says quietly. She feels him slip his hand under her blanket and gently stroke her leg. “Now your panties…” Her eyes go wide.

“No Harry. Please…” But his eyes drill into her. It’s what he wants. With a silent whimper, she pulls her panties down, and kicks them off to lie with her jeans.

She feels Harry’s hand slide up her leg and gently push between her legs. She spreads them for him, her heart pounding in her chest. What if someone catches them like this? They’d be arrested, she’s sure. But even so, her arousal from the earlier edging has surged back to the surface, she’s incredibly turned on. Harry is running his fingers up and down her lips, very slowly. Fuck it feels good. Suddenly he pushes between them and she spasms as he runs them over her clit. He starts to masturbate her slowly. She shudders and shakes her head. This cannot be happening, she must be dreaming.

“Take your blouse and bra off Taylor.” She looks at him, shocked. She shakes her head.

“No Harry. Please, don’t make me do that, please.”

“Now Taylor. You’re underneath a blanket, nobody will know. I want you naked.” She shakes her head again.

“Please Harry…” but she can see him staring at her, willing her to do his bidding. With trembling hands she reaches beneath the blanket and unbuttons the blouse. She wriggles around, letting it fall off her shoulders, and pushes it off her arms. She’s shaking, Harry is looking at her, his eyes never leaving her. With a quiet sob, she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, then shrugs it off her shoulders. She pulls the blanket tightly around her naked body.

“Good girl” he whispers into her ear.

Harry’s hand resumes its probing, gently stroking. She’s wet. Despite the fear, despite the fact she’s stark naked in an airplane with people sitting just a few feet away from her. She sobs and spasms at the same time as Harry once again runs his fingers over her clit. She closes her eyes, huddled under the blanket, but she knows he’ll make her cum, at least she hopes so. Another edge would be torture. He knows exactly how to pleasure her. She feels his hand leave her pussy and run gently up her body pushing her arms out of the way, stroking and caressing her breast, brushing her painfully erect nipple. She lets out a low moan.

His hand returns between her legs gently caressing her. She looks at him, her Dom. “Please don’t edge me again Harry. Please…” she whispers. She sees him smile at her, his eyes gazing at her through the gloom.

She shudders as he resumes stroking her, masturbating her, she lays back, she surrenders to him, she’ll cum, because he wants her to, and because she needs it now after all his previous teasing. She spreads her legs wider under the blanket, laying back in her seat. She closes her eyes, she’s very close, and she knows it’s going to be powerful after her earlier edging. Was this what he had planned? She lets out a quiet moan, and bites her tongue to stop herself crying out.

Suddenly she feels the blanket slipping off her. She opens her eyes wide, gasps. Harry has pulled it off her. She’s completely naked and exposed. She nearly screams out in shock and fear, but manages to stop herself as she spasms again. Fuck, she’s going to cum. She looks at Harry with wide, scared eyes as he continues to stroke her, faster now, but it’s too late, her climax is building fast. She bites her tongue hard to stop herself crying out, and then she cums. She closes her eyes as the waves of orgasm wash over her and her body shudders with the release and turns her face to the side of the plane. A second wave takes her, and she shudders again, and then his hand is gone, and her body sags, limp and spent. She’s gasping for breath, and then she feels the blanket covering her again.

She shakes her head, then turns her face to look at Harry. He’s gazing at her, smiling, and the look on his face washes away the fear and shock she had been feeling. God damn him, how does he do this to her? Slowly she looks around the plane, sure she will see horrified faces glaring at her. But other than the roar of the engines, everything is still and dark. She looks across the aisle, everybody asleep. She takes a deep breath.

“God that was beautiful.” It’s Harry, his face close to her, whispering. She looks at him. “I wish you could have seen yourself…” She rolls her eyes and shakes her head, but she feels herself smiling, happy that he is pleased. “I think you’d better get dressed again Taylor.” He says quietly. Then he smiles at her. “Although if it were me, I’d never let you put on clothes again…” She blushes as she starts to find her clothes and put them back on without being noticed. Yes she thinks. That’s how you compliment a woman…