Hans reaches around my waist and starts to undo my pants.
“You’re going to have to hold still and stay quiet.” He tugs the zipper down. “If you can’t do that, I won’t let you finish.”
I nod my head, agreeing to whatever he wants, as he works my pants and underwear down my hips, stopping with the material bunched just below the juncture of my thighs.
Hans clicks his tongue. “Little Girl, what have you done to yourself?”
I feel his breath a moment before he presses a soft kiss to the center of my butt cheek.
A tickling sensation dances up my spine at the tender touch, but I stay still.
I can hear him shift behind me, but I’ve dropped my head forward so I can’t see what he’s doing.
A fingertip traces a pattern across my skin, then it ghosts down my crack, toward my entrance, without applying any pressure.
My legs are pressed together, but with the way I’m presenting myself to him, he can see my core. So I’m sure he can see how ready I am.
“Remember,” Hans whispers. “Stay still. And stay quiet.”
Even covered with blinds, the thin window does nothing to dampen the sound of the men on the other side.
I nod my head.
“Hand over your mouth, Butterfly.”
The bratty part of me wants to argue that I can stay quiet on my own. But the needy part of me wants to do whatever it will take for him to hurry up and put his dick in me.
I put my hand over my mouth, and Hans rubs his finger against my slit just as he pours water over the sole of my foot.
It’s cold. And I jerk at the shock, my body shifting forward, but at the same time, Hans shoves two fingers inside me.
Involuntarily, I make a sound between a moan and a cry, and I press my hand harder against my mouth.
Water splashes over my other foot, but the fingers inside of me stay put.
I squeeze my eyes shut. The mixture of arousal and discomfort swirls, making me even hotter.
“My poor girl,” Hans murmurs behind me, sliding his fingers in and out of me.
There’s a click, and I assume he’s opening the first aid kit.
“You’re doing so good.” His fingers push deeper. “Just keep holding still.”
There’s a sharp zing of pain in the heel of my foot, and I wince.
“Shh.” Hans leans forward and presses another kiss to my skin.
His fingers keep working, and my mind is fogging over so I hardly feel the next few pieces being pulled from my feet.
“Just one more, Butterfly.” He sinks his fingers in until I can feel his knuckles pressed against me. Then he pushes another finger, his thumb, between my folds and rubs against my clit.
I bite down on my palm as a moan rolls out of me, and Hans pulls the piece from my foot. Something drops to the floor, and I imagine it was some sort of tweezers.
“Good girl. That’s my good girl.” He splashes water on my feet again, and this time, I clench around him. “One more bad part left, then I’ll make it all better. I promise.”
I squeeze my eyes shut even tighter.
I don’t know much about first aid, but I’m certain some sort of painful antiseptic is next.
“Hold still, remember?”
I nod again, beyond words.
The thumb against my clit pulls away, and I feel Hans’s fingers twist inside me.
Then his thumb is on the other side of my entrance, pushing my wetness up between my cheeks until he’s pressing against my rear entrance.
He rubs his thumb in a little circle. “Wish there was some lube in this first aid kit.” He applies more pressure. “When you’re feeling better, I’m going to claim this ass.” I moan louder than before. And I hear Hans unbuckling his belt. “When I do, you’ll take all of me.” I arch my back and push against him. “You’ll take every inch of my cock in this ass, and you’ll like it.”
I remember how good it felt the first time we were together. How good it felt to have his finger there.
“Take a deep breath for me.”
I do.
And as I’m inhaling, more liquid is splashed over my feet. It stings so badly tears form in the corners of my closed eyes, and I want to whimper. But then he pushes his thumb into me and jiggles his fingers inside me, and I can no longer feel the pain, only the pleasure.
“Such a good girl.” I feel his knees on the outside of my own as he gets closer. “My perfect Butterfly.”
The fingers inside my pussy spread, stretching me, and then something else, something bigger and blunter, pushes between them.
Hans pulls his fingers free from my channel as he pushes his hips forward, inch by inch, until his entire cock is inside me.
He groans, low and deep, and my pussy starts to throb.
“Fuck.” He slides out, his thumb mimicking his motion.
He slides back in.
“Hans.” I can’t stop myself from crying his name.
He brings his free hand around the front of my body until his fingers brush against my clit.
“We’re gonna practice for that baby now, okay, Cassandra?”
“Yes. Please,” I whisper into the floor.
“Your pussy is gonna suck the cum right out of me.”
Another slow pull out, but when he presses back in, he thrusts his hips hard.
My body bounces with the motion, but the arm hooked around my hips, the one with the fingers rubbing against my clit, holds me in place.
“You’re gonna sit on my lap, leaking my release out of your pretty little slit the whole plane ride home.” The finger in my ass pushes deeper, and I know he can feel his dick through the thin barrier as he thrusts in again. “And when we get home, I’m going to learn how to take that birth control out of your arm myself.”
He increases the pressure on my clit, and I start to tremble.
“And I’m going to remove it while I’m buried inside you.” His voice is so rough I know he’s just as close as I am. “We’re not going to waste another drop.”
His words are so filthy.
And I’m so close.
“Tell me you understand.”
I nod again, but I can’t form words anymore. All that comes out is a cry.
“Come for me, Butterfly. Flutter that pussy around my cock and pull me with you.”
He rolls my clit between his fingers, and I drag him over the edge with me, just like he told me to.
