Locura

I had a reputation for collecting anything that held rare and intricate beauty. Stunning old homes restored to their former glory, foreign cars with sleek lines and perfectly imperfect engines that could be heard from miles away, ambitious women who never let the stars in their eyes dim for any man who dared to close them. I mostly craved for oddities, trinkets and paintings everyone dismissed with quick glances and poor taste.

That's how I knew I had to have her.

Everything about the voluptuous brunette with the tattoo of an anchor on her wrist captured my attention and heightened my libido to the fullest extent. I had about an hour before this private jet landed to satisfy my curiosity, but that was an ample amount of time to get what I wanted. I wasn't the kind of man who worried about closing a deal, although I suspected she was one sale I had to actually work for in order to enjoy it in the end.

She didn't seem like the type to be distracted by the money in my pocket. I say this only because the gentlemen I've been consulting with for the last two hours have all tried their best to tempt her with their own blank checks in exchange for a quick fuck in the bathroom. She refused them of course, pushing them towards sexual frustration rather than away from it like they'd hoped. So they dismissed her, forcing her to do tedious and unnecessary tasks to compensate for her rejection. Shattered and embarrassed egotistical males at their best.

No. It was going to take something other than gifts and promises to get this woman to let me into her magnetic orbit. And I had just the thing that might earn me the chance to at least get a taste of her full crimson lips.

I could've asked the pilot what the pretty flight attendant's name was, but I didn't want formalities to ruin this for me. I was a busy man with a restless spirit who had nothing but lonely lights at home to offer this woman. I wanted her to know that. I wanted her to know that men like me could remain self-aware and still make her cum continuously at the same time.

I excused myself from the dull conversation between me and my business partners and headed towards the kitchenette near the back of the jet. A dirty brown curtain separated this section and the seating area and I was relieved by it. I could have a brief moment with the flight attendant without prying eyes making her nervous enough to shy away from me.

I found her sitting on the carpet by the bar, her nose buried in a book, perfectly shaped eyebrows furrowing as her eyes combed through each and every word she was processing throughout each page. The title of the book was French in origin, thin enough to be a book of poetry, as I suspected it was since we'd just left Paris not too long ago. The city had an ambiance fitted for romance, but nothing compared to the softness of this woman's plush and creamy skin. I could practically feel her warmth against my body without touching it and it was making my throbbing shaft that much more painful.

"Do you need any help translating?" I offered, and she abruptly stood up from the carpet, straightening her uniform while picking up the poetry book she'd dropped onto the floor.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't be..." she began but I was too busy noticing the soft curves of her cheeks and the pink tint on her flushed pale cheeks to decipher what she was saying.

"When was the last time anyone rubbed your feet?" I asked the flustered attendant bluntly, her cheeks growing a deeper shade of red as the confusion spread across her face when I got onto my knees and waited.

"Please get up, sir. This is embarrassing enough for me," she claimed with soft wind chimes in her voice and a light and airy perfume to match. She smelled like the perfect spring afternoon in Paris and I wanted nothing more than to drown in her scent for however long she permitted me to.

"Where I come from, we take care of our women. In every way possible," I clarified, pinning her gaze as I signaled for her to step out of her painful heels so I could rub her swollen feet. She hesitated, of course. She was cautious in nature, not easily persuaded by pretty words and it only made me want to worship her even more.

"I'd rather not end up on your list of conquests," she retreated, but swallowed hard when I made my shocked expression obvious. "If you don't mind, sir."

"I'm merely asking you to do your job. Which is to tend to my needs. And right now, my needs are to tend to yours," I explained swiftly, forcing another look of caution to cloud her gaze. I let her make the next move. She seemed to appreciate it and granted me permission to touch her feet after pulling them free from her heels.

As I already suspected, her skin was as soft as the rose petals I liked to pour over the beautiful women who never stayed until morning in my bed. She was trying hard not to give in to my touch, but by the time I'd gotten to her other foot, her hand had made its way to my shoulder, and my lips had made their way to the tattoo on her wrist. She trembled as she shook off the tension in her body while I kissed my way up her arm, and stood up.

I did nothing more and nothing less after that. I simply held my face less than an inch away from hers, inhaling her scent one final time before this dance began, and headed back towards the dirty brown curtain dividing us from our guests.

"Is this how they end up heartbroken? All the women you've fucked and left behind without a single afterthought?" she questioned and I wished I could say her assumption didn't matter to me, that whatever conclusions she'd made or rumors she'd heard about me held no value. No one's opinions ever mattered before and they shouldn't now. Somehow, hers resonated in me and it was enough to make me want to find out what else she thought of me.

"You seem to be under the wrong impression that I'm the one writing the goodbye letters."

"You hold the pen and paper in your hands. You have all the control anyone with your means could ask for. And yet you claim you're the lonely one?" she added skeptically and it sparked something inside me I hadn't felt in a long time. Passion. The raw, sensual, and uncontrollable kind I could never resist. There was something to be said about a woman who could still look you in the eye after knowing your best kept secret. She gave me the impression she'd looked into the most malevolent of souls and managed to make it through unscathed, but not without unforgettable scars to remind her of them.

"Maybe I know I have nothing but money and pleasure to give these women you speak of."

"Then I'd say you're even more full of shit than I thought," she answered honestly, with soft and subtle determination in her voice, compelling me enough to rejoin her and close the distance between us. I stood there before her, shoving my hands in my pockets because I knew exactly where they wanted to go and I didn't want her to see me lose the self control she was determined to provoke with her alluring smile.

"I'm sure you've broken more than your fair share of hearts. Especially with those eyes of yours. Brisk and rich in color and expression but also compassionate and tender enough to let people know they can trust you. A rare combination you should maintain in my opinion."

"I never asked for it," she corrected as sharp as she possibly could before her gaze traveled down towards my lips and continued until they caught sight of the straining bulge forming inside my pants. Her breath caught the moment the mild turbulence forced her body to crash into mine. I caught her in my arms, and she held no sign of her wanting me to let her go. She reached down into my pants to palm my cock instead, holding my gaze while doing so, coercing me to surrender to her attractive and hostile whims of seduction. I dipped my fingers into her dark curls and lifted her face up before I leaned down to taste the lips I'd been fantasizing about since the moment I boarded the jet. They tasted like bitter coffee and caramel and I simply couldn't get enough.

My addiction to her grew when I managed to reach up her skirt and into her soaking wet panties. Her core was drenched with liquid desire and I smiled against the skin on her neck when she whimpered for more. I teased at her clit, flicking and circling until I had her writhing against my palm. I was forced to remove her eager hand out of my own pants, pinning it to the bathroom door before we entered through it and I closed it behind us. I hoisted her up against the small sink and got on my knees once again, spreading her legs until I could see her opening dripping and glistening for me.

I moaned the second my tongue swirled over her clit, her thighs trembling against me as I continued to suckle gently at every last drop of self control she had left and left her at my mercy. Once her fingers weaved into my hair and tugged, I began to drown myself in her nectar, licking and sucking at her sensitive nub until her body became limp from her raging orgasm. I wanted no pleasure from her in return. Hearing her fall apart for me was priceless and I had to hear it a million times more before this plane landed.

I began to turn her around, weaving my fingers through her hair as I massaged her scalp and used my free hand to palm her breasts over her uniform. They fit perfectly in my hand and I could feel her nipples hardening through the fabric, peaking with delight while her soft moans began to fill the thick air around us.

She wanted nothing more than to have me fuck her from behind—that much was clear when she began to rub her rear against the prominent tent at the front of my slacks growing larger by the minute. I wanted her body relaxed for this final blow, completely at ease before I left her with the aftermath of this sexual escapade.

It was me who couldn't remember how to breathe when her gaze found mine in the mirror before us, just as she reached behind her and sprung my cock free from its restraints. I tugged at her hair rough enough to make her gasp and bite her lower lip. I could hear that sound of sudden gratification all day long and it pained me to know I might never see this woman again.

For now, I focused on hiking up her skirt, keeping her stare steady with my own as my hands took grip of her firm behind and the tip of my shaft began to tease her from behind. I could barely contain myself when I finally slipped inside of her sodden opening. The friction of her inner walls rubbing and tightening over my cock was enough to bring me to my knees and surrender to her completely. I braced my hand on the wall behind the mirror and slowly eased myself in and out of her wet mound, plunging in deeper and deeper inside of her core until I had no choice but to increase my pace.

The urge to fill her consumed me entirely and I pumped in and out of her until her treacherous nature consumed her and she bent over the sink for me, spreading her legs wider, giving me a much better angle. I slowed down then, and focused on anything else but cumming inside of her. And even then, I couldn't get rid of the desire to wake up to this woman for the rest of my lonely life.

My days were often filled with nothing but business meetings and monotonous conversations in different parts of the world. Granted, I'd made sure to take in the sights and spend the nights inside beautiful women in every city I landed on, but none of them held my interest long enough to add them to my eccentric collection of precious belongings.

This woman was peculiar and rare and I had to keep her. For as long as she allowed me to.

"I want you to be mine. For however long you feel comfortable with," I whispered into her ear as I fucked her slowly, restraining myself from losing control until she gave me an answer.

"I'm not something that can be kept, nor property you could own with the snap of your fingers."

"I'm willing to work for it. For you," I clarified, grunting loudly the moment she decided to force me into increasing my pumps by rolling her hips, her inner walls sucking me deeper into her.

"What if I decide to leave you high and dry this time?" she countered breathlessly, when I tugged at her hair hard enough to make her groan out loud and writhe her body convulsively against my own.

"Nothing I own can compare to having this, having you, every night and every day," I started and swallowed hard when I felt her tighten her inner walls purposely around my cock, forcing me into an orgasm I wasn't prepared to consume just yet, pushing me to let go of my restraint and lose myself completely inside of her. My hands held her hips steady as I fucked her, thrusting deeper and deeper inside of her, while my fingers wrapped around and reached for her swollen and sensitive clit. She was at the peak of sexual desperation, ready to be filled with the fruits of this encounter and I intended on giving them to her as I circled her clit while I plunged in and out of her, pounding harder and faster until we both came in unison.

Our bodies shook with nothing but sweat and sexual gratification, our gazes meeting once again in the mirror before us, forcing us to stew in the aftermath of our unexpected and titillating chemistry.

"I'll agree to your terms on one condition," she stated after catching her breath and I slipped out of her, watching her carefully as she turned to face me.

"And that is?"

"You'll be mine in return."

I never belonged in anyone's collection before. I was often seen as emotionally anorexic and the request alone would usually have fire alarms going off inside my head, warning me to steer clear and slip away. This time it didn't. This time, I wanted nothing more than to be whatever this woman needed me to be for her. A friend. A lover. The title didn't matter as long as I had her and she wanted me in return.

"Knowing your name and why you have the symbol of an anchor tattooed on your wrist is part of mine," I teased and her sly smile forced my previously weakened heart muscle to grow even stronger.

"Locura. My name is Locura. And this tattoo? That's another story you can fuck out of me when we land," she retorted flirtatiously as she fixed her uniform then washed her hands. I couldn't stop marveling at her as I watched her leave the bathroom and smile because she knew I'd just figured out her scheme. I suspected this had been her plan all along. Allowing me to think I'd gotten to her when the other's couldn't, letting me think this seduction was all my doing when in reality she'd been planning it the moment we set eyes on each other.

This woman was going to be the end of me. I already felt it in my bones and I couldn't wait for her to burn me to the ground.

"You've got yourself a deal, Locura."