Ricardo's POV
I watch as Lana's eyes dart around the private plane. She's a beautiful woman, there's no denying that. But there's also no denying the disdain in her eyes, like she's plotting her escape as we speak. I smirk as I take a sip of my whiskey still staring her down. She sat opposite me with a table dividing us.
It's the first time she's left the secret mansion. The first time she's stepped outside since she became mine. I knew she didn't want to come, but what she wanted never mattered. She belongs to me, and if I decide she's coming to Mexico, then she's coming to Mexico.
Still, she looks at me like if she had a vial of aconite in her hands, she wouldn't hesitate to poison me. The thought of it makes me smirk. She's always had fire, even when she was shackled in my world. And here? Outside my secret mansion, she's burning hotter than ever.
I take another sip of my drink, waiting to see if she'll break the silence. But she doesn't, so I do it.
"You know, Lana," I say. "I didn't take you for the adventurous type."
She rolls her eyes. "I didn't have much of a choice, did I?" she says with annoyance.
I chuckle as I lean back in my seat. She coffs, turning her head towards the other direction. I let my gaze travel down her body, taking in the curves of her breasts and the flare of her hips. I can feel my cock hardening in my pants, and I know I have to fuck her.
"Come here, Lana," I say huskily.
She hesitates for a moment, but then she stands up and walks over to me. She stops in front of me, with her legs brushing against mine.
"What do you want, Ricardo?" she asks.
I reach down towards her bare legs and caress them. "I want to taste you, Lana. I want to feel your body against mine as I make you scream my name."
She swallows a lump in her throat at my words, but I can see the desire in her eyes. She wants this just as much as I do. I stand up to meet her, reaching up to undo the buttons of her blouse. She shivers at my touch, and I smile.
I push her blouse aside, revealing her lacy bra. I can see her nipples harden, and I can't resist any longer. I lean forward and take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and biting gently. She moans, and her hands tangle in my hair as she holds me close.
I continue to tease her nipples as my fingers trace patterns on her skin. She's writhing with pleasure, and her breath comes in short gasps. I hear my cock begging to be inside her. But I want to make her scream first. I want to make her beg for it.
I trail my fingers down her body, slipping them under the waistband of her pants. She's wet, soaking wet.
"Fuck…" I groan at the warmth of her pussy. "Take it off." I order her to take her panties off, and she obeys.
I slip a finger inside her, and she gasps. I add a second finger, curling them to hit that spot that I know will drive her wild. She's moaning loudly now, and her nails are digging into my shoulders.
"Ricardo, please," she gasps.
I smile as I pull my fingers out of her. I undo my pants, letting them fall to the floor. My cock springs free, hard and ready for her.
I lift her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I fuck her, hard and deep. She cries out, with her head falling back as I fuck her. It's rough and violent, just how I like it. She's moaning and gasping as her nails dig into my back.
I can feel myself getting closer. But I want her to cum first. I reach down and start to rub her clit in fast circles. She cries out but she doesn't cum or squirt. Though I can feel her pussy clenching around my cock. I can't hold back any longer, and I cum hard, filling her with my seed.
"Fuck!" I yell, frustrated.
I drop her on the seat, confused and breathing ragged. She uses her elbow for support as she asks me. "What? What happened?"
I hesitate before talking, rubbing my temples and pacing back and forth with annoyance. "I came before you."
Lana doesn't get it. "What?"
I chuckle. What the fuck am I doing, explaining myself to Lana. She knows I don't last long, she knows she makes me last longer than I expect. Telling her I came too fast before she could cum will only add more ego to her head.
I look over at her. "Let's go get ourselves cleaned."
As Lana stands up so we can both head for the restroom, the flight attendant mistakenly walks in on butt naked.
"Shit Mr. Ricardo, I'm so sorry." She apologizes immediately and excuses herself.
After dressing up, we head to the restroom and I finish before her. I leave to have my seat. When she's done, she walks towards me, straightening her posture and sitting down opposite me. She takes a sip of the wine in front of her and she clears her throat.
"Why are we going to Mexico?" She asks with a straight face.
I take a huge gulp of my wine and stand. Her body stiffens as I move, but she doesn't turn her head when I come to stand behind her. I reach down, brushing my fingers against her cheek, tilting her face slightly towards me.
"Wipe that frown off your face, pretty girl," I murmur. "You're coming to Mexico with Ricardo Borrelli. I don't want people thinking I brought a sex slave with me."
Lana laughs. "A sex slave?" she repeats. She finally looks up at me. "Isn't that exactly what I am?"
I chuckle. "No. Sex slaves don't enjoy having sex with their owners. You on the other hand, it's like you always want it but you can't find the courage to say, 'Ricardo, I want you to fuck me.' "
She scoffs.
"Sex slaves don't enjoy the luxury I give you," I continue as my fingers trail down her jaw. "There's a difference."
Lana flinches as my thumb brushes over her lips, but she doesn't pull away. I tip her chin up further, forcing her to look at me.
"You still haven't told me why I'm here." She says.
I smirk. "Because I have something important to do in Mexico."
"And?"
"And…" I lean in slightly, whispering in her ears. "I brought you along because I didn't want to miss you."
Lana scoffs. She was unimpressed.
"I like seeing your face," I add. "It keeps me entertained."
She's visibly angered by my statement. So, I stroke her cheek once more, letting my fingers linger, but before she can snap at me again, I hear a voice crackle through the intercom.
"Señor Borrelli, we'll be landing shortly."
Lana exhales as if she is relieved, but I don't move away just yet. Instead, I press my palm against her cheek, with both my thumb grazing the corner of her mouth. I force a smile on her as I say.
"Buenos días, mi amor. Bienvenido a México."
I grin. This is going to be fun.