Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

was a tactic I had used before, "I meant as a man who orders people to kill others and does bad things." The wine was getting to me.
    He studied my face as I answered. Seeming satisfied, he nonchalantly spoke, "How did you think someone like me would look?"
    "Like the fat man in the white suit, or Bin Laden, or Rush Limbaugh."
    He grimaced, "The white suit went out with the mullet and Bin Laden wore his beard far too long. If I do a beard it's always groomed and stylish."
    I shook my head, "I have never seen you with a beard. You were so baby-faced as a boy."
    He was up and out of the chair far faster than I would have imagined him able to move. He undid my seatbelt and dragged me to the back of the plane. He opened a door and dragged me in, slamming the door shut, "What do you remember of me from before?"
    I stuttered, "I-I-I re-re-remember you from be-be-before, as a k-k-kid. M-m-maybe twenty-five."
    He looked into my eyes with scrutinizing severity. He towered over me. I didn’t dare look around the small space. I stayed with him , let him lock my gaze .
    "You remember me from before?" he sounded confused.
    "When I worked—before the kids, I followed you for a time. They always knew you would outgrow your arms dealing, when you took over the company from your father. I knew who you were when we met. I had watched you for a couple years." He was killing my wine buzz.
    He licked his lips and lessened his vice-grip hold on me. My skin burned where he touched it. He looked at the welt on my wrist as he let go. He took a deep breath and chuckled. His face was a mixture of relief and confusion. I was a mess. I trembled and tried to back up, but I was against the counter in the bathroom. Why had he pulled me down there? Why had he not roughed me up in front of Steve?
    "What did I say about lying to me?" he asked softly.
    My stomach dropped, “I swear—I never lied. You never asked if I remembered you.”
    His hands trailed up my back, pulling me into him. He cradled me against him. I didn’t know what to make of it. He was insane, that much was clear.
    He released me and reached for the door, but the jet took off. He was thrown against the wall behind him, with me pressed into his chest.
    He smirked at the helpless state of me. His hands roamed my back, eventually cupping my ass and lifting me up into his lips. I pressed on his chest, fighting the whole way but he won out, with the plane pushing me into him and the considerable difference in our strength.
    His mouth owned mine. His hands lifted my skirt, grabbing handfuls of ass cheek, as his tongue slid into my mouth. I felt him harden against my belly. He ground himself against me, rubbing me into him.
    He swung us around and sat on the toilet. My legs draped over his lap, as his mouth roamed my neck. He kissed and sucked, nibbling at my tender skin. His huge hands rotated my pelvis against his, forcing a lap dance out of me.
    His soft lips nipped at my shoulder as he dragged my blouse to the side.
    I shook my head, "I can't do this."
    He looked up from the buttons on my blouse and shook his head, "I didn’t ask you for your opinion. I told you I own everything, Evie. Right now that includes your pussy."
    I gasped as a feverish heat claimed my entire face. He sucked the air from me with his kiss. It was passionate and demanding.
    He stood up with me in his arms, and placed me on the counter, with the pressure of the plane pushing him into me. He dropped to his knees and lifted my skirt. He pulled my panties to the side and licked hard. I cried out, gripping his head. He pulled at my clit in short, fast sucks and then licked the length of me, sticking his tongue inside.
    I bucked forward but he held me in place. He started the sucking spurts again and I lost the battle. I let go of his head and leaned back into the wall. I let him lick and tongue-fuck me. Every inch of me was on fire, when I felt his finger at the entrance of my pussy. I cried out a second time as he thrust his thick finger inside. I was well lubed from the near orgasmic state I was in. His finger moved with his tongue flicks, sending me over the edge. My body clenched down on him, just as he slid a second finger in. He pumped me with his fingers bringing me to climax.
    I made a sound I'd never heard leave my lips, as even my ass clenched. I felt it in my toes, but before I could even finish it, he was standing between my thighs and sliding his cock head up and down the length of me. He pushed