Billionaire's Wondrous Flight to Paradise (A BDSM Erotica Story) (2 page)

            Thomas just frowned.  "You joke, but DJ Ray and his Rude Crew have a reputation for being pretty wild.  I believe he calls it
Big Pimping
or something to that effect.  I think you do need some security on this flight."

            "Nonsense.  Go.  Happy Thanksgiving, Merry Christmas, get the hell out of here," she said, and grinned at him.  Thomas sighed deeply, shook his head, and left.  "So sweet of him to worry about me."

            Shortly after Thomas' departure, her guests began filing in.  A big, black bodyguard in a black suit and dark gray shirt and tie came in first.  Hilary knew him.  His name was Anthony Biggs, but everyone called him Big.  He was six foot six, massively built, and always seemed so angry.  Big had been one of her bodyguards for six months, before he was hired away by DJ Ray five years back.

            No one, ever, messed with Big.

            "Hey, Big.  How's life been treating you?"

            "Good enough, Miss Hilary," he said.  He always referred to everyone as Mr. or Miss and their first name.  "Mr. Jay is generous."

            Hilary could never read Big.  He had a perpetual scowl behind dark sunglasses.  Since she'd seen him last he'd shaved his head.

            Speaking of, DJ Ray led his crew in.  He was as tall as Big, though not as massively built.  He also wore sunglasses and had a shaved head.  He wore his usual black leather vest and leather pants.  His gang tattoos were prominently displayed on his thick arms, chest, and washboard belly.  A beautiful woman hung off each arm.  Hilary had met them both three weeks back in the Hamptons.  La Toya had the biggest, most gorgeous afro Hilary had ever seen, falling in tight curls halfway down her back.  She wore a yellow midriff baring corset, black leather short-shorts, and lace up ankle boots, with lots of bling.  Kendra was a hot blonde, and very much a groupie.  She wore a black leather halter top, matching micro-mini skirt, and stiletto knee boots.  Her only jewelry was a pair of gold chandelier earrings.

            "Holy shit," a tall, muscular man cried, coming to a halt with a look of astonishment on his face.  He was a good six foot four and very muscular.  Like his boss, he wore an open leather vest and showed off his gang tattoos.  "Anyone ever tell you how much you look like Wondrous Woman and her alter ego, Briana King?"

            Hilary's eyes widened.  She glanced at the open door of the plane's bedroom.  The carry-on with her costumes was at the foot of the bed.  It reminded her that Curtis made sure she brought her Wondrous Woman costume.  It seemed to be his primary concern, too.

            "Hmm," she said, and then remembered herself.  "Yes, I've been told that once or twice."

            The other men of DJ Ray's crew came in, flowing past him as he gawked at her.  They all looked at her like she was a tasty treat.  Even La Toya.  Kendra tightened her hold of DJ Ray's arm, looking more than a little threatened.

            "Please forgive Sups," DJ Ray said, his voice a deep rumble.  "He's obsessed with comic books, and especially Wondrous Woman."

            "Sups?"

            "Short for Superior Man," Sups said, showing her the comic book icon's symbol tattooed on his upper left arm.  "They call me Sups, because I'm a superior man."

            Hilary was speechless for a long moment.

            "Ah.  Good to know, Sups," she said.  She smiled at him, he got more excited, and she rolled her eyes.  "What is it about men and comic books?"  She stood up, tugged down on her mini-skirt, and looked him up and down.  "I'm not Briana King, much less her alter ego Wondrous Woman.  So your
capture
fantasy is not going to happen on this flight, Sups."

            "Wow!  You role play Wondrous Woman?  Do you have the costume?"

            "Sups!" DJ Ray barked.  "Shut up.  Leave her alone."

            "But…"

            "Enough.  Stop hounding her," the rapper said.  He turned to Hilary, "Thank you for taking us to LA.  I know it's a big inconvenience."

            Hilary waved that away as she walked up to him.  They hugged and he kissed her on the cheek.  Not an air kiss, but he kissed her fully on the cheek.  DJ Ray always did.  The first time they met he kissed her on the corner of the mouth, but that was because she turned away at the last second when she realized he was going for her lips.

           
Rappers and rock stars
, she thought. 
They all feel entitled to any woman they want.

            Before meeting her current boyfriend, Hilary dated quite a few rock stars, and wannabe rock stars.  None of those relationships lasted long, since she felt they didn't appreciate what she was giving them.  They treated her body as their due, to use and abuse as they wished.   Great sex, but they all failed to feed her emotional needs.

            Hilary turned around to find Sups waiting.  He wrapped her in his powerful arms, trapping her arms at her sides, and hugged her so tight she groaned.  It felt so good, bleeding away some of her pent up stress.  When he stroked her long hair, she unconsciously turned her face into his neck and breathed in his scent.  Sups smelled really, really good.

            And then he kissed her on the corner of her mouth.

            "Oh, my, it's…it's nice to meet you, Sups," she said, feeling discombobulated and all tingly hot inside.  She thought about the vibrator in her carry-on, and knew there would be no joy coming from there on that flight.  Maybe over the Pacific, once she was finally alone.  "Make yourself at home."

            Hilary wiggled out of his arms, and put a few feet between them.  Men like Sups were dangerous.  They made her feel vulnerable and sexy.

            "Yes.  Everyone please find a seat.  We'll be taking off as soon as the luggage is loaded up below, and I tell the pilot of our little detour," she said, heading towards the cockpit.  It occurred to her as she noticed all of those hungry eyes watching her walk by,
Cockpit?  I seem to have gotten myself stuck in a big pit of cocks.
  She glanced back at DJ Ray and Sups, both of whom were watching her butt with lusty faces. 
Big hungry cocks.

            After speaking with the flight crew, she returned to find DJ Ray on a couch with a girl snuggled up to either side.  Sups was sitting in the chair she'd sat in earlier, and the others were scattered about.

            "Okay, the pilot has to file a new flight plan, but he promises that won't take too long," she said, standing in the middle of the cabin.  "I'm afraid I don't drink when alone, so didn't bother bringing anything stronger than bottled water.  Sorry.  I can check for food, but I'm not sure there's any.  But we do have plenty of entertainment.  Movies.  TV.  We have all of the cable channels."

            "Hey, Wondie, why don't you model your Wondrous Woman costume for us?" Sups said, wagging his brows.

            That left her speechless.  The suggestion piqued everyone's interest, even Kendra's.  Hilary did some modeling at charity events, and always loved being the center of attention as men and women ogled her.  Well, the men ogled her, and the women coveted the designer clothes she was modeling.  So Sups' suggestion had some appeal to her, as well, but she knew deep down that it would just lead to…trouble.

            The very thought of the kind of trouble she'd find herself in left her mind numb and body raging.  Juices flowed, making her twat throb and ache.  She did not do chaste well, and ten weeks was a record for her.

            "Well now, Sups, you know that would just lead to me getting my butt captured," she said, putting way more sexual oomph into her voice than she meant.  As his excitement spiked, her eyes widened and her mouth went dry.  His eyes caught and held hers, and it was electric.  It wasn't easy to break free of it.  "Oh my.  Is it hot in here?  Let me check the thermostat back in the bedroom."

            Sups reached out and patted her butt as she passed, "Tell Wondrous Woman to be careful, Briana King, since this plane if full of evil, wicked white slavers."

            That sucked the air out of her lungs.  She walked into the bedroom on unsteady legs and closed the door.  Hilary felt her face heating up, knowing it was terribly rude to leave her guests and then close the door.  But she needed some alone time to pull herself back together.

           
That man is making me crazy
, she thought.  Her eyes fell on the carry-on.  She licked her lips, and felt tremors deep in her belly.  Crossing her legs, she squeezed her achy pussy and squirmed as sexy super heroine in peril scenario after scenario raced through her mind.  Hogtied in just the tiara and boots while DJ Ray banged her from behind and Sups forced her to give him deep throat.  La Toya and Kendra holding her down, kissing and fondling her while the men lined up and gangbanged her stupid.  When the jet started to taxi, she was able to shake herself out of those sexy fantasies. 
No.  No.  No.  I must be strong.  I've never cheated in my life.

            Then a vision filled her mind of a sexy young Hawaiian beauty in nothing but coconut bra and grass skirt, kneeling and giving Curtis a blowjob while he spoke on the phone with her.

            Something stirred deep within as her jet stopped.  She glanced out the window to find they were on the runway, about to take off.  She knew she had to get to a seat and get buckled in, but she reached for her carry-on instead.  As the jet began racing down the runway, she opened the carry-on and pulled out a red stiletto boot.  It had a white stripe up the front, and a red sole.  Christian Louboutin custom made it just for her.

            When the nose lifted and they became airborne, Hilary was pushed to her back upon the bed.  A wicked smile spread across her face.  She kicked off her pumps, and struggled to sit up.  First she put on the boots, then she shed the designer suit.

            "I'm probably going to regret this," she whispered, and slid the blue, star-spangled thong bottoms of the sexed up version of her Wondrous Woman costume up her long legs.  The tight, red corset top, with shiny gold trim and decorations, was much harder to put on, but she finally got it zipped up in back.  After adjusting her breasts so they were displayed to the sexiest max, she put on the wide bracelets and golden "power" belt.  Her golden, magic lasso hung off the belt.  Finally, she put on the golden tiara, with the iconic red ruby front and center, and looked herself over.  "I'm dressed to thrill."

            After putting on her brightest red lipstick, she called the cockpit.  Hilary advised them to stay in their area and do not disturb her or her guest for any reason short of an emergency.

            Hilary hesitated with her hand on the doorknob.  She took a deep, steadying breath.  Her super heroine capture sexplay with Curtis was always very intense, so she could only imagine what it would be like with eight men and two women.  Her skin was already prickling with sweat.  Hilary's belly quivered, all hot, mushy, and fluttery.

            Snatching the door open, before she could change her mind, Hilary stepped out into the cabin as Wondrous Woman.  She felt energized and alive, and so damned sexy as they just gawked at her.  Strutting to the middle of the cabin, she gave them her most fierce look, all full of disapproval and righteous contempt.

            "Know fear, evildoers," she declared.  "Wondrous Woman is here."

            "Oh my God!" Sups cried.

            "That's right, Sups," she said, stepping over to him and striking a haughty pose, hands on hips, chin high, chest thrust out.  "Your big pimping days are over.  You have used and abused, and forced into vile prostitution your last beautiful young woman."

            "That remains to be seen, Wondrous Woman," Sups said, standing and taking an aggressive stance.  He covertly motioned to the two women with the rapper.  "You're not the first super heroine to make the mistake of challenging us.  A dozen of your costumed sisters are now languishing in sexual slavery in Third World brothels, selling their sweet round butts to any man with enough cash."

            Kendra and La Toya looked a little doubtful, but dutifully crept around behind Wondrous Woman.  She dismissed the two delicate beauties, as a powerful, invincible super heroine would.  The other men were all clearly excited, and knew they were going to get between her legs, but most seemed unsure what to do next.  Sups didn't have that problem.

            "How dare you!  You'll pay dearly for your crimes, miscreant."

            The rapper's two playthings each grabbed an arm.  Wondrous Woman gasped, and then growled as she struggled within their grasp.  She made those girls work for it, by really trying hard to break free.

            "Take her belt off!" DJ Ray called.  "That'll de-power her!"

            Kendra reached for the two-snap closure at the small of Wondrous Woman's back.  The sexy super heroine was able to break free of the blonde's remaining hand, but La Toya released her arm and grabbed the belt.  There was a brief struggle, but the belt came loose.

            "I got it!" La Toya cried, and tossed it away when Wondrous Woman tried to take it back.

            "Ah!  Curse you all!" Wondrous Woman cried when Kendra slipped an arm through the super heroine's elbows, and held her arms back tightly.  La Toya stepped up close, and faked punching her in the belly a few times.  "Ugh!  Ugh!  Stop it!  Ugh!  I demand you release me this instant!"

            La Toya palmed her pubic mount, "The only thing we're going to release is your libido,
Wondrous Bitch."

            Her other hand reached up and flipped Wondrous Woman's breast cups down and exposed her naked tits.  There was an audible gasp from the men, and she felt the sexual tension intensify in the cabin.  Biting her lip, the beautiful super heroine looked around the cabin at all of the lusty faces.  She couldn't breathe for a long moment, heart pounding as visions of gangbanging filled her mind.

            "Kiss her," DJ Ray said.