Dom Vadim's Vow

Kink

Arriving to the airport they drove directly up to the stairs of a private jet, and she complained, “don’t we need to go through customs?”

“They will come to us, and I swear if you make one f*****g comment about me taking you against your will, you will regret it. My men are trained to kill, and they will kill every single one of the customs agents, male or female, in order to put you on the plane. Do not force my hand.”

“You wouldn’t.” His threat was beyond the pale.

“I would,” his face was inches from hers, their breath mixing. “Try me. I’m not wasting another single day.” When she opened her mouth to curse him, he snarled, “I know. I know. You hate me. It’s getting boring, Essence.”

She turned her head away from him, not wanting him to see her tears and noted things being loaded onto the plane. Her eyes narrowed. Her belongings? Were they loading her belongings into the jet? She frowned and pushed the car door open and climbed out, “those are my things!” she accused angrily.

He exited behind her, “Yes. We cleared your apartment while you were at the fundraiser. They’re a bit behind because someone decided to get nasty with Monty and run late so they couldn’t get into the unit. Thankfully, he’s a two-minute wonder.” He looked her over, “a change of clothes will be waiting for you in the jet after your shower. Do make use of them.” He noted the two customs agents approaching and took documents out of the inside pocket of his jacket.

Her eyes flitted as he opened the booklets. “My passport?” she hissed furiously. “You have my passport?”

“Your legal one. Imagine what would happen if the officials knew you came into the country on a fraudulent visa. Should we ask them what the penalty is? I’m quite curious to know if there is jail time included. Perhaps we could ask for conjugal visits.”

Antagonistic prick.

“I heard that,” he gave a low laugh at the comment she didn’t realize she spoke aloud.

She stood there biting her tongue despite wanting to scream she was being taken against her will while he conversed with the officials. She wasn’t sure if it was done purposefully or not but three of the men accompanying Vadim made a show of displaying their weaponry to her behind the backs of the officials. She forced herself to look away and instead watched her belongings getting loaded into the hold of the jet. She was surprised to see the curio cabinet which housed the antiques she kept in her apartment being carefully wrapped and then carried up the ramp. “You’re bringing my furniture back?” She questioned as the officials walked away.

“Not the bed and not the vanity.” He ushered her towards the stairs. “Your books, antiques, and the other furniture, yes. You can decide what you want to do with them later.”

“I’d rather leave them here and I’d like to stay with them!” When he pushed her up the stairs, she drew her foot backwards and tried to kick his shin, but he dodged her movement.

In the jet she made her way to the back of the plane hoping to sit as far away from him as possible, but to her irritation, he followed her and sat immediately beside her fastening her seatbelt around her hips.

He shook his head at her, “You need to stop with this temper. It is not healthy.”

“Says the man who growls instead of speaks.”

“I make other noises.” He drew close to her ear and whispered menacingly, “would you like to hear the other noises I make?”

“No.” she pulled her head away from him in bewilderment. Was he coming onto her? “I’d rather not.”

“Your loss.” He buckled his own seatbelt and folded his hands over her flat stomach and closed his eyes. “Your grandfather will be meeting the plane in London. You should get rest because I have a feeling you will need it to endure the tongue lashing, he’s likely going to give you.” He opened one eye, “after you shower of course. You do really stink of sex.”

She jammed her elbow into his ribs annoyed when he laughed again. When did the man start laughing?

In less than an hour they were airborne, and she was staring out the window into the black night sky pining for her freedom. His voice interrupted her thoughts and once again she was forced to engage in conversation with a person, she’d avoided her entire life.

“The first leg of our flight is twelve hours. We’ll land in Singapore for refueling. We’ll stop at the hotel there and you can rest for a bit. We’ll fly from Singapore to London, and we should be home about twelve hours after taking off.”

“Why Singapore?” she made a face as she realized she couldn’t speak the local language there and getting away from him wouldn’t be easy.

“Because I have partnerships there and I can conduct business on the way home. It kills two birds with one stone. If we stop there instead of Vancouver, then it means I have no need to travel back in the upcoming weeks. It gives me more time to devote to you and our child making endeavors.”

She kicked her feet out angrily, wishing he was sitting across from her instead of beside her because she would love very much to bruise him. “You’re enjoying irritating me too much.”

“You have no idea.”

“I don’t love you. I don’t even like you. I would rather have Monty’s baby. He’s smart enough. Can’t you simply train our son instead of yours?”

“Monty shoots blanks. You can’t have his baby.”

She turned to fully face him. “What?”

“Didn’t he tell you? He was married before. His wife wanted a kid, and they couldn’t have them, and they were both assessed. He has weak sperm. She divorced him and had kids with another man.”

She specifically recalled him saying he had a scare in secondary school. “You’re lying. He told me himself how he dated a girl in secondary school who thought she was pregnant and since then he never –” she trailed off as she realized what she was about to divulge.

“Whoa!” he held his hand up in disbelief. “Are you telling me the reason you’re coated in his jizz is because he fed you a bullshit line about not wanting to knock you up? He’s a liar and a fuckwad. He’s not a real man, Essence. A real man would own his kink. He likes to coat his lovers in come and make them stew in it. He also likes golden showers. It’s a possessive kink in marking you. Are you telling me he never explained the truth as to why he liked spreading his come all over you?”

She was bright red at his blunt talk. “You’re disgusting.”

“No. Essence I am honest. For example,” he looked right at her, his long fingers holding her chin while he spoke, “I have multiple kinks which would make you leap in terror from this plane without a parachute and I know better than to expose you to them however if you were my partner not in a million years would I enact my kink with you and not tell you I was doing it. For example, if I was going to f**k you in front of the entire cabin full of crew while they all watched and then I made you swallow my come while they applauded you being a good girl for me, I would tell you that as a dom, I like f*****g and degrading my sub in public places. I wouldn’t hide it like I’m ashamed of it.” His eyes were laser focused on hers and he lifted a thumb and drew it over her trembling lips. “If I told you, I was going to take you to a club and let a group of men jerk off over your naked body while I f****d you hard and then have you lay there while their partners licked up their come off your exquisite t**s, I would not be pretending it was happening for any other reason than I’m a sick motherfucker who gets off on such things.” His thumb slipped into her mouth and shoved her bottom jaw down, holding her tongue against her teeth. “If I f****d your mouth so hard it made you cry real tears while I kept a butt plug and a vibrator shoved so far up your ass and p***y you would probably pass out from orgasms and lack of oxygen, I wouldn’t play it off as me trying to not get you pregnant. I sure as hell wouldn’t lie about it. I would crow with the fact I own your f*****g body and it is mine to do with as I pleased.”

She swallowed, stunned the knickers she’d put on before heading to the fundraiser were so wet now, she probably left a damp spot on the seat under her.

He withdrew his thumb from her mouth, “go take your shower.”

She started with haste to get up and then sat back down, disbelieving she was going to ask the questions she was going to ask. “Does she like when you do those things with her?”

“Who?”

“The girl.”

“What girl?”

“The one you want to woo. When you divorce me and marry her. Will she let you do all those things to her? Aren’t you worried she won’t let you?”

He shook his head, “no. She’s the perfect submissive.”

“How do you know if you’ve never dated her?”

“I know.”

“You don’t.”

“I do. Go shower now.”

“Fine.” She rose from her seat and headed to the room behind them.

“Essence, hold up.”

She turned to face him and saw him motioning for a woman at the front of the plane. She unbuckled her seatbelt and hurried towards them.

“This is Dr. Beardly. She will be conducting your physical.” He turned to address the other woman, “Do the STD panel first. She’s due for a menstrual cycle and I don’t imagine Essence will be too comfortable getting a pap smear done while she’s menstruating.”

Essence gave an impatient shriek as she turned on her heel and headed to the bathroom stomping furiously. She slammed the door behind her and then kicked it for good measure.

Disgusting perverted son of a b***h!

She shimmied out of her dress and let it fall to the floor. Her eyes drifted to the small mirror and grimaced as her eyes noted the crustiness on her abdomen. Was Monty lying all this time? He was sterile but had a kink? Why did he never tell her about being married before?

What was wrong with her she was believing the words of Vadim over the man she loved? Stepping into the small shower enclosure she suddenly felt she was washing her freedom as much as her lover away and was helpless to stop the tears falling.