Chapter Eight
Elena was on a flight to San Francisco when she dropped her head to the small airplane pillow and began to dream.
“Enjoy your fear . . .”
The man paced around behind her so she couldn’t see him, though she could hear his voice plainly, as if he were speaking into her ear. She was panic-stricken hearing him, and yet the terror was erotic. Replying to the voice in small ways, something orgasmic was brewing; though she was too afraid to pay attention to it, as the feeling of rugged hands pawing at her body made her want to succumb to them. In awe of what the voice would say next, she was afraid it would send her careening over the edge, but into what?
Elena jerked awake when the seat-belt sign went on, instantly breathing a sigh of relief seeing the same plane around her, th
