Marinette rode beside Adrien to the airport, exhausted due to it being so early in the morning. Their bags were packed and secured in the trunk of his driver's car, and she was beyond nervous. He had insisted on paying her way to go with him due to not wanting to leave her with someone else. Last time had been hard on him after finding her cuddled up with his clothing. So much so, he didn't want to leave her behind again when he was forced to travel by his father.
Adrien reached across the seat to grab her hand, brushing his thumb along her knuckles. His simple grey tee was tight around his muscular biceps and loose around his torso. He wore a pair of white chinos with his right ankle resting on his left thigh. He had a silver watch on his left wrist and had his left hand sitting on his ankle, playing with the leg of his pants. He had on slip-on white tennis shoes and a silver ring was on his right ring finger. The belt he had chosen to go through the loops of his pants happened to be her leash and something about his shirt concealing that fact made heat pool between her thighs.
He was on his phone, talking to someone in Italian. Marinette watched how he looked out the window as if nothing mattered or was new for him, while she was practically beaming with excitement. She bounced her legs and chewed on her fingernails, nervous about heading to New York with Adrien when his father hadn't wanted her to go. He caught her wrist, still talking on the phone with a designer, and took her fingers from her mouth. Her lips parted as she watched him bring her hand to his lips, silently kissing the back of it. A blush cascaded over her cheeks as he set her hand on his thigh, giving it something to do besides be in her mouth due to her nervous habit.
Her heart beat faster in her chest, as she brushed her nails along his thigh. She focused on it, building up a pattern of back and forth, and when it became faster… he touched her hand to remind her of the slow and gentle movement she had been doing prior. The fact that he understood her nervous ticks and how it worked made her fall deeper in love with him and appreciate him more. There was a synchronicity to them, and she lived for it.
His voice became slightly irritated and exhausted, metamorphosing into something more authoritative. She had no idea what he was talking about, but he didn't seem too thrilled by it. She watched him begin to use his thumb to spin his silver ring around his finger, clearly irritated, and she took his hand to distract him. The soft brush of her thumb along his knuckles, made him peer over at her with a curious expression. She softly smiled and kissed along his knuckles keeping her eyes locked on his. He took a deep breath and calmed down enough to finish up the conversation.
Adrien shoved his phone into his pocket and paid attention to Marinette, wrapping an arm around her to pull her closer. "Sorry, I didn't mean to worry you."
"You didn't. I just didn't want you to be so stressed and upset. What happened?" Marinette nuzzled his hand against her cheek and peered up at him.
"Nothing, don't worry about it. It's not your burden." Adrien interlaced his fingers with hers and brought her hand up to kiss the back of it with a warm smile. "You just focus on relaxing and enjoying the trip."
Marinette nodded, letting it go, and cuddled closer against him.
He thought for a moment, leaned closer, and whispered against her ear, "Remove your panties. I want you to feel the leather of the seat against your bare skin. I want you to think of it as if I was running my leather paddle along your behind before giving it a few smacks, warming you up before letting it sting."
A shiver ran through her at the thought of it, envisioning he had her in stocks and bent over with him standing off to the side and running his leather paddle along the lower curves of her ass. How he'd start slow with short smacks, working her up and causing her creamy skin to become rosy and warm before pulling back to hit harder with strategic purpose.
Adrien ran his nails up her thigh and growled against her ear, "Are you listening, ma minette?"
She snapped out of her fantasy and swallowed hard, nodding, "Yes, Master."
"Good girl." Adrien pulled his fingers away from her thigh and watched her slip her fingers up her thighs to pull her panties down from under her skirt. She grabbed them from around her ankles and he held out his hand for them. Her fingers trembled as she reached over to plop them into his palm, earning her another praise that set her heart on fire and made pride burn in her chest.
"Now, don't ruin my leather." Adrien winked at her, and she gasped.
Her gaze shot to his hand as he pocketed her panties with little thought before his phone went off again, causing him to answer it in a professional manner. Her cheeks flushed as the leather stuck to her thighs and behind from the way she was flush against the material. It was beyond warm and the thought of it being made from the same material that coated his paddle made her bite her bottom lip. He absentmindedly reached over to grip her chin, prying her bottom lip from her teeth. Her gaze locked on his, as he continued to talk like nothing was happening of importance.
The pad of his thumb traced along her cupid's bow and down along her bottom lip, causing her to part her lips and lower her lashes. He pulled his hand away and she bit back the urge to whine about it.
He mouthed, 'All in due time', making her want to whimper in complaint but she knew better than to.
The ride to the airport was pure torture between the way his nails had grazed and ghosted along her inner thigh and the way he had spoken on the phone like nothing had been going on around him. By the time they reached the private jet, she had been vibrating in her seat and ruining the fancy leather. But maybe that was what he wanted.
She raked her teeth along her bottom lip as the car came to a stop. Adrien hung up and climbed out of the car, walking around to open her door for her. He held his hand out for her and she took it, nearly falling out of the vehicle when her legs didn't work to support her.
She gripped at his forearm, clinging to him for dear life as she tried to stand like a new baby deer on trembling legs. He pulled her closer and brought his soft lips near her ear to whisper, "Look how you ruined my leather seat. Whatever will I do with you?"
A shiver ran through her, and she clamped her hand over her mouth to try and muffle the whimper that left her lips. "Sorry, Sir," she whispered and clung to him again.
"Are you?" Adrien smirked against her ear and touched her chin to bring her gaze up to his, watching how her swollen lips parted with arousal. "I don't think my kitten is." He leaned down and captured her lips with his in a hungry kiss, running his tongue along hers' and leaving her begging for more than his tempting lips. "Now, you are going to be my good girl and stand up straight like the badass woman you are and walk onto the jet and go to the back bedroom, undress, kneel on the bed, and wait for me. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Master," Marinette whispered so only he could hear with a nod.
"Good girl," Adrien turned her head to capture her lips once more before letting her chin go to slip her arm around his elbow. He watched her stand up straight on wobbling legs and he nodded in approval.
The driver took their bags from the car, and Adrien led her to the jet. She tried to focus on not tripping on thin air, as they made their way to the plane. He helped her up the stairs and onto the jet, stopping to grab her water as soon as they got inside.
He cracked it open and passed her the cold bottle of water. His eyes alone told her she was to drink it. Marinette brought it to her lips and watched him nod towards the backdoor, causing her to slip away from him while taking small sips of chilled water.
Adrien smiled and thanked the flight attendants, keeping an eye on Marinette as she disappeared into the back bedroom. He excused himself and grabbed a notepad on the way back to the bedroom and pulled a pen from his pocket. He was going to make her wait a bit longer for what she truly wanted and needed. A smirk appeared on his lips as he opened the back door and found her kneeling on the bed with her hands behind her head and back arched. Her knees were slightly spread and all he could think about was how good she had been by doing what was instructed of her.
He broke her almost meditative state by tossing the notepad onto the bed in front of her. The loud thwack and solid thud made her jump slightly, but she kept her eyes closed. Adrien walked over to the bed and ran the end of the chilled fancy pen up her stomach from her navel to the valley of her breasts. The pen glided up between them and along her throat before ghosting beneath her chin.
He tilted her head up and spoke with a serious tone, "Open your eyes."
Marinette slowly fluttered her eyes open and peered into his emerald hued ones that reminded her of the forest. "Yes, Sir?"
"Since you ruined my seat, I want you to write a simple sentence for me. Five pages front and back." Adrien lowered his lashes and kept his gaze on hers'. "And do you know what that sentence is?"
Marinette shook her head, biting her bottom lip, even though she knew what it was. She played dumb and pretended like she hadn't the foggiest idea about what it was.
"I want you to write, 'I will not ruin Master's leather seats with what belongs to him.'." Adrien searched her gaze and watched her lunge her hand out to grab his pen. "Aht!" He pulled it away before her fingers could touch the smooth barrel. "It's not that easy."
Marinette whined in complaint and put her hands back behind her head. He smirked and circled each of her nipples with the end of the pen, watching them harden with arousal as her legs twitched. He ghosted over her peaked tips with the pen and licked his lips.
"While you write… I'm going to be edging you. If those lines aren't straight… well, you know what that would earn you?" Adrien slowly circled one of her nipples before tracing down the valley of her breasts again and down her stomach to circle her navel.
"No, Master." Marinette swallowed hard, her breath coming out in soft pants.
"A longer wait," Adrien winked at her, and she whined. "Of course, you always have your safewords in place and you can always tell me no or to stop and I'll listen. Are you in?"
"Yes," Marinette nodded and waited.
"Yes, what?" Adrien's tone was laced in sin and something more alluring like dark honey.
"Yes, Sir." Marinette swallowed hard and watched him nod.
She slowly brought her hands to the bed and crawled down, pushing the notepad in a position she was comfortable in. She placed her hands on either side of the notepad and slowly spread her knees and arched her back for him. Adrien set the pen down on the notepad and walked around her, letting his left hand glide along her curves on the way to sit behind her.
He traced her inner left thigh with his nails, stroking up and down, before ordering, "Begin."
Marinette started out writing in perfect letters in beautiful rows, trying to ignore the way his soft fingertips trailed up and down her inner thighs. She was doing well writing what he had requested of her until his fingers began to linger elsewhere. His nails began to caress her behind, running lines up and down in scratches, before soothing them with his hands. His fingers ran along her folds, spreading them and pressing them together, exploring her pussy.
Her hand began to tremble, and she pressed her lips into a thin line to avoid her moans escaping. She closed her eyes as he ran his fingers up to rub along her entrance, gathering her arousal onto his fingertips. He ran his fingers back down the sides of her inner folds, caressing the sides of her clit. She let a soft mewl escape her lips and gripped the pen tightly in her fist.
"I don't hear writing, ma minette." Adrien spoke in a husky tone that clearly showcased his arousal. He pulled his fingers away from her clit and back down to caress her inner thigh.
Marinette whined and went back to focusing on her sentences, trying her hardest to keep the sentences perfect for him. His fingers skirted back up to her pussy, playing with it and toying with her. His fingertips exploring her folds and teasing her entrance, slightly dipping in before coming back out to her dismay. She whined and whimpered, shifting her hips and earning her a firm smack on the ass. She squeaked and kept her hips still, opting to bite the end of the pen when his fingers went back to caressing her pussy.
Adrien cupped her pussy and vibrated it as a whole before leaning over her body to whisper against her ear in a stern tone, "Write."
She gasped and he bit the shell of her ear before pulling away so she could focus again. Marinette began to write her sentences again, her letters a bit shakier, as he began to focus on her sensitive clit. He gently caressed it, making it swell and harden with arousal. Soft moans passed her lips as she gripped the pen harder, finding it difficult to write with him amping her up to the edge. His fingers becoming relentless and right as her hand slammed down onto the bed and gripped the sheets, he stopped and ran his fingers up to smack her lower curves, sending a vibration through her.
A sound of complaint fell from her lips against her control, and he ran his nails along her reddened skin. She let a moan fall from her lips as she went back to writing her sentences. Suddenly she felt his soft hair tickling her inner thighs and felt the bed shift beneath her. Her eyes widened as his hands ran up her outer thighs to grab her hips and yank her down onto his face.
She gasped and licked her lips as she felt his warm mouth wrap around her pussy. His tongue pressed against her folds and began to wave against them, making it even harder to write what she was supposed to. Her handwriting worsened as his tongue ran along the sides of her inner folds, teasing her further with each tantalizing lick. He flicked her swollen clit, making it harden further to the point she was falling into madness. He wrapped his soft lips around her clit and sucked on it, giving it a forbidden kiss that had her moaning too loud.
He pulled away from her pussy and blew on it, smacking her ass to tell her to be quiet. She bit her hand and continued to write, taking longer to complete a sentence when he slowly licked from her entrance to her clit. He circled her clit with the tip of his tongue, flicking it before wrapping his lips around it again. She bucked her hips, and he smacked her ass again, causing her to stop. A disgruntled sound left her lips as she finished the sentence in record time.
Adrien caressed her entrance with his fingers, while his mouth worked her pussy. Her hand trembled, causing the pen to shake, and a mewl left her mouth into her fist as soon as his finger slipped inside. He began to caress her inside and out with his finger and tongue, working her and teetering her on the edge.
Marinette stopped frequently between words and soon between letters until writing became near impossible for her. She finished the last word and her hand slipped down the page, dragging a line with it. Her heart stopped and she parted her lips, realizing her sentence had left the line.
"No, no, no, no, no," Marinette whined, and Adrien smirked against her pussy.
"Oh? Did I win?" Adrien gave her pussy one last lick and her ass one last smack before crawling out from between her legs. He leaned over her, pressing his obvious arousal against her behind, and peered over her shoulder. He looked at how her handwriting went from beautiful and crisp to shaky, but his attention locked on the last word and how it dripped down the page like her pussy between her legs. "My, my, looks like a naughty girl has to wait for her treat later."
Marinette whimpered and trembled all over, "Please?"
"You'll just have to wait." Adrien gently caressed the side of her face and turned her face towards himself to brush his soft lips against hers'. "It's as much torture for you as it is for me. Do you feel how much I need you?" He thrusted against her behind, making her feel his throbbing cock beneath his pants. It was solid and all she wanted was for it to be inside her, stretching her open and making her scream his name. "You're not the only one who has to wait, my kitten."
She whined and tried to press her ass against him, but he pulled away too soon. "Later," he smacked her behind, and she gasped and moaned. "Right now, I need for you to get dressed and complete those sentences for me for the rest of the flight."
"Yes, Master," Marinette's voice came out weak.