Still nuzzled close into Jing's neck and intoxicated by the scent of her skin, Hermione awoke. It was just approaching dinnertime and, yes, she was hungry. Jing might have been awake for a while as evidenced that she was softly caressing the side of Hermione's face with her free hand. Raising her head she looked this beautiful woman in her eyes and said, "Did you know that the scent of your skin is almost as intoxicating as the scent of your pussy?"
She giggled, and responded, "You're precious. I might be tempted to give up dick for you."
"Precious, or not, I'm hungry. Let's shower quickly and head downstairs. I'm wondering what the specials are that the restaurant are serving tonight."
Showering together, they enjoyed a sensuous soap and grope, but with no outcome intended. They were mutual admirers of one another's beauty. They drank in the sight of the beautiful woman they had before them and explored the soft skin. Neither of them were high maintenance, requiring no makeup, so their after shower rituals were brief and efficient. They fixed each other's hair, having fun with it. Jing had been dressed casually when she arrived and Hermione matched her with a choice of black slacks and a white turtleneck cashmere top. Hermione had been exercising her credit card from time to time while in Australia and had slowly acquired a few classic items for her wardrobe. She had watched an Audrey Hepburn movie on the tele with her parents one evening and Miss Hepburn's timeless look was now the inspiration for her fashion choices.
Entering the restaurant together they perused the whiteboard advertising the specials:
Broiled Tilapia with Lemon and Ginger
Served Over Jasmine Rice
Sautéed Spinach, Mushrooms, Caramelized Onions
Salt and Pepper Fried Squid
Served with Lemon and Garlic Mayo
Greek Salad with Fried Feta Cheese
Angus Filet Mignon w/Shitake Mushrooms
Rosemary Roasted Potatoes
Roasted Brussels Sprouts with Lemon and Garlic
"Looks good," Hermione said. "I don't like spinach but I've always wanted to try squid."
"You're going to love it," Jing affirmed. "Tilapia over Jasmine Rice looks great for me."
Just as they turned to enter Oliver approached them. "We just sat down and have not ordered yet. Please, be my guest and join us. We'd be delighted to have you."
"We'll pick up our own check, thank you Oliver," Hermione Replied. "What do you think, Jing? Do you want to join them?"
"By all means," she said, ever the diplomatic executive's wife.
"Excellent. I'm sure Jennifer will be delighted to see you again."
Somehow Hermione had her doubts about that but she was anticipating having some fun at Jennifer's expense. Glancing at Jing she caught a knowing smile. When they came to the table Jennifer looked up and gawked at Hermione with what could only be described as an ambivalent expression. "Look who's agreed to join us," Oliver piped.
Jennifer stood and, social butterfly that she is, extended a hand to Hermione who took it and said, "You look wonderful this evening, Jennifer. I wish I had your skills with makeup and fashion." The compliment could be understood in two different ways. Hopefully, Oliver took it as complimenting his wife and Jennifer took it as a dig regarding her dependence upon cosmetics to maintain a youthful look. Jing almost giggled, but suppressed it, and took that as her cue to give Jennifer two air kisses and sit down beside her. Hermione sat opposite, next to Oliver, and smirked at Jing.
Jennifer and Oliver were just completing their selections from the menu and Oliver noticed that Hermione and Jing hadn't picked them up. "Could I assist you making a selection, perhaps?"
Jing answered, "No thank you. We each made a selection from the specials board posted at the captain's station. She's having the squid and I'm having the tilapia."
"Then perhaps I can recommend an appropriate wine for this evening since I'm ordering the Filet Mignon and Jennifer is having the roast mutton. The only wine that will compliment all our meals would be a Gewürztraminer. There are world class Gewürztraminers produced here in Australia."
"Thank you. That would be nice," Hermione said despite having no idea what was a Gewürztraminer.
The waitress came and took their orders then returned directly and poured the wine. It was quite delicious and Hermione examined the bottle carefully so that she could remember this variety. As they awaited their orders the conversation turned to the upcoming social events back in Auckland. Jing was engaged with this topic while Oliver's eyes glazed over. But Hermione was utterly fascinated and listened in close attention. It would never have occurred to this overachieving bookworm of a witch that people assigned such great importance to social associations, rankings in status, and being seen in the most current fashions that were crafted by the most popular designers. It did not escape her recognition that 'popular designer' was likely a euphemism for 'most expensive designer.' Jennifer possessed an encyclopedic knowledge of upper class social mores and conventions and, as their food was being served, she wondered if interpreting the social cues and trends was any more or any less complicated than ancient runes or arithmancy.
Quietly, so as not to interrupt his wife, Oliver inquired if she was enjoying her squid. "Yes, thank you. I've never had it but I'm certainly glad I ordered it. Also, thank you for the wine suggestion. It does pair well with my food. How is your filet mignon?" Hermione responded quietly as well.
"Tender, succulent, and well seasoned. I noticed that you took an interest in the wine. Gewürztraminers are the best white wine to pair with red meat as well as white meat. The best ones are said to be sourced in the Mosel region of Germany near the border with France but I think the Australian vineyards compare very favorably. You take an interest in such things. Am I correct?"
"Yes. There's so much to learn. In all honesty, Oliver, I'm more interested in fine food than I am fashion or the social set, though I mean not to be critical of your wife. She's entitled to her preferences as I am to mine."
"Then you and I probably share a great deal in common. For one so young, you display an intelligence and sophistication often lacking in others of your generation."
It was becoming obvious that Oliver was finding her to be a woman of interest. Since they were talking quietly to each other she took the opportunity to thank him for the flowers and hospitality basket he sent her, speaking in a whisper so as not to betray his gesture to Jennifer who would likely disapprove.
At this moment Jennifer arose and invited Jing to go powder their nose. As they exited the table Jing winked at Hermione.
"Have you given any further thought to visiting New Zealand?" Oliver asked.
"I have, but I can only stay in country two days. Do you think I can fit everything I want to do within that time frame? I want to visit Aoraki/Mount Cook National Park, I'd like to try zip lining, and I want to Bungy Jump into Nevis Canyon."
"Yes, it can be arranged. I'll send an email to my staff and they will plan your itinerary. I'll even make sure your favorite brut champagne is stocked on the flight. Louis Roederer Brut Premier if I'm not mistaken?"
"Actually, I prefer a fruity sparkling wine. There are several good ones produced here in Australia. Perhaps New Zealand produces one, I don't know. The only reason I mentioned Roederer is because the cognoscenti of French Champagne often disdain Moët & Chandon, it being stigmatized because it's one of those name dropping brands among the uninitiated. The truth is, my tastes in sparkling wine are pedestrian."
"Consider it done. How soon can you be ready to leave? There's a flight tonight at 11:30 PM. We must get back ourselves and I'd be pleased if you could accompany us. We can arrive by morning and it will give you an extra day in country."
"Yes. I can manage that."
"Very well, can you be standing in front of the hotel at 10:15 PM? My driver will collect you."
"It's a date."
"Just let me take some notes here so that I issue proper instructions to my staff. Your agenda will probably be transmitted to us while we're in flight and you can review it and make any corrections before we land."
He was busy writing down his notes when Jing and Jennifer returned to the table.
As they entered the powder room Jennifer ranted, "OK, Jing, what's that little hussy up to?"
"Excuse me?"
"You know what I'm saying. Don't be coy with me. She's all of sixteen years old and she's making a play for my husband. You've known my husband twice as long as I have and you know he's a fucking pedophile. So what's that little English hussy up to? Has she told you?"
"Jennifer, please calm down. I don't want to make you angry and I do want to help you, but I have not seen Hermione making a play for Oliver. I think Oliver is the one making the play."
"I swear, Jing, I'm going to go out there and rip every hair out of her head."
"May I give you some advice? Actually, you do not need me to tell you what I'm about to say so I'd like to remind you of a few things that you know well enough for yourself. Oliver would not take kindly to a scene in public. Any aggression you show toward the young Englishwoman out there would be very badly received by Oliver. That would not be your most prudent course of action."
Jennifer stared through Jing with daggers in her eyes but, after a moment, admitted to the truth of it. "Yes, you're right of course."
"Also, just to be safe, I would like to remind you that chastising him, even if it's in private, is likely only going to animate his stubborn streak. I've seen him do stupid things just because someone told him not to. In fact, and I mean no disrespect with my saying this, but it was just that type of power struggle that enabled you to take him away from his ex. And please don't hear that as my saying taking up with you was a stupid thing. But, she did tell him over my dead body and, while she's not dead, she is history."
Jennifer stewed over this for a minute with a stubborn expression set on her face.
"Can I tell you what I would do?"
"Please."
"I would probably give his overactive dick the best night ever and make sure he's sexually exhausted by morning. Knowing Oliver as long as I have it's my observation that he always seems to be motivated by whatever will ensure that he gets his dick wet."
"Yah, I know, and especially with prepubescent little girls."
"Prepubescent little girls lack your experience with Oliver's dick. You can do it Jennifer."
Once the women were reseated and Oliver had finished his notes, he announced, "It has been a lovely evening. Jennifer, you and I must pack for a late flight out tonight. That means, ladies, that after I pay the tab Jennifer and I won't be able to grace you with our company." Oliver stiffened. Hermione had observed movement down near Oliver's crotch. Taking a quick glance she noticed a stockinged foot massaging his dick and balls. Jennifer had now introduced the heavy artillery.
"It has been lovely, thank you Oliver," Hermione replied. "Jing, why don't you and I continue to run our tab at the bar where we can share a digestif?" Jing pushed her chair back and agreed. With that, Hermione also rose and wished Jennifer and Oliver a good flight home.
Seated on bars stools Jing asked for an explanation, "What was that all about? Didn't he ask you to join their flight home?"
"He did."
"Did he say it was going to be a surprise for Jennifer? He acted like it was going to be just the two of them."
"No, he did not mention surprise. But since he did not speak inclusively about my joining the flight too, I figured something was up. Possibly I'm going on a separate flight. It's not for me to say. I just thought it best to play it cool and extract myself from the situation as quickly as possible. After you were reseated Jennifer kicked off her shoes and had put her foot into his crotch. I just caught it out of the corner of my eye."
Jing gasped and covered her mouth. "Oh my! She took my advice. I didn't expect her to move so quickly. But I understand why you bolted. I would have done the same."
Hermione waited patiently at the front of the hotel with her carry‑on luggage. The driver was only a few minutes late. He stowed her bag in the trunk as she got in and proceeded to the airport. It was only after they were underway that she began to fret. The flight is at 11:30 and he has me picked up at 10:15. That's cutting it close. She stuffed down the temptation to apparate directly to the airport. When the driver went past the exit for the airport her concern doubled. If he had bad intentions he was at a disadvantage here because of her power as a witch. "Driver, you just went past our exit," Hermione pointed out.
"Yes, mum. That's the exit for the public terminal. We're expected at the private flight terminal." Just then he merged onto the next exit ramp. To Hermione's surprise they drove up to a check point with a guardhouse and the driver showed the guard some credentials. After looking in at Hermione he opened the gate and let them through. To her further surprise they did not park at a terminal building but drove directly to a sleek plane waiting on the tarmac. The driver retrieved her luggage from the trunk and she wheeled it over to the stairs astride the plane. Oliver was waiting for her at the bottom with two uniformed cabin crew."
"Welcome, welcome, Hermione," he effused. "This is my Bombadier Global 7500, the finest executive jet in its class. Scott and Tommy personally convinced me to buy it and I must say I don't regret spending a single shilling. It is the only way to travel." Turning to the flight crew he said, "I'm always confused as to how I should introduce the plane's staff here. This is Mai," to which he gestured to the strikingly beautiful Chinese girl who bowed to Hermione, "and this is Qian," and the equally striking Chinese man now bowed. "They are our flight attendants but they are also chefs in their own right, both having graduated from The Culinary Institute of America. When they're not flying they're my private culinary staff."
"I am honored to meet you, Mai, and you, Qian," and Hermione now bowed.
"Ok, let's get underway." They all ascended the stairs and ducked into the fuselage. Hermione, who had traveled Europe on summer vacations with her muggle parents, was familiar with commercial airliners both large and small. But nothing in her past experience prepared her for this. Upon entering they were standing in a fully equipped galley, as capable as any small commercial kitchen on land. This was also the first time that she had boarded an aircraft before the flight attendants. The cockpit door was open and the flight crew was going through pre‑flight checks and communicating with the tower. The pilot and copilot were both female, Hermione judged them to be in their late thirties or early forties, and both were quite attractive. Oliver nudged her forward into the cockpit and the pilots turned to greet her.
"Welcome aboard, Hermione. I'm Captain Phillips. I am here to ensure that you have a safe and pleasant flight. We're happy to be able to serve you today."
"And I'm your co-pilot, Williams. It seems we have ideal flying conditions today and we will have a smooth and pleasant flight. Welcome aboard."
Oliver remarked, "Both Phillips and Williams were naval aviators, having served in the New Zealand Navy, and are fully qualified on this jet but also rotary blade aircraft and several military aircraft typical of what can be found on our aircraft carriers. As with our cabin crew, our cockpit crew is the best of the best."
"Thank you both for your service," Hermione said, "and your service for today's flight." Hermione bowed and they returned small informal salutes.
Mai now announced, "Ten minutes before departure. It's time for you all to take your seats. Follow me." Mai led them out of the galley into the next compartment which was equipped with a large center table surrounded by eight executive chairs, four per side, which looked as much like a board room as it did a banquet table. The table was finished in burnished hickory with striking natural grain and a natural blond finish. The entire compartment was decorated in light pastels that complimented the table. The chairs were high backed with deep cushioning, covered in fine grain leather as soft and supple to the touch as the skin on Hermione's breasts.
The auxiliary power unit now started up and this was their cue that they must prepare for takeoff. Mai suggested that they take seats at the table, which Hermione did and Oliver sat beside her. Mai assisted Hermione with the four point seat belt harness. As soon as they were strapped in she moved forward to prepare herself for takeoff. The port engine began to wind up and soon started, followed after a warm up by the starboard engine. A minute later then plane began to taxi to the runway.
Meanwhile, Oliver demonstrated the features of the compartment. Looking up where overhead bins might have been were four large flat panel monitors, one before each seat, angled so they faced the seat directly. "We're fully connected here." Rectangular black panels, flush to the table surface, ran in a line down the centerline of the table. Pressing down on one it popped up and displayed power connectors and controls. Pushing a button the screens lit up with business news from around the world: Auckland, Canberra, Hong Kong, and Wall Street. Ticker stream chyrons displayed stock prices across the bottom of the screen.
"Jennifer hates this room. I become immersed in business here and she pouts when I don't pay attention to her."
"Glancing towards the entrance to the next compartment, Hermione asked, "Where is Jennifer? Was she on‑board before I arrived?"
"Unfortunately, my wife became very ill soon after our dinner, I think from food poisoning. She was throwing up and felt very weak so I called an ambulance and admitted her to the hospital. Luca and Jing will be looking after her until she's well enough to return to Auckland. So we have the cabin crew's excellent service all to ourselves."
There was no question in Hermione's mind that Oliver was a man not to be trusted. It was obvious that Jennifer's sudden illness was brought on by some slight of Oliver's hand. The only question in her mind was whether or not he got laid before he poisoned her.
"I'm very sorry," she said. "Please communicate my sincere concerns for her welfare."
"Thank you." Pointing up to the screens he continued, "We can conduct video conference calls from here with our executive staff and many of our trustees and suppliers. So, as you can see, I can use my time here productively even when travelling, which is the expectation of our trustees. Manu manages all my personal finances for me, as well, to avoid distractions such as securing a mortgage, concluding a divorce, and buying and selling personal property."
The screens now lit up with a video that explained the safety features of the plane and emergency operations procedures. Leaning forward and looking into the open cockpit she could see through the front windscreen that they were approaching the end of the taxiway. The plane turned right onto the runway access ramp and halted there. An enormous airframe crossed the field of vision through the cockpit windows as it came in to land and looking out the side windows she witnessed it touch down and recede down the runway. The public address system came to life. "Crew members, prepare for takeoff," as the plane moved forward and turned to face down the runway. There were speakers in the back of the chair and apparently a noise cancellation circuit that reduced the ambient noise of the plane's operation to enable good audio fidelity. Soon the plane was accelerating down the runway.
Once they were in the air and began to level the chime sounded and Mai's voice announced that they were now free to move about the cabin. "Come, my dear," Oliver said and helped her unbuckle the four point harness. As they passed through to the next compartment he pointed out bathrooms on either side of the short passageway. The next compartment was arrayed with ten comfortable cubicles and reclining seats, functionally the same as would be found on a long haul airplane in the first class compartment. However, these were furnished with the same exceptional leather as the conference room seats, the flat screen was much larger, and the fittings were all polished mahogany. Oliver selected a cubicle with two seats facing each other with a small tale between and gestured for her to sit down. At the same time Mai arrived with two champagne flutes and Qian with the Australian sparkling wine Hermione preferred. Handing the bottle to Mai he lifted a wine bucket that was in his other hand with a bracket that fit into the end of the table and fitted it into place. After pouring the wine Mai dropped the bottle into the ice bucket and they went to fetch the charcuterie board. After spreading napkins on each of their laps, Mai called Hermione's attention to the call button and the lighting controls built into the mahogany armrest of her chair. Then they left.
"There are crew quarters in the belly of the plane under the conference room. The accommodations are quite comfortable though the ceilings are a little low down there. They'll be taking their leave for a while and we have our time to ourselves." Holding up the flute he declared, "'Salute!' and they clinked glasses. Now he began a lecture about the quality of life in New Zealand, the friendly people, natural beauty, blah, blah, blah, blah.
As she sipped her wine she started questioning to herself what he was up to. Why hasn't this guy made a move on me? He's spending so much time and effort trying to impress me. Now he's trying to sell me on New Zealand. Does he really think he's going to convince me to give up everything and come down to New Zealand to become his fourth trophy wife? Maybe he thinks he can't get laid unless the girl is enthralled with him. He's going to force me to make the first move. Here we are sitting with a table situated between us. How does he think he'll make his move? He's still a pubescent little boy at heart, flexing muscles and fearing rejection.
She interrupted his diatribe. "Oliver, I have a few personal questions, if you would indulge me."
"Of course. Happy to answer."
"How are you and Jennifer getting along? Seems to me that you have different interests and different goals."
"I'm sure you will understand if I am reluctant to criticize my wife to you. It is, as you British say, poor form. But you're an intelligent woman. You've demonstrated that intelligence very often in the past days. And Jennifer, well, Jennifer wears her heart on her sleeve. I'm sure you've noticed. It's one of the things I like about her, her childlike innocence. But, to partially answer your question, there are rough patches in every marriage and we're having a challenge lately."
Hermione had kicked off her shoes while he was talking and brought her legs up to rest them on his upper thighs, crossing her ankles. "You seem to me not to be the type to care much about designer brands, gaudy jewelry, and social status. Am I right?"
"Yes, quite right. You're perceptions are unerring. You'd make a good business person." He reached under the table with his free hand while he took another drink of wine and started to massage her ankles and calf muscles. His touch was nice and her pussy grew damp. "In fact, you'd make a good person to have around in meetings with clients. We could compare notes after meetings. You'd be a valued contributor to my business goals."
The wine was reducing her inhibitions and the foot massage felt sensuous. Yes. That's exactly what I am, a valued fucking contributor. Merlin, he needs to take lessons to improve his seduction skills. "That feels nice Oliver. Keep doing that. I think I'd be nice to have around in many ways. Don't you agree?" She was putting the ball in his hands, hoping he knew what to do with it. She hoped the wine was lowering his inhibitions as well.
"Why, yes, I'm sure that's true." You fumbled the ball, you greenhorn! Actually, it is kind of sexy how awkward he is. Maybe I'm intimidating him. If he's intimidated now he's in for a wild ride tonight.
"May I ask an even more personal question, Oliver?" Now she uncrossed her ankles.
"Be my guest, Hermione."
Lifting one leg she placed her foot squarely into his crotch and gently began to massage his cock and balls. "Was there enough time for her to suck you dry before she got sick last night or did you get laid?"
He stiffened. His mouth dropped open and he made a small moan. Then he answered, "Perhaps we should move to the next compartment before I answer. We can enjoy more privacy there." Very suave (sic) you greenhorn.
They rose from their seats and he took her hand to lead her through the door into the aft compartment. It was a beautiful bedroom, fully equipped with a queen bed, more flat panel displays, beautiful cabinetry and closet stowage, a toilet, a standup shower, and beautiful decorating. Oliver opened a drawer under the bed and rummaged briefly before locating what he wanted, a bottle of lube. She glanced at a few interesting articles in the drawer and reminded herself to explore that later. Placing the lube on the bed he turned and took her into his arms for a deep kiss. Hermione had grown so impatient by now that her pussy was already wet with a combination of arousal and frustration.
No longer willing to wait for him to advance the game she started to frantically undress him. Taking his cue from her he lifted her cashmere sweater and waited patiently for her to lift her arms. Oh, for fuck's sake! She slapped his hands away then got on her knees to take down his pants. His shoes were still on. Pushing him onto the bed she commanded in an authoritative voice, "Take all that off."
Now she began a striptease as much for his benefit as for her's. It made her feel powerful and in control. While she was unzipping her pants Oliver touched some buttons on the control panel and the lighting in the room was extinguished. Replacing it was moonlight and the light from the Milky Way that flooded in the windows and provided a soft romantic glow throughout the room. Turning around she bent over and stripped down her panties, exposing her damp pussy to him. Finally, straddling his lap, she pushed him down onto the bed and began to kiss him. They shifted around together until they were properly oriented on the bed.
It was then that she decided to sit on his face. She was going to extract her pleasure tonight whether he was capable of brining it out in her or not. Moving up his body she straddled his face and lowered her pussy onto it, rocking her hips so her clit was tweaking on his nose. Grasping his ears she demanded, "Suck it." It was then that she noticed ropes fastened to the headboard posts. Leaning forward she pulled on one and it popped up behind the mattress revealing a single handcuff secured to the end. Before he knew what was happening she brought his left arm around and snapped it to his wrist. Realizing what was happening to late he began to flail with his right arm but she was too quick. Kneeling down hard on his bicep she forced his forearm down and snapped the other cuff onto his wrist.
Climbing off the bed she checked under the corners of the mattress at the foot of the bed and found two more restraints. "You fucking whore," he protested. "Let me go. Do you know who you're dealing with? This hurts. Take them off." She ignored him and straddled his hips in reverse cowgirl, then had to contend with his legs flailing to hook her and capture her head in a scissor lock. Reaching down she squeezed his balls in one hand, just hard enough to let him know who had the upper hand.
"Now, you're going to stop struggling and let your mistress restrain your legs, aren't you? We can do this with a velvet glove or with an iron fist." She squeezed just a little. "Which will it be?" He stopped struggling and she finished snapping the cuffs onto his ankles. There was a fair amount of slack but these restraints were probably adjusted for a more petite body. No matter, he wasn't going anywhere and was at her mercy. After placing a pillow under his head to support it, she straddled his chest and leaned back on top of his body. With wide spread legs her pussy was positioned inches from his face but just out of reach. Intoxicated by wine and the power she had enforced on him her pussy was wet and fragrant with her juices. Reaching down, she began to masturbate.
There was no hurry; she intended to drag this out for as long as possible. Lying as she was on her back, stretch out on top of him with her head next to his crotch, she could turn her head and observe his stiff dick. This high powered executive control freak cunt hound liked being dominated. Wasn't it always the case? It was her intention to keep that dick as stiff as possible for as long as possible. This was going to proceed at her pace. He had no say in the matter, being at her mercy. It took more than fifteen minutes before she felt her orgasm begin to rise. She made loud moans to add to his frustration and began to buck her hips, bring her feet together to squeeze his head. Finally the blissful contractions washed through her cunt and she gushed fuck juices onto his upper chest and neck.
Sitting up she sat on his face, sat on it, not hovered over it. Again grasping his ears she ground down upon him seeking her second release. This time she would flood his mouth with cum. As she suspected, he wasn't skilled at his. Thrusting his tongue into her hot hole was a guy's concept of good oral sex but it was actually poor technique. No matter, she rubbed her clit on his nose and took no precaution not to suffocate him. This was her party and she was going to use him, just as she had used Kittisak. Dominating selfish and egotistical men was a unique pleasure she relished. It didn't take as long before her second orgasm approached, perhaps five minutes, five minutes that must have felt like an eternity for him. With a sharp cry she flooded his mouth with her cum. With shaky legs she lifted herself off his face and lay back again over his body, her head resting in contact with his little soldier. It was still at attention.
"Let me out of these cuffs and I'll give you the fuck of your life," he pleaded.
"As if you even could," she said. Now he started to swear and demand he be released. Getting up she cracked open the drawer she glanced in earlier and rummaged through the collection of sex toys and paraphernalia. There was an interesting object. It was a short artificial cock, approximately two‑inches long and mounted to a wide leather strap that included a buckle. Picking it out of the drawer she stuffed it in his mouth between curses and buckled it behind his neck, fixing it in place. "There. That's better. If you're going to make noise you're going to make nice noise and beg your mistress, not threaten and swear at her. Your mistress hates rude slaves."
The next thing she pulled out was a strap‑on. Never having used one before it took her a moment or two to negotiate the straps and get it mounted securely. His eyes were as large as sausages and he moaned as he shook his head no. He was struggling against the bonds and chaffing his wrists but, reaching for his dick she judged it to be painfully hard so she knew he was aroused. "Poor baby! Let's see if mistress can provide you some relief." Lubing up the dildo first then she lubed his tight little hairy sphincter and violated it with her fingers as she stuffed lube up the passage, again and again.
"UUmmmmppphhh! UUmmmmppphhh! UUmmmmppphhh! UUmmmmppphhh!" He was fighting it. Her fingers were stimulating his prostate and precum leaked out of the pee hole at the tip of his dick. Finally, satisfied she had prepared him sufficiently, she lay in position and aligned the weapon with his asshole, pushing steadily to invade. His wriggling around only help to work it in and then something gave and it slipped in two full inches. Bringing her knees up under his legs it was possible to lift his butt off the mattress a little and achieve an angle to begin thrusting. Beginning slowly and being careful how deep she pushed in, her hips soon settled into a steady rhythm. His eyes had rolled into the back of his head and he was moaning through the cock gag.
Judging him to be docile now she unbuckled the gag and removed it. His moans were carnal and primeval. There would be no further protest. "Please, mistress. Please. Touch me."
"Good boy. Mistress is delighted you've decided to behave. Tell mistress, touch you where?"
"Fuck. Please, touch my cock. Please help me."
"You want mistress to touch your nasty, filthy, perverted little cock?"
"Yes, mistress, please."
"Say it."
"Please, please, please touch my nasty, filthy, perverted little cock."
"Shall I jack you off, slave?"
"Yes, please, mistress. Jack your nasty, filthy, perverted, little slave off."
Applying a generous coat of lube to his swollen cock she began to stroke it, slowly. Matching the slow stroking to her slow thrusting she gradually increased the tempo. He was groaning and moaning now, lost in an ocean of over stimulation ramped up by the frustration she had instigated. Delayed ejaculation is always the most powerful and just as she felt that she would eventually cum his cock swelled and he pumped three powerful shots into the air that arched over his body. The first landed in his open mouth and fell across his throat and chest and the other two landed on his chest and abdomen. Little spasms continued for a few moments pumping out a dribble of the sticky white goo that went no further than to dribble down over her fingers.
She sped up her thrusting, his body twitching under the assault, and finally found her own release. By the time she pulled the strap‑on out of his ass he was unconscious.
Picking up her clothes so as not to leave her wand behind, Hermione took a shower. She'd never done that flying at 38,000 feet before. Emerging from the bathroom wrapped in a towel she walked over to the divan on the starboard side of the plane, the bed with the still restrained and unconscious Oliver was on the port side. She'd need to get him out of those cuffs but had no idea where the key was. The quickest solution was to use alohamora but he needed to remain unconscious if she used her wand. Quickly flashing her wand she silently cast somulus so he would remain asleep.
As she turned back to her clothes she noticed a small red light behind smoked glass cabinet doors on the compartment bulkhead adjacent to the divan. Whether it was curiosity or her sixth‑sense honed by the wizard war she could not say but she slid over and opened the door to investigate. It was a video recording device. Pushing the eject button a cartridge was ejected. It was labeled by hand with the date and her name. Pushing the device back in she turned on the monitor mounted above the device, set the player to playback from the beginning, and pressed play. It was a video of tonight's activities in bed. The playback began with Oliver's hand in the sex toy drawer where there must have been a remote to start the recording. Six different views from six different cameras populated the split screen. Watching as she sat on his face before she discovered the restraints she studied the angles carefully and then searched out the hidden cameras.
Oculus Opacus! Casting the spell onto each of the hidden cameras she ensured that the lenses would be forever opaque. Then she ejected the cartridge, put a locking charm upon it, and dropped it into one of her extensible pockets. Exploring further she found a locked cabinet above the monitor. Alohamora granted her access and, as her sixth‑sense had predicted, there were more cartridges. Dropping them in to the player she reviewed several briefly. Oliver had a thing for young Asian girls, or possibly those were the young girls he was able to hire without risk of the age of consent laws. Like her own video cartridge, these were labeled with the date, a name, and a city, probably being the originating city of the girl. Angeles City, Philippines and Pattaya, Thailand were the most frequent. Some videos included multiple girls. All of them appeared to be very young, too young. Returning them all to the cabinet and locking it up she then finished dressing and turned her attention to the sleeping Oliver. Dried cum decorated his body. The cuffs all yielded to alohamora. Casting the counter charm to the somulus charm, and she left him there to sleep it off. She moved forward to the first class compartment and dug around for a blanket and pillows in the overhead bin. Reclining in one of the seats she bundled up and fell asleep, but not before casting a locking charm on the aft compartment door.
Merlin! Is there anything worse than that annoying airline alert chime waking me from a sound sleep? Fuck! There it is again. I am not going to open my eyes. Stop it! But the second time it was followed with Mai's voice. "Breakfast will be served in one half hour. Time to wake up." Hermione's eyes snapped open. She was in Oliver's private jet flying to New Zealand. Raising her head to look at the aft compartment door she removed the locking charm she had put on it last night. Sitting up she looked out the port side windows and could see a faint light on the far eastern horizon. Well, one had to admit these seats were comfortable. She had slept soundly.
Using the forward toilets to put herself in order she proceeded to the conference room table and sat down. Five minutes later Oliver emerged from the aft compartment and came into the conference room just as Mai came in to set the table. Today he had elected to sit across from her. "Good morning, everyone. How are we all doing this fine morning?" Apparently we were going to pretend all was right and fine with the universe and he did not get fucked in the ass last night by a woman half his size and more than half his age.
The breakfast selections were strawberry crepes with fresh whipped cream, Greek yogurt, scones, coffee and Mimosas. "Didn't I tell you our cabin crew were top chefs?" Oliver was his effusive self this morning.
"You did and you were right."
Just then Qian entered with Hermione's itinerary for her stay in New Zealand. "I have business to attend to so I won't be able to accompany you. But you'll be in good hands. Our excellent cabin crew here has volunteered to be your guides and my backup flight crew will be attending to your transportation needs. At some point this flight crew will rejoin you. I hope that suits you. I'll join you for your last day."
"Your generosity is unmatched, Oliver. Of course it suits me. Thank you very much. I'm fully expecting New Zealand to exceed my every expectation." There could not have been a greater contrast in their behaviors from last night. It didn't come as a complete surprise. By now Hermione realized that the deepest and darkest sexual fantasies residing deep in our ancient lizard brain could often be like that, divorced in every way from our daily reality and social personality. Qian and Mai were clearing the dishes when that fucking chime sounded again, Hermione was tempted to curse it and change it into a banshee wail.
The captain's voice came on. "Good morning, everyone. We are beginning our descent and should be touching down in Auckland in one‑half hour. Weather conditions on the ground are clear with temperatures hovering around 20 degrees (Celsius) with light northwest winds. We ask that you be seated and fasten your seat belts until we're on the ground and the plane has stopped moving. Welcome to New Zealand."
During the duration of the descent Hermione busied herself examining her itinerary. Oliver had filled the screens above her head with business news from around the world which captured his attention. When they had landed and pulled up to the private terminal Oliver turned off the news and spoke up. "I hope you have a good adventure, Hermione. If there's anything that fails to meet your expectations let Qian or Mai know and they'll get word to me right away. See you in two days." With that he got up and strode into the galley to deplane.
Hermione was delayed as she gathered her papers together, then deciphered the unlatch mechanism on the four point harness, and stood up. Mai had stowed her luggage in a small closet on the galley bulkhead and she fumbled a little getting it out. By the time she reached the door Oliver was long gone. Mai spoke, "Please wait for us in the terminal building. We should be no longer than fifteen or twenty minutes securing the cabin and then we will join you."
Hermione thanked them both and turned to duck out the door when Mai added, "It was a pleasure to serve you, Hermione, and congratulations upon your induction into to the mile‑high club." Hermione had a double take, looked into Mai's smiling face, and then stepped out the door.
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