Running Wilde Ch. 48 | Take Off (Part I) (Full Version)


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You're a colour that don't exist

What are you?

I hear sounds you make with my lips

What are you?


-Coming to My Senses

Alina Baraz


The fasten seatbelt sign blinked off and Aiden’s maid appeared from her closed off quarters at the front of the plane. She silently awaited his order.

“In one hour bring another bottle of champagne on ice to my bedroom. Do not disturb me before then.”

She nodded and disappeared back to her quarters.

“You have a bedroom on this thing?”

“I have a great many things on this thing, Ava-Marie,” he unclipped his seatbelt and stood up, “Would you like to see them?” His black eyes glinted ominously.

Now that the plane had levelled out, she knew her punishment was about to begin. The ascension into the sky had given her butterflies enough and Aiden’s unwavering focus on her only amplified their frenzy. She was tempted to decline his offer, but she knew that would not deter the inevitable. Aiden’s erection was just as prudent as it had been before take-off. For almost a month, all he’d been able to bestow upon her were evanescent touches and the rare burst of rapacious kisses. Aiden craved satiation, and though his hot-blooded desire made her anxious, she was insatiable.

“Yes sir.”

The edges of his mouth curved upward, but it wasn’t high enough or warm enough to call a smile. There was a roguishness to it that made her shift in her seat. “Wait there.” He lifted his seat cushion and pulled out a black velvet bag, then presented her with two objects; one made of black leather and steel, and the other of creamy plastic and wires. He placed them on the side table and unbuckled her.

Ava swallowed.

“Stand up.”

Shaky knees brought her face to face with him. His fingers skimmed her throat and he coaxed her mouth to his. He kissed her, hard, devoured her mouth as if he might swallow her whole, leaving no time for her to catch her breath, just to be kissed, and kissed, and kissed till her head felt light and dizziness caused her to collapse against him.

“Take off your clothes.”

Away came her tank top, her bare breasts exposed and hard nipples calling to be touched. Her trainers clunked and tumbled across the floor. She peeled her socks off. Slipped out of her jeans. Victoria Secrets unveiled the truth. Naked. Nothing but toasted cinnamon skin, sharp angles, dips and sweeping curves for miles.

His steely gaze remained fixed on her face.

She could not deny that she assumed the sight of her in such a vulnerable state would appeal to his most aberrant of natures and cause him to launch himself at her again with his ravenous mouth and excitable finger tips and validate her influence over him. Aiden did not quiver or make any move to imply he’d acknowledged her art form.

She frowned and dropped her head.

Cheeks turned the colour of shame and she brought her arms up across her chest and across the thick black curls at her apex. Maybe it was the weeks on the road that contributed to the downfall of her physical upkeep that kept his desires at bay. The wild hair sprouting from her underarms, legs, sex, scattered between her brows and atop her upper lip, not to mention the rogue one or two on her chin. The soft pudge below her bellybutton from lack of exercise and poor diet. Jagged nails that stood at uneven lengths. Greasy, dull hair that looked more rusty-blonde than candy floss. The feeling of never being truly clean -public truck stop restrooms only allowed for so much cleansing. She hadn’t been this unkempt in her life, not even on one of her charitable excursions, or even when she’d been a little lazy and allowed her leg hair to grow out during the winter because the weather called for covering it wasn’t like she was entertaining any men in her bed to care enough about standing on ceremony. Now she had someone to stand for, someone altogether astonishing in every sense, even with his beard grown in and his waves turned tight curls, she’d never felt so unimpressive.

“Move your arms,” he lifted her face, “I want to see you.”

She dropped her arms to her sides with reluctance, and clenched and wiggled fingers that itched to shoot back up and protect what little modesty she had.

His eyes fell to her frame and consumed everything. His jaw tensed as his restraint fought to overpower his animalistic instincts, and he inhaled. He circled his prey, took her in from every angle, his manhood throbbing and hot. Behind her back, out of view, he squeezed it, a small act of temporary relief that only made his sin bristle and strengthen. He moved in front of her and retrieved the black leather and steel from the side table. The buckles clinked softly as he undid them. “Lift your head up.”

She raised her chin and he strapped the collar around it. He coiled the leash around his fist and pulled her back so her naked body rested against him.

Her insecurities were quickly pushed aside, in their place, a whispering and gasping of mixed emotions, the most prominent being, ‘...Am I a dog?’ She’d been collared before, sure, but it had felt like kinky jewellery that made her feel bold and owned. The leash changed that, warped her grey sex fantasy into shades of something darker. It put her on edge. She rolled and stretched her neck in it, her fingers slipped into the small space between the leather and her skin, and she tugged carefully, cautiously feeling for fastenings to unfasten, afraid to risk pissing Aiden off. She was already in enough trouble as it was.

“On your knees.”

Her mouth tightened as she sunk to the floor. ‘Am I a dog?’

She came face to face with his erection.

He cupped the back of her head and gently pulled her in, pushing her face against his bulge. The firm line of him pressed against her cheek, the heat of his body, the pheromone laced musk of his arousal -it did something to her. It turned his clothing into a fabric fortress, keeping her out, stirring her urge to be invited in, even naked, on her knees, leather and steel encasing her throat. Suddenly she was not uncomfortable in the slightest. No, she was not a dog. She was his. All his. And what lay beneath his jeans was all hers. An overwhelming craving to put him in her mouth emboldened her. Nestled against the thick, hard line of him, she inhaled and sighed.

Aiden’s head snapped down. His sex twitched against her face, and the quickening thrum of his body travelled from between his legs to between hers.

“You’ve missed it, haven’t you?”

She smiled wryly and nodded. She had missed it, his unassailable sex and all of the exquisite tragedy that he created between them with it.

“It seems I’m discovering a new level to your sexual deviance, Ava-Marie.” He stroked her head, “Do you like having my dick pressed against your pretty little face?”

Her cheeks warmed. She bit down on her lips -was it normal to grow so aroused and impetuous by such an act?

He yanked on the leash and pushed his hips towards her face, shifting slightly so her soft, bitten lips crushed themselves against his sheathed shaft.

It pulsed.

She pulsed.

“Answer me.”

“Yes sir.”

He wound the leash tighter around his fist till his knuckles skimmed her warm cheeks, then took her head in both hands. Slowly, he grinded his sex against her face, sliding his length up and down, increasing, then reducing the pressure in a tantric rhythm. The pressure squeezed warm streams of precum out of the head of his sex, into his boxers. His gyrations became faster. The lubrication blended with the sight of this beautiful, insolent woman, on her knees, collared and leashed, gasping and whimpering softly for him while he imitated motions of fucking her face… His grip on the leash tightened. He stepped back and regarded her, “Maybe you’re not a good girl after all, Ava-Marie.” He tilted her face up and ran his thumb over her parted, panting lips, “You’ll make me cum before I get to have any real fun with you.” His lips spread into the grin of one who’d just discovered that their toy had a hidden function and was now better than they could have imagined. “Bad girl.”

She smiled back, pleased that her new-found deviancy made him so happy. It made her curious to see how much further she was willing to colour outside of the lines and what effect that would have on him.

Aiden’s warm expression snapped off to something cold and detached, all his excitement now resided in the dark pools of his eyes. He yanked on the leash, hard, and pulled Ava onto all fours. “Turn around.”

It was back, that prick of humiliation riddled with excitement again. She turned.

“Face on the ground. Hands on your ass.”

She lowered her upper body and rested her face on the strip of black carpet that ran up the centre of the cabin. Shaky hands landed on her rear.

He inhaled quietly. His voice came harsh and gravelly, “Spread yourself for me.”

She gently pried herself apart until she heard the soft, wet pop of her labia flaunting its hot pinkness to him. The light breeze from the air conditioning in the cabin cooled her.

Aiden crouched and stared at the wild wonder of her womanhood. Her pillowy pubic mound, covered in glossy black curls. Her hardened clitoris that peeked out from underneath her hood, urgent and blushing, calling for his caress. Her dark labia that glistened with tiny stars of liquid sex. His gaze ventured deeper into her centre following the ombre hues of her love as it shifted from coffee to magenta. The sight made his dick twitch violently as if it was trying to tear open his clothes.

Just one touch. He could take it. He had himself under control…

His index pressed lightly over top of her melted opening. Her nectar was comfortably warm like cooling candlewax. The tip of his index, just the tip, eased in and out of her, imitating the sticky wet popping sound her pussy made when she presented it to him.

Ava rocked back on her knees and whimpered, demanding deeper exploration. The tip of his finger was nowhere near enough and only made her flame burn hotter.

“Slut,” he growled.

She gasped and clenched. Under normal circumstances, the slur would be met with a sharp tongue, but at that moment it sounded like backhanded praise. The flames climbed up her walls.

He delved a little deeper. His first knuckle disappeared into her.

Her walls wrapped themselves around his touch. She sighed.

“You’re my little fuck toy, aren’t you?”

“Yes sir.”


Open palm against soft, malleable flesh.

She yelped.

“I can do anything I want with you?”


“Tell me what you are.”

She rocked back faster, “Your fuck toy, sir.”


“Do you like exposing yourself to me?”

Ah! Yes sir.”


“And you like it when I rub my hard dick in your pretty face.”

Pause. “Yes sir,” she whispered, embarrassed once more, but so turned on that he was brash enough to call her out, even more so at how the humiliation of the act combined with her perverse confession made more liquid drip onto his carnal caress.

“Bad, bad girl, Ava-Marie.” He pulled his finger out and slid her juices from her clit to her opening in a sweet, torturously slow, up and down motion. “I wonder what else you’ll like…” THWACK! “Keep still.”

He crouched, picked up the creamy coloured device that lay waiting on the table and unravelled the long wire. At one end was a small rectangular remote with a rotary dial on the side that fit neatly in the palm of his hand. At the other end, a flat top cylinder with curved edges measuring three inches long and three and a half inches in circumference. He rested the weight of it on the top of her spine. The cool plastic inspired a shiver down her back.

“Do you know what this is Ava-Marie?”

“No sir.”

He dragged it down the centre of her back; all the way down to the top of her ass where it teetered precariously off the edge and watched her squirm with excitement. “It’s a love egg.” With a gentle tug it fell and bumped against her clitoris. He pushed the dial upwards with his thumb and the love egg eased to life. “A vibrating love egg.”

She squeaked and jolted against the new sensation.

He took it between his fingers and pressed the smooth flat top of it against the head of her clit.

Ava purred, the promise of a burgeoning orgasm within this small plastic egg, courting her with its transferral.

He eased the dial higher.

Higher. Higher.

The vibrations intensified.

Her breath caught.

She ran her tongue across her lips, rolled them together, bit them, pulled them between her teeth.

She sighed.

She softened.

She submitted herself to the ascension.

Higher. Higher.

She exhaled.

Higher. Higher.

Her breath hissed between her teeth as she sucked in air.


She hummed her exhalation.

The highest setting.

Ava bucked, pressed into it and shrieked as the ferociously quivering egg shook her to her core, its promise almost at her door.

In one foul swoop, Aiden’s thumb reversed…

…And then there was nothing.

The eggs promise retreated back inside.

“Powerful little thing isn’t it?” he smirked.

She cursed and glared over her shoulder at him.

“Don’t look at me,” he kissed his teeth and pushed her head back down. He rubbed the love egg between her slick lips, lubricating it in her love, then slid it inside of her until it sat comfortably against her g-spot. The sensation was akin to Ben Wa balls, lighter, but just as provocative, if not more with the added functions of the vibrations that lay asleep. “Let’s take you on that tour then, shall we.” He straightened, and she righted herself on unsteady hands and knees, leather, steel atop organza around her throat, love egg sitting snuggly within her pulsating walls, and Aiden towering over her with the leash and the remote in his mercurial grasp. “Forward.”

She crawled on her hands and knees through the cabin, her lower lips slipping against each other as she moved.

“This is the small lounge. I’m only ever in here for…” he rolled his thumb upwards against the remote, “…Take off.” A low hum soothed the ache enough to ease the tension and keep her throbbing at a minimum. She sighed audibly and kept on forward. He drew back the black curtain that sectioned the small lounge off from the rest of the plane, inviting Ava into a room of glossy cherry wood dining tables circled with plush leather dining chairs, overlooked by a black and white landscape photo. He tapped the cherry wood, “Up.” She crawled up onto the table. He stroked the smooth plane of skin down her bare back, “This is the dining room.” He said casually, as if it were any old tour of his plane and not him teasing and torturing her with adult devices, his rough hands and his carefully selected words whilst doing so. “You see that photo?”


“That’s what Brixton looked like in the nineties when I was growing…up,” he cranked up the dial. “I put it in here to so that when my people and I are eating the food we could never afford, we never forget where we came…” her jerked the dial up to the top setting then back down again, “…from.” Ava’s elbows buckled underneath her. “Down.”

She smiled and looked back at him. Her smile wavered, then shock followed by a carnal expression crossed her features when she realised that whilst she’d been admiring the photograph, Aiden had quietly unzipped his jeans and freed his erection. It twitched in her direction, rigid and proud, the head of it glistening with precum that threatened to fall. She made her way unsteadily off of the table, her eyes fiery and locked onto it, her walls constricting around the mild humming of the love egg, growing more intense the tighter she became. “Fuck,” she said in a puff of breath. She settled back in front of him on all fours with her ass spread.

“Good girl.” He closed his hands around his girth. “Keep very still. I don’t want to mess up my floor.” He positioned himself carefully over her ass and pushed and pulled his length in his fist. He squeezed tight at the base and guided the clear, viscous liquid to the tip then loosened his hold and glided back down to repeat the action. He watched her twitch on the ground, felt her movements create tension in the leash…push, pull, push, pull… listened closely to the catch and release of her breath… push, pull, push, pull. His hand connected with her ass - THWACK! “I told you to keep still.”

She yelped and jumped forward.

THWACK! “That means don’t fucking move.”

“GOD!” Her back bowed.

He dropped to his knees and covered her body with his. He grabbed the back of the collar and yanked her top half up to his chest, deepening the arch in her back and spreading her ass wider. The tip of his length balanced at the top of her open crevice. His lips grazed her earlobe, “Bad, bad Ava-Marie.” He slotted himself between her cheeks, the centre of his sex laying firmly against her ass hole and the tip poking out over the base of her spine. He rocked back. He pushed forward. Back. Forward. He increased the speed of the love egg. It frenzied inside her tightness as he continued to stimulate her back entrance. Back. Forward. “Stay right there, baby.”

She bit back a whimper and held firm. Anal stimulation was new to her. She’d never really considered it, but the slippery, throbbing provocation of it with his hardness felt so erotically deviant, so deliciously illicit that her sexuality couldn’t help but blossom under the influence.

She decided she would be careful. Subtle. Maybe he wouldn’t notice the way she’d started to inch into him a little more just to increase the pressure of the strokes a little. How she cautiously tilted her hips in his direction…


Her breath rushed out of her and everything in that moment was directed towards how hard he’d hit her, and how much it hurt. She loved it. The fear he evoked. Knowing that she was not the one in control. He was. Aiden was in control. Blessed saccharine perdition; she’d missed his unforgiving dominance, how he delivered the explosive relief she yearned for that provided the unmatched distraction from reality. “SHIT! JESUS, AIDEN_”

He grabbed her throat from behind, “Shut up!” THWACK! “Do you think I’m playing when I give you an order, Ava-Marie?” THWACK!


“Fucking brat. What did I say?”

She smiled, “Not to move, sir.”

Her smile irritated him. He was certain she was provoking him on purpose. THWACK! “What?”


“So why did you disobey me?”

“I’m sorry,” she half sobbed, half moaned as her ass cheek flared with heat from the sting of his discipline. “It just felt so good, sir…” she purred and pressed more obviously against him.

Aiden’s jaw clenched. He allowed her to slide her ass up and down his length for a few more seconds as he fought against the pleasure and the frustration of her blatant defiance. The excitement of his patience being tested and how much more he would revel in making her suffer for her sins.

And she would suffer.



Fuck! he was so hard now.

He switched the device off and rose. He squeezed his cock and watched his precum drip onto her rubicund ass. Ava closed her eyes and moaned her sigh, the warm liquid only making her beaten skin burn hotter.

“I was going to go easy on you, but you give me no choice. You’ve chosen to behave like a spoilt brat, so I’ll punish you like one.” He tugged on the leash then grabbed the ends of her braids, “Brats get broken.” He put his mouth close to her ear, “Thirty-eight just became seventy-six.”

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