The lights in the plane have dimmed, it's going to be a long flight. This is one of the first big trips the two of you have taken. The only sounds are the humming of the engine, it is rather peaceful. The two of you located in roughly the middle of the plane, you in the isle and him in the window seat. Where as you have flown before and enjoy it, he on the other hand is scared, constantly thinking something is going to go wrong, atop a fear of heights.
Your head lays on his shoulder, resting while you can. His body however is tense, jumping at the slightest bit of turbulence, making it hard to get comfortable. "Breath, it's ok." You reassure him, his gaze moving to you, the vulnerability in his eyes clear.
You stare into his eyes for a moment, your heart beating slightly faster, seeing that look has always awakened the predator in you. Your right hand slides down to rest on his crotch, fingertip softly rubbing up and down the section of gray sweat pants. This motion has him jump slightly and bite his lip.
Prior to this trip he was banned from cumming until they reached their vacation spot, it has currently been a week. At the slightest touch of your hand his member stands at attention, as instructed he wore no underwear on the trip. You wanted to make sure every step had his cock get rubbed and tortured by the fabric, if he got hard, everyone got to see him.
"I said, calm down. Not get hard." You whisper teasingly, your fingers dance along his erection, his body starts to squirm in his seat, knowing full well he'll be punished if he cums, the mixture of fear from different sources as his heart racing.
A few minutes pass of idle teasing, that is all that's needed for a wet spot to appear on his sweats from precum. Seemingly no longer thinking about the fact they are on a plane he is leaning back in his seat, hands clenched as her writhes from the tease.
A cough from a passenger reminds him of where they are, his eyes darting around. They where somewhat obscured but still visible if people looked directly at them. Seeing his focus start to shift you want to bring his attention back to you, this time slipping your hand past his waistband to grasp his shaft directly. This sudden attention has his tense and take a deep breath, nearly letting out a moan from the softness of your fingers in his sensitive member.
"Shhh...." You remind him with a teasing giggle. "You don't want to get in trouble now, do you?" Following your words you reach your other hand over, grabbing his waist band and pulling his sweats down to expose his cock to the world. The sudden rush has it throb, pre-cum has the head glisten in the dimmed lighting. "S-someone will see!" He stammers. "Not if you be quiet~" You tease, your hand now starts to slide up and down his member, slow for the first few strokes to lube his cock up with his own precum before rapidly stroking him for five seconds. All the while you look at him with a smirk. "Remember, you're not allowed to cum.."
His body jerks as you start to stroke him, the slow sensation was one thing but the rapid movement nearly crumbles him. His mouth hangs open, breathing growing more labored, a soft moan escapes from his lips. Just like that you remove your hand from his cock, watching it twitch and leak precum, giggling at the site. "You're such a slut, getting off from being touched in public."
He shriks mentally at the teasing but his cock only gets harder, loving how you degrade him. "P....please, I need to cum.." He whimpers. You shake your head before taking a single finger and glide circles around his cock head. "I said not until we get to our destination." You look him in the eyes with a torturous smile before recalling your finger and tasting his precum, letting him watch as your tongue dances around your finger before removing it with a soft pop. "Now put your cock away, slut."
His face flushed he does as instructed. "Y..yes Mistress." He lays his head on the closed window, breathing softly. You on the other hand lay into his shoulder which is far more relaxed, it seems you got his mind off his fear of flying, plan successful you think to yourself before yawning and dosing off.
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