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Skylar

Geez, that was intense. After Dmitri had stalked off, I quickly locked myself in the bathroom. He can smell me. Shit. I forgot about his super smell. I'm so embarrassed. When I came looking for him after he left so abruptly when I woke up, I had heard his heavy breathing and grunting when I stood outside the men's bathroom he retreated into.

I'm not that naïve that I can't tell what those sounds allude to. The thought of him jacking off in the bathroom had created images in my mind and aroused me to a point where I was immobilized. Listening to him finish himself off, all the while making me more and more turned on. My panties were a mess. I can't remember when I was last this wet. And in public. Fuck, what was wrong with me? This is so embarrassing. I was so aroused I felt like I was going to explode. I remembered I had spare panties in my bag in case my period showed up.

I open the door, unsure of how I am going to face Dmitri. Thankfully, the plane's staff are nowhere to be seen. Dmitri's orders, I assume. I head to my seat, relieved to see he isn't there. He must be further up somewhere. I grab my toiletry bag and head back to the bathroom, where I end up changing panties. I decide to wash my face and brush my hair for good measure. More as a delay tactic, I admit, when I have finally done everything I can in this bathroom. I have to go out there sometime, I tell myself.

I head back to my seat, Dmitri still nowhere to be seen. I get more and more anxious as time goes on, and he still hasn't returned to his seat. I don't bother looking for him as he can't have gone far. I hope this doesn't create something awkward between us. I know he was probably worked up by the air hostess. As uninterested as he appeared, he is still a man with needs, and maybe her attentions sparked something? This is the only thing I can think of. Seeing her walk towards me solidifies that thought, as she is quite gorgeous. Long legs, nice smile, ample breasts, curvy in all the right places. And she seems nice, from the little interaction we have had.

"We will be landing shortly," she says, smiling before walking off towards the restricted section of the plane. I assume to settle in for the landing. The seatbelt light goes on, and I buckle up. Still, no Dmitri.

The next time I see him is outside the jet after we have landed. Once the air hostess informs me that I can disembark and that the car is waiting outside, I grab my travel bag and head down the stairs of the jet.

Dmitri is standing by a car next to a much smaller built man, talking to him in Spanish. I have no idea what they are saying as they are speaking Spanish, and I know no other languages. Their gestures and stance show that they are arguing. Dmitri is clearly unhappy with what the man is saying. He sees me and dismisses the man in front of him, who also appears to be our driver. He walks over to me and takes my hand luggage without a word.

"Time to go," Dmitri says, opening the passenger door for me.

He avoids my gaze, and I wonder if I should bring up what happened earlier in order to clear the air. We're adults, not children. We should be able to talk these things out. I climb in, and he shuts the door, moving around to the other door before getting in next to me.

Once in, the driver takes off, heading to god only knows where. It was dawning on me how little I knew of this trip. Maybe this is a bad idea. I'm in another country with a man I don't know. I haven't let my aunt, uncle, or even Ben know where I am, something I will remedy as soon as we get to our destination. Hopefully, I am not murdered on the way, as the look on Dmitri's face as I glance at him certainly looks murderous.

"Everything okay, Dmitri?" I ask quietly, looking at him fully. "If you're still angry about earlier, we should just talk about it like adults. I understand. The flight attendant was a stunner. Any hot-blooded male would get worked up by that. It happens. Masturbation is normal. As for me, I haven't been intimate...for a long time," I trail off, not wanting to divulge the fact that I was still a virgin and wondering why I was rambling and over sharing. Nerves probably.

"We were both worked up. So what? Done and dusted," I continue, blabbering on as I blush furiously. "Let's just put it behind us, okay?"

Dmitri is just looking at me with an expression that is a mix between incredulity and anger.

"You think the air hostess was the cause," he states rather than asks in a flat tone, his eyes locked with mine intensely.

"You're very naive, Skylar... and unaware. I don't really know if that is a good thing," he says, breaking our eye contact when I don't answer.

"We will be at our destination shortly. Unfortunately, I could not secure two separate rooms for us as the initial reservation was for only one room. With the conference taking place, all accommodation is full." He is looking out the window, his words curt and harboring irritation.

"We will share a room, but as you stated, we are adults, so this should be fine," he looks at me, sarcasm lacing the sentence.

I just nod in acknowledgement before looking out of my window. Part of me is excited. I obviously found this man very attractive, as highlighted by my arousal on two different occasions. Part of me is jealous. Did he have a plus-one who was going to accompany him before my situation arose, someone intimate enough with him that one room would be sufficient? I doubt our situation happened twice. I have no right to be jealous, but I was. Something I didn't feel like psychoanalyzing right now.

I'm so wrapped up in my thoughts that I don't realize we have pulled up in front of what I can only describe as a huge medieval-looking castle.

"Most of the guests are arriving later. I wanted to avoid the rush." Dmitri gets out of the car, leaving me gaping at the castle in front of me. As I understand it, we are here for two nights for a conference before heading to a villa Dmitri owns on an island not far from here.

The driver opens my door, and as I climb out, I notice an immaculate red carpet leading from the front door, down six steps, all the way along a passage that well-manicured bushes and lawn have created on the sides. I'm literally in awe, just standing there looking up at this insanely well-kept castle. I feel as if I've entered a fairy tale. You can see parts of the castle have been restored, but the original essence has been preserved.

Dmitri puts his hand on the small of my back, breaking me out of my trance, before leading me up the red carpet. The door is more of an archway that leads into an open-roof area with a huge fountain in the middle. There are columns all along the sides, supporting the balcony above.

There are doors leading to different rooms on the side, intricately designed glasswork offering some insight into what lies beyond. We walk towards the fountain, and I see a large dining room area through the doors under the balcony on the right-hand side. Large wooden chairs surround oval tables dotted around the room. I count ten to a table, twenty tables excluding the main table.

The long main table is in the front of the dining hall with six intricately decorated chairs neatly in a row beside each other. I see a large crystal chandelier hanging in the center of the room. Expensive tapestries and cloth are draped from the white walls. Crisp white tablecloths, shining plates, and cutlery are laid out on each table. Large centerpieces adorn each table, featuring the most beautiful array of colorful flowers, breaking the room's formality.

I realize my head is straining as I try to catch sight of more, but Dmitri continues leading me forward towards a reception area around and to the front of the fountain. Through an archway on the opposite side from where we first arrived. He sits me down in a luxurious brown and orange armchair in a large waiting area while he checks us in at the front desk. The woman at the front desk seems to recognize him immediately, and I can see curious eyes take me in as he gives my name as his plus one.

I wonder if they are werewolves. They are all beautiful, as if sculpted from clay. Their dark complexions make them look exotic and mysterious. A stark contrast to myself.

I get up as he comes back, once again resting his hand on the small of my back before he guides me to an elevator on the side. Everything in the reception area is marble. Expensive cream marble with gold finishes.

I start wondering what the hell, no... where the hell am I. This is too much. What have I agreed to?

As the elevator doors ping shut behind me, I turn to Dmitri, anxiety lacing my words, "What kind of conference is this, Dmitri?" 

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