I stare at Eleandro as his fingers work smoothly on the MacBook. The way his eyes look at the screen for a second and then back on the keyboard and then his eyebrows scrunch up together in concentration makes me think ungodly things like how the same fingers worked on me, inside me, how the same eyes adored me and how he would scrunch up his eyebrows the same way when he was near.

Busy in my own world, I forget I'm staring at Eleandro like a creep which he must have felt because he looks up at me and then snap his fingers in front of my face.

"So now you are staring and zoning at the same time? " he says with his usual smirk.

You have no idea about the thought running in my mind.

I blush red thinking if only he knew what I was thinking but then just clear my throat and shake my head. "It's not like I have something better to do. "

After our workout, we left for the airport where his private jet was waiting for us to take us back to London which takes roughly eight freaking long hours.

I have somehow passed six hours by sleeping, eating, reading, and of course staring at Eleandro but now nothing seems interesting except for the last one.

Right now thinking dirty fantasies about Eleandro all the while staring at him sounds really cool.

"You can sleep. " Eleandro suggests. "Again"

"Or I can just stare at you," I say with a devious smile.

Eleandro huffs and then shuts off his Macbook which almost makes my eyes bulge out of the sockets.

How will I stare and think dirty if he is not busy working?

"Why did you stop working? " I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Because you were getting bored." He said the obvious.

"No. I was having fun. "

"Doing what exactly?" he said rising a perfect eyebrow.

"Staring at you. " and thinking dirty.

He just rolls his eyes as if that's the stupidest thing he has ever heard but still had an amused smile plastered on his lips.

"It's funny how you are staring so openly at me when in the morning you couldn't even look at me without turning tomato," he says with a lopsided grin which showed that knew this would make the tables turn.

I blushed.

No.

I turned in a tomato.

Yes that.

Suddenly all the confidence I had to stare at him vanished and all I could remember or better yet feel his eyes on me, like it did today in the morning.

It makes me feel like an idiot for taking so long to give myself to him when I knew from the very start that I craved him.

I can still feel the ghost of his touch in the insides of my thighs as I remember the torturous inmate things we did last time we were in this plane.

So much has changed in this three days trip to New York. Chills ran down my spine and I visibly shiver.

Eleandro notices it and then his eyes lit up as if he is also reviving the same memory but then it becomes serious.

I frown thinking what made his mood change but then he beats me to it.

"We need to discuss some things."

I would have made some witty remarks if he wasn't so serious but then looking at him I just nod.

"Now that we are sexually active I just want to make it clear that I won't be easy for you. We had the vanilla sex just so that you know what it is like but now with all the BDSM kink it will different. "

I gulp and nod.

Apart of me knew that he would mention as he wasn't a vanilla sex person. Today in the morning and in the shower, it was just to make me comfortable. The way his muscles stiffened because he was trying to be gentle for me but then the rough side came forward later which also showed me how he liked control, evidence of which is the blue handprints on my wrists well covered with concealer and accessories.

"I know you have no idea about kinky sex but most of it just about control and pleasure. Just trust me enough and it will be a beautiful journey for both of us."

The way he says the words which will comfort me makes me realize how much he thinks about me.

We aren't in love. We may have grown to like for each other but greater than that is the care and respect we have for each other.

"Will this change the way we are now?" I ask because as much as I want him how the real he is, it also scares me that will change the bond we have made.

He thinks about it for a good minute and then says, "I don't wanna lie to you. It will. BDSM will require your obedience and discipline towards me. So you got a stop cutting me in between. Start listening to me or else get punished... which I know makes you wet. "

I small smile breaks on our face as the serious atmosphere vanishes in the air.

"So now that topic is over want to tell me what was going on your head before? " he asks leaning back on his seat.

"Nope. You are never knowing that. " I say shaking my head furiously.

"You sure? " he says with a devious smile as if he knows something.

"Yes." Why did it come more as a question than an answer but he just smiles?

"You remember the date tomorrow? " he asks looking at me intently with the same devious smile.

"First. " I reply nonchalantly. "Please tell me it's not your birthday, tomorrow. " I panic.

Eleandro rolls his eyes. "My birthday is good three months away but as you said tomorrow is first. Start of a new month. "

He stops as if that is supposed to remind me something but then I look at him blankly.

"Remember the contract? Tomorrow is confession day. You gotta admit all your naughty doing which I'm not aware of or else get punished. " Then he sighs and adds, "I'm gonna have so good time spanking your ass. "

My eyebrows rise as I remember about it from the contract but then scrunch together in mock anger. "I thought that we were past that stupid contract. "

An easy, angelic smile appears on his face as he speaks, "Doesn't mean I'm going to let these things go. Punishing you is now my favorite activity. "

He winks at me, sealing a promise that tomorrow is going to be exactly like he is picturing but there is no way I'm telling him about my dirty fantasies.

Punishment or no punishment.

The voice of the pilot reaches us from the speaker as he switches on the seat belt sign and asks us to get ready for landing.

Welcome back to London.

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