Forever His‪ ‬

Sara has worked for Mark for three months now. But when he has to speak to a committee in Washington, risking to give up secrets crucial to his businesses' success, he's under stress and to make things worse, starts getting death threats. Will Sara be able to help him get through this, or will things begin to unravel for the billionaire?Warning: this 5500 word story contains light BDSM, exhibitionism, fingering, oral sex, explicit sex and sexy use of a riding crop.~~ The following excerpt is for 18+ readers ONLY!! ~~After what seemed like only minutes, it was time to head back to New York. Sara was still on a high from what she was now definitely considering a date. Mark had been affectionate, kind, extremely talkative and gentlemanly. They got back in the limo and headed towards Dulles airport. Mark definitely seemed back to his old self, Sara thought. When they got out of the limo and climbed into the plane, the two other executives were already in their seats, waiting. When they got into their seats, Mark leaned over and whispered into Sara’s ear “When the plane takes off, I want you to go up to the front of the plane, and strip off all of your clothes except the heels.” Sara blushed. Mark loved making her show off her body in front of others, and even though it excited Sara, she always got nervous about it nonetheless. Five minutes later they were in the air. Sara walked to the front of the plane, slowly. She could feel the three men’s eyes all on her. The stewardess was in the back of the plane, probably preparing a light meal. Sara slipped off her blazer, slowly, to start with. She tried to concentrate on Mark, watching him as she slid off the blazer, revealing her light silk blouse through which her nipples were almost completely visible. Sara started slowly undoing the buttons of her blouse, making sure her slow movements were deliberate. She undid all of the buttons and teasingly kept her hands over her breasts as she slid off the blouse. Then, she turned around and let her hands fall free, none of the men still able to see her breasts. Sara then undid the zipper on the side of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Mark didn’t allow her to wear underwear, so her ass was now completely visible. She was naked, except for the heels, just as Mark asked. The other two executives openly stared at her as Sara sensually turned back around, giving the men their first view of her fully naked front. Sara hoped her face wasn’t as red as it felt. She hated her genes that made her blush at a moment’s notice.