(The scene shifts violently. The plush leather interior of the private jet hums with the sound of engines at cruising altitude. Alya is pressed against the panoramic window, the city lights a distant glitter far below. Manik's body is a hard, demanding line against her back, his hands already tearing at the delicate fabric of her blouse. Buttons scatter across the polished teak floor.)
Manik: The theatre was just the appetizer. Up here, there's no one to hear you beg. No one but me.
(His mouth finds the juncture of her neck and shoulder, biting down hard enough to brand her. One hand snakes around to palm her breast, roughly squeezing the soft flesh, while the other works at the clasp of her skirt.)
Alya: The crew... the pilot...
Manik: Are paid a fortune to be deaf and blind. Now, get on your knees. I want to taste that pretty mouth you fantasized about.
(He shoves her down, his grip unyielding. She lands on the thick carpet between his spread legs. He's already freed himself, thick and painfully hard, the head glistening. He fists his cock, tapping it against her parted, glossed lips.)
Manik: Open. Show me how well you perform your secretarial duties.
(She takes him in, deep, her throat working to accommodate him. He groans, his head falling back against the seat, one hand tangling in her hair, controlling the pace. It's rough, demanding, each thrust hitting the back of her throat. Saliva drips down her chin.)
Manik: Yes... fuck, just like that. You were made for this. To suck my cock while my sweet, clueless wife thinks I'm at a conference. Swallow it. All of it.
(He drags her up from the floor, her knees weak. The jet hits a patch of turbulence, causing them to stumble against a wide, leather-clad divan. He lands on top of her, his weight pinning her. The city lights streak past the window, illuminating the raw hunger on his face. He rips away the last shreds of her clothing, leaving her completely bare and exposed on the cool leather.)
Manik: I want to see every fucking inch of you tremble. I want to own every gasp.
(His mouth is everywhere at once—a brutal, claiming assault. He bites and sucks at her nipples until they are dark, pebbled peaks, then trails his tongue down the quivering plane of her stomach. He hooks her legs over his shoulders, spreading her wide open for his gaze and his mouth.)
Alya: Manik! Please, I can't... I'm already so close...
Manik: You don't get to come until I say. You're my thing to use. My personal, dirty secret.
(He descends, his tongue plunging deep inside her, fucking her with it in slow, deliberate strokes. Then he circles her clit, tight and fast, the pressure brutal and perfect. She arches off the divan, a broken scream trapped in her throat as he denies her release, pulling back every time she crests.)
Manik: Beg for it. Beg me to let you come.
Alya: Please! God, please, let me come! I need it! I'll do anything!
(With a dark chuckle, he redoubles his efforts, his tongue and lips working in a vicious, expert rhythm. This time, he doesn't stop. The orgasm rips through her, violent and convulsing. Her body seizes, her back bowing off the leather as a silent scream tears from her lips, waves of pleasure electrocuting every nerve.)
(Her body is still shuddering with the aftershocks when he flips her over onto her stomach with a possessive grunt. The leather is cool and slick against her feverish skin. He drags her hips up, forcing her onto her knees, her face pressed against the seat. He runs the thick, leaking head of his cock through her soaked folds, gathering her wetness, teasing her entrance but not giving her what she desperately needs.)
Manik: That was just the first one. You don't get to rest. You take everything I give you.
(He doesn't enter her slowly. He drives into her with one brutal, deep thrust, sheathing himself to the hilt. A choked cry is punched from her lungs. He sets a punishing pace immediately, each snap of his hips slamming her body forward, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the cabin, mixing with the jet's engine hum.)
Manik: Tell me whose pussy this is. Tell me who you belong to.
(He leans over her, his chest plastered to her sweat-slicked back, his mouth at her ear. His hand wraps around her throat, not to choke, but to claim, his thumb pressing against her frantic pulse.)
Alya: Yours! It's yours, Manik! Only yours!
Manik: Louder. Let the whole goddamn plane know.
(He pounds into her harder, deeper, each thrust aimed perfectly. His other hand slides around her hip, his fingers finding her swollen clit again, rubbing rough, tight circles. A second, more intense orgasm begins to coil tight in her belly, amplified by the relentless fullness of him.)
Alya: I'm... I'm going to come again! Please!
Manik: Come. Come all over my cock. Soak me. Let me feel you milk me dry.
(Her climax triggers his own. With a raw, animalistic roar, he buries himself as deep as possible, his hips stuttering as he pumps his release deep inside her in hot, pulsing jets. He collapses over her, his weight a heavy, satisfying anchor, both of them slick with sweat and spent. For a long moment, the only sounds are their ragged, synced breathing and the steady drone of the engines.)
(He doesn't pull out. He stays lodged within her, softening, as his hands roam possessively over her hips and ass. He nips at her shoulder.)
Manik: You're a fucking addiction. I can't get enough.
(He finally withdraws, turning her onto her back. He looks down at the mess he's made of her—the marks on her skin, the glistening evidence of their coupling on her inner thighs. He dips his head, his tongue lapping at a trickle of his own cum mixed with her arousal, tasting them both.)
Manik: We're not done. By the time we land, you won't be able to walk straight. You'll feel me for days. And you'll come back for more. You always do.
(He pulls her up, leading her naked and unsteady towards the jet's luxurious shower. The glass door fogs instantly. Under the steaming spray, his hands are everywhere again—soaping, caressing, exploring. He turns her to face the wall, his renewed erection pressing against the cleft of her ass.)
Manik: Round two. And this time, I want to hear you scream my name until you're hoarse.