Boxed Set: A Possessive Billionaire - Vol. 1-3: His, Body and Soul by Olivia Dean

the perfect moment. On the sidewalk, two teenagers are walking together, without looking at one another. They’re probably on their way to high school. Just as our car passes by, never to cross their paths again, the young girl turns towards her friend and kisses him full on the lips. This startles me, I’m both surprised and touched, despite myself. It seems like she was waiting for a sign to go for it. ‘The next black car I see, I’m going to kiss him.’ I smile. When I see the next bakery, I’ll take Charles’ hand. I know this neighborhood, if we turn to the right, we’ll pass by a bakery. We turn right, it’s at the end of the street. Just a few more meters and…he takes my hand gently. He smiles while looking outside.
    I don’t know how long I’ve been asleep with his hand in mine. When I wake up, we’re in an airfield. Charles gently strokes my hair.
    “We’re here.”
    A small plane waits for us on the runway. I imagine that it’s what you call a private jet. The interior is nothing like the other airplanes I’ve been on in my life. There are only four plushy seats separated by a small table.
    “Have a seat. I forgot to ask if you’re afraid of airplanes…”
    “A little.” That’s a lie, of course, but I want him to hold my hand like he did in the car.
    “Do you want something to drink?”
    “Like what?”
    “Generally, in this type of plane, you sip glasses of champagne while counting your millions. But given the night you just had, I’m going to offer you a soda instead. That is, as long as you’re alright with that.”
    “How about a soda in a wine glass?”
    “Emma!”
    I would have imagined that he’d ring a bell for someone to come serve us, but he gets up and finds us a few cans himself. He hands me one without any further ado.
    “You’re disappointed, Emma…You’re getting used to the life of luxury, I see…”
    I blush. Okay, a little, I admit it.
    “We’ll only be flying for two hours. What if you had to spend those two hours with someone in the same room whose only job was to serve us these two sodas? Believe me, it’s rather uncomfortable. For us as well as for them. You’re starting to get temperamental. Do you know what you need now?”
    “Um, no…what?”
    “A good spanking!”
    “Pardon?”
    “You heard me perfectly well.”
    “Are you serious? Are you talking about hitting me, here?” The suffragette inside of me has started to rise from her ashes, outraged.
    “That’s exactly it. I’m talking about laying you out over my knees, taking down your pants and your nasty cotton panties and spanking you as you’ve probably never been spanked before.”
    “And I’m glad I haven’t!”
    “I’m talking about spanking you till your cheeks turn red while I turn you on as you’ve never been turned on before. I’m talking about starting with smart smacks, before my fingers get all carried away. I’m talking about you moaning and begging me for more. I’m talking about making you climax loudly in this plane high up in the sky.”
    “Oh.” He’s got me. I am outraged but my pulse has accelerated despite myself. He was looking me straight in the eyes as he went on with all of this spanking business. He understands the effect this has on me.
    “But you’re not interested. Silly me.”
    He takes a newspaper out of his bag and slowly unfolds it, ostensibly, and starts reading. I don’t think I want to tell him I changed my mind. Even if he might have been able to give me chills, I still have my reservations regarding the method. I mean…spanking, really?

20. La dolce vita
    When we arrive at our destination, another car waits for us.
    “Signore Delmonte!”
    The accent gives it away, we’re in Italy. I couldn’t have dreamt of a more romantic destination! The car drops us off in a charming town square. I don’t know where we are. It feels like we’re in a film with all of these colored houses.
    There’s a little fishing port in front of us. It’s