HER WEAKNESS

17.

It took Ingrid a long time to recover from her cuts and bruises.

She would spend days in bed sleeping away the hours and when she was awake she wanted to cuddle and kiss; not that I was complaining but I could read between the lines, she was suffering and she didn’t want to show it to me but I noticed the small little winces, the thought process when she was getting up or moving too quickly. She was sore and sensitive and all she wanted was for me to hold her.

I was running my hand down her hair, smoothing it away from her face as she nestled into my breasts, sound asleep or so I thought when I felt something graze my n****e. I looked down and saw her finger hovering above it. She smiled like a child caught in the act and leaned up so her lips connected with mine.

‘You look good today.’

‘I feel good today. In fact I feel so good I wanted to discuss that holiday we talked about.’

My heart perked at the idea.

‘Can you pack by lunch time?’

It was a little soon but seeing as i didn't have that much of my own stuff here I could nod easily. ‘ Where are we going?’

Ingrid shook her head. ‘I can’t tell you that. It's a surprise.’

‘I hate surprises.’ I moaned.

Ingrid giggled at my suffering as she slowly dived under the covers. ‘What are you doing?’ I laughed, trying to pull up the covers to look but one of her hands held it firmly down whilst the other was slowly pulling my panties to the side.

My head rolled back at the sensation of her mouth on my core, her tongue slapping against my wetness. I was a mess and she knew it and enjoyed every second of it which didn’t leave me much time to pack and get ready at all.

‘I’m not putting that on.’ I said to Ingrid as she held out a satin blindfold.

‘I want it to be a surprised. Please.’ Ingrid forced out a cough. ‘Don’t upset the weak and frail.’

‘Fine.’ I said begrudgingly. I hated this and she knew it.

Did you ever think you were in danger?

I never felt like I was in danger with Ingrid; despite who she was and what she did. In that moment when she guided me onto the plane and into my seat. When the blinds were pulled on the private jet then i could have my blindfold off and noticed that Ingrid had only brought four men with her and two flight attendants who seemed over eager to bring us food and drinks. The blonde attendant with the big breasts came over with her hands folded behind back.

‘Will you be needing my services, Miss Ingrid?’ she asked, a seductive glint in her eye.

Ingrid didn’t take her eyes off of me. ‘Not anymore. I have the love of my life right here.’

I looked at Ingrid. My head snapped around so quickly I felt something click and groaned. Ingrid put her hand out to support my head.

‘Are you alright?’

‘Did you mean what you said?’ I asked, lifting my head back up. ‘Am I the love of your of life?’

Ingrid smiled, those plump lips of her curving so beautifully. My eyes were tearing up but before I could say anything her lips were on mine. Tenderly kissing mine before she pulled away. It was too soon, I wanted to taste more of her but when I opened my eyes i remembered were we where. I wouldn’t have to tell Ingrid to make me c*m right here and now because she would happily but I didn’t want to do that in front of people.

‘Get some sleep.’

I nodded, nustling my head into her large breasts that were barely concealed with the tank top she had on.

When I woke up the first thing I noticed was I was lying down flat and the comfort of Ingrid’s breasts had been replaced with something softer. I opened my eyes and detached myself from the pillow I was hugging. Where’s Ingrid? Was my first thought as I looked around the white tiled room that other than the bed and two chest of drawers were empty and bare and they weren't the only things bare. When I looked down my n*****s stood up erect from the breeze coming in and there was nothing on me, not even a sheet to cover me while I slept. I got up wrapping the sheet i slept above around me as I walked out of the room and into the living room which led out to a large balcony where the sun pounded down. When I looked outside I noticed a naked body laying on a oval sunbed. I knew that body anyway and realised that I was meant to be naked and that we were well secluded.

I let go of the sheet and waltzed over to her, mounting her from behind so our skin pressed firmly up against each other. There was something comforting in the feeling of it.

‘Hey, sleeping beauty,’ Ingrid said, lifting her head to the side so I could kiss her lips. When she pulled away I remained looking in her eyes.

‘I love you.’ I confessed.

Ingrid’s eyes beamed, her hand reaching out and bringing by face back to hers. It didn’t take her much to flip us around so I was on my back and she was now hovering above me, her round breasts resting on my chest.

‘I have to apologise,’ she says. ‘We only have three days here but sadly you aren’t going to see much of it because i’m going to lick you till you’re dry.’

‘I don’t think that’s possible with you.’

‘Wait here.’ she smacked her lips against mine hard before rushing back inside.

When she came back outside she had one more body part that she didnt have before and was busy lubing it up. She collapsed back on top of me, our lips attacking each other as she lined herself up against myc enter brushing against me and causing my hips to buck. That in itself was enough to make me wet and horny for her as she pushed inside of me going deep until she still so my walls could adjust and quiver around her. Ingrid straightened up, holding my legs up as she started rocking back and forward, getting faster and faster. The sight of her breasts wobbling in front of me was magnificent as she whimpered and groaned in pleasure, pounding into me like the beast that she was. As soon as I came, Ingrid flipped us over so I was on top and could only slither up and down on top of her, flicking my tongue at her n*****s and stealing kisses. This woman would be the death that was something I was sure of after the third time I came and became a withering mess in her arms. Ingrid was right when she said I wouldnt see much of the holiday because no matter where we were what time it was, ingrid was always thirsty for more and I was sad when the last day came and I thought about having to go back to normal. We would get to spend this much time together and that thought made me sad because I was completely and utterly besotted with the mafia queen.