Once our plane landed, I felt the time difference kick in as we get off from our first-class seats. I was physically exhausted and albeit even mentally on edge. The constant harsh touches from Milan increased each hour to land in Barcelona. Every touch, graze, pinch, or soft slap on my thigh once told me that she is making a promise, when? That's one question I wish I knew.
Milan was ready to f**k me up for what I did back there, she does not like surprises, it makes for feel less in control, and honestly, I'm hoping for a little f**k up. However, the minute we stepped out of the airport and into her family's chauffeur, well... she was no longer the mistress I was hoping would come out to play. Through the ride to her family's estate, it was silent albeit the occasional conversations of w
