Clouds of DOMinance

Content Warning: This story contains themes of BDSM and sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.

It was a long-haul flight from New York to Tokyo, and Emily was dreading the 14 hours she was about to spend cooped up in economy class. She sighed as she made her way to her assigned seat, hoping that the person sitting next to her would at least be tolerable.

As she approached her row, she saw a tall, dark-haired man already sitting in the aisle seat. Emily couldn't help but notice how handsome he was, and she felt a jolt of excitement when she realized he was wearing a leather collar.

Emily took her seat next to him and couldn't help but steal a glance at his collar. It was subtle, not the kind of obvious BDSM wear she was used to seeing, but she knew what it meant. Emily had been a submissive for years, and something about this man's collar stirred a deep desire in her. The man caught her eye and smiled, revealing perfect teeth. "Hello," he said in a deep, smooth voice.

"Hi," Emily replied, feeling a little flustered.

"I'm Jack," he said, extending his hand.

"Emily," she said, shaking his hand.

As the plane took off, Emily tried to settle into her seat and get comfortable. She tried to ignore the electric feeling she felt sitting next to Jack, but it was impossible. She found herself constantly stealing glances at him, wondering what he was like as a dominant.

After a few hours of awkward small talk, Jack leaned over and whispered in Emily's ear, "Do you like to be dominated?"

Emily's heart skipped a beat as Jack whispered in her ear. She felt a flush of heat spread across her cheeks and down her neck. It was an unexpected question, but it was also exactly what she had been hoping for.

Emily cleared her throat before replying, "Yes, I do."

Jack's lips curved into a smirk. "Good to know," he said. "I'm a dominant, if you couldn't tell."

Emily bit her lip, trying to contain her excitement. "And I'm a submissive," she said softly.

Jack leaned in closer to her, his breath warm on her cheek. "I can tell," he whispered. "I can smell it on you."

Emily shivered at the thought of Jack's keen senses. She wondered what other things he could sense about her. She was wet between her legs, her panties growing damp with desire. As the flight wore on, Emily and Jack began to talk more openly about their mutual interests. They discussed the different aspects of BDSM that they enjoyed, and Emily found herself growing increasingly turned on by Jack's confidence and experience.

As they approached the halfway point of the flight, Jack leaned over to Emily and asked, "Would you like to come to the bathroom with me?"

Emily's eyes widened in surprise, but she nodded eagerly. She knew what Jack had in mind, and the thought of having sex with him in the cramped airplane bathroom was thrilling. Jack stood up and motioned for Emily to follow him. She stood up, feeling a bit unsteady, and followed him down the aisle. She could feel the eyes of the other passengers on her, but she didn't care. All she could think about was the intense sexual tension between her and Jack.

Once they reached the bathroom, Jack locked the door behind them and turned to face Emily. He pushed her up against the wall, his hand slipping under her skirt to cup her wetness. While his other hand slid up her body. Finally resting with his thumb under her chin and fingers at the base of her skull. Pushing until she was staring into his eyes. He had leaned in so close that she could feel his hot breath on her lips.

Emily moaned softly as Jack rubbed her clit, his fingers working her into a frenzy. She felt like she was about to explode, but she wanted to savor every moment of this experience. An experience she hadn’t know she wanted, nor had ever fantasized about. Jack pulled her panties to the side and thrust two fingers inside her, making her gasp. He pumped his fingers in and out of her, curling them just right to make her moan. Emily reached down and stroked Jack's hard cock through his pants, relishing the feel of his thickness in her hand. She wanted to feel him inside her, wanted to be taken by him in this tiny, cramped space.

Jack pulled his fingers out of her and unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock. Emily sank to her knees, taking him into her mouth and sucking him deep. Jack groaned as Emily worked her mouth up and down his length, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock. She wanted to please him, wanted to show him just how good she was at giving head.

Finally, Jack pulled her up and turned her around, bending her over the sink. Emily gasped as he entered her from behind, his cock filling her up completely. Jack pounded into her, his thrusts fast and hard. Emily braced herself against the sink, gripping the edges as he fucked her relentlessly. She felt herself getting close to orgasm, and she cried out as Jack reached around and rubbed her clit.

In just a few more thrusts, Emily was exploding, her body shaking with pleasure. Jack pulled out of her and came all over her back. Emily slumped against the sink, feeling spent and satisfied. She could feel the wetness of Jack's cum on her back, and she knew that they were going to have to clean up before returning to their seats.

Jack leaned in, whispering in her ear. “I want you to leave my cum on your back. So you have a reminder of me when you go to your hotel room.” Emily sucked a breath in. She was getting wet again. She couldn’t come up with words, instead shaking her head. They returned to their seats, both of them looking a little disheveled but otherwise composed.

For the rest of the flight, Emily and Jack sat side by side, their bodies still humming with the pleasure they had shared. They didn't talk much, but every time their eyes met, they both knew what the other was thinking.

As the plane began its descent into Tokyo, Emily started to feel a sense of dread. She didn't want this experience to end, but she knew that it was inevitable. She was just grateful for the time that she had spent with Jack, and she hoped that they could stay in touch after they landed.

When Emily glanced again at Jack he gave her a knowing smile. He was feeling the same way. Jack took Emily's hand and gave it a squeeze.

"Thank you for the incredible flight," he said. "I hope that we can see each other again."

Emily smiled up at him, feeling a little shy. "Me too," she said. "I don't know what the future holds, but I'll never forget this experience."

It was then that Emily jerked awake in her seat. Disappointment running through her. She didn’t know when she had fallen asleep, but it had all been a dream. Was Jack a figment of her imagination too? When she finally built up the courage to look over at the passenger seated next to her, her breath rushed out. It was Jack, he had a mischievous smile. Was it a dream, she was too nervous to ask.