Chapter 8: Mile High Transactions
The low thrum of the jet engines vibrated through the plush leather seat as Rara stared out the window at the endless expanse of indigo sky. Below, Jakarta was a distant, glittering smear. Bram’s fingers traced idle patterns on her thigh, high up, beneath the hem of her short, designer dress. "Comfortable, Mrs. Bram?" he asked, his voice a smooth purr that sent an unwanted shiver down her spine. She nodded, forcing a smile, her massive augmented breasts straining against the delicate fabric. Mrs. Bram. The title still sent a conflicting jolt through her – illicit thrill warring with a deep, gnawing guilt whenever she thought of Hali alone in their apartment.
Bram’s phone buzzed insistently on the polished mahogany table separating their seats. He glanced at the screen, his expression shifting from indulgent to focused. "Ah, the Singapore deal. Must take this." He stood, his hand lingering possessively on Rara’s shoulder. "Join me in the conference room. Keep me company." It wasn’t a request.
The private jet's conference room was a smaller, even more opulent version of the main cabin. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered dizzying views of clouds. Bram settled into the captain's chair at the head of the expansive mahogany desk, flicking his phone to speaker. "Bram speaking." His voice was suddenly crisp, commanding.
Rara hesitated near the door. "Come here, darling," Bram commanded softly, patting his lap. He was already slipping into the conversation with his associate, discussing millions, mergers, acquisitions. Rara moved towards him, the click of her heels echoing. As she neared, his hand snaked out, not to guide her onto his lap, but to grip her wrist. He spun her roughly, bending her forward over the smooth, cool surface of the desk. Her augmented breasts flattened against the wood, the pressure uncomfortable on the sensitive implants. The city lights far below spun slightly in her vision.
"Terms are non-negotiable, David," Bram said calmly into the phone, his voice betraying none of the movement of his other hand. That hand was now hiking her dress up around her waist, exposing her bare ass and the tiny black thong. Rara gasped, trying to push back up, but Bram planted a heavy hand between her shoulder blades, pinning her.
"Yes, exactly. Leverage the Hong Kong assets first," Bram continued conversationally. Simultaneously, he hooked his thumbs into the sides of her thong and yanked it down to her knees. Cool air hit her exposed flesh. Panic flared, sharp and bright. "Sir, please... not now..." she whispered desperately, acutely aware of the voice crackling from the speakerphone.
Bram ignored her. He unzipped his trousers with his free hand, the sound loud in the cabin despite the engine drone and the business talk. His enormous cock, already half-hard, sprang free. He spat into his palm twice, slicking the thick, veined shaft with brutal efficiency. "The acquisition target is vulnerable, David. We strike while the iron is hot," Bram stated, his voice unwavering as he positioned the swollen purple head against Rara's tight, unprepared hole. He didn't pause, didn't ask. He just shoved.
A choked scream tore from Rara's throat as he breached her, the sheer, brutal girth stretching her painfully. Bram clamped a hand over her mouth, muffling the sound instantly. "Shhhh, darling," he murmured into the phone, his tone suddenly tender, paternal. "You'll disturb the flight." To David, his voice snapped back to business: "Finalize the due diligence by Thursday."
He began to move. Slow, deliberate, grinding thrusts, each one forcing his massive cock deeper into her resisting channel. The pain was intense, a burning, tearing sensation, but beneath it, a terrifyingly familiar heat began to coil. Her body, conditioned by his previous invasions, started to betray her. Her ass muscles clenched involuntarily around the invading thickness. "Fuck," Bram hissed softly, a tremor of pleasure breaking his businesslike cadence. "Christ, that greedy hole..." He resumed his conversation as if nothing had happened. "The financing package is secured? Good." Meanwhile, his hips pistoned harder, driving into her with increasing force, the desk scraping slightly on the carpet with each thrust. The sharp sting of pain mixed sickeningly with the degrading thrill of being used while he conducted million-dollar deals.
His hand remained clamped over her mouth. Tears leaked from her eyes, smudging her makeup onto the polished wood. Bram reached for his phone with his other hand – the one not pinning her down. He held it above her, angled so he could see the screen. With practiced ease, he switched apps and began typing a text, his thrusts never slowing, each deep penetration rocking her whole body against the hard desk.
To Hali: `Thinking of you, my sweet. Rara’s sleeping peacefully. Such a long flight. Miss your smile. Home soon. Kisses. xoxo`
He hit send. Then, still texting one-handed, he grabbed the silk tie he’d loosened earlier. He shoved it between her teeth, knotting it roughly behind her head, replacing his hand with the gag. "There, that's better. Can't have my precious wife making a fuss." His voice was a dark whisper directly into her ear, dripping with false affection. Back into the phone, louder: "Agreed. The signing is Friday morning. Send the jet the details."
Freeing his hand completely, he gripped Rara's hips with both hands now, his fingers digging into the flesh above her augmented curves. He pulled her back onto his cock with brutal strength, setting a punishing rhythm. The desk thudded rhythmically against the bulkhead. Rara could only groan around the silk gag, her cries reduced to muffled whimpers. Her massive breasts were crushed painfully against the unforgiving wood, sweat beading on her back. The view outside was a blur of blue and white.
"Who does this ass belong to, slut?" Bram growled, punctuating each word with a hammering thrust. Slam. "Whose cock are you choking on?" Slam. "Tell me!" He yanked the gag down just enough for her to speak.
"Y-yours, Daddy!" she gasped, the words ripped from her. "Your ass! Your cock! Oh God, please!"
"Fucking right," he snarled, slamming the gag back up. He resumed his relentless pounding, the obscene sound of flesh on flesh filling the cabin alongside the drone of the engines and the muffled voice from the speakerphone. He reached around her hip, his thick fingers finding her sensitive clit, rubbing hard, fast circles. The dual assault – the brutal invasion from behind and the rough stimulation in front – obliterated thought. The coil of heat exploded. Her body convulsed violently around his driving cock, a silent scream tearing through her as her orgasm ripped through her, intense and shattering. Her ass clamped down like a vice.
"Fuck, yes! Milk it, you shemale whore!" Bram grunted, feeling her spasms. His own control snapped. Abandoning the phone call entirely, he gripped her hips like vices and fucked her with savage, short strokes, burying himself to the hilt with each one. "Take it! Take Daddy's fucking load!" With a guttural roar that drowned out David's confused "Bram? Are you there?", he slammed deep and held, pulsing jet after thick jet of hot cum deep into her bowels, filling her. He shuddered, panting, his forehead resting between her shoulder blades.
Silence descended, broken only by their ragged breathing, the engines, and David’s tinny, bewildered voice saying, "Bram? Connection issue? Bram?" Bram finally straightened up slightly, pulling out of Rara with a wet, sucking sound. He quickly zipped himself, his breathing already steadying. He picked up the phone, his voice perfectly composed again. "Apologies, David. Turbulence. As I was saying, Friday morning..." He walked a few steps away from the desk, leaving Rara slumped over the polished wood.
She lay there trembling, tears streaming down her face, the silk tie still knotted in her mouth. Cum leaked from her well-stretched hole, slick on her inner thighs. The taste of silk and salt filled her mouth. Below her cheek, the cold mahogany reflected her smeared, ruined makeup. Bram’s phone buzzed again, a different tone. He glanced at it, a cruel smile touching his lips. He held it up so Rara could see the screen.
Hali: `Miss you too, my love. Safe flight. Tell Rara sweet dreams. Can't wait to have you both home. ❤️`
He pocketed the phone without replying, turning back to his call. Rara closed her eyes, the vibrations of the jet thrumming through her violated body, Hali’s loving words echoing like a knife in the silence Bram left behind.