The low hum of the jet engines filled the cabin as Angela shifted in her seat, trying to focus on anything other than the tension building between her and Edmund. The flight to Wildwoods Island was supposed to be peaceful, a chance to reflect, but instead, it had become a drawn-out game of lust, desire, and control. Edmund had made it clear from the moment they boarded the jet that he was going to push her limits, test her obedience.

　　Angela couldn't help but steal glances at Edmund from her seat. He reclined comfortably, flipping through some business reports on his tablet. His focus was intense, lips set in a firm line, the very image of composed control. She envied that control. Her mind was a mess of conflicting emotions, excitement, anxiety, lust. And a gnawing hunger for him she could barely contain.

　　They hadn't spoken much since the incident with the hostess. Angela's jealousy had flared, but Edmund had smirked, enjoying the way her possessiveness surfaced. Now, though, there was no one else to distract them. They were completely alone, and the air was thick with unspoken promises.

　　"You've been fidgeting. What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

　　Angela swallowed hard. "Nothing," she lied, her voice barely more than a whisper.

　　Edmund raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying her response. "You're not a very good liar, Angela." He leaned forward, his eyes darkening with an intensity that made her stomach flip. "Come here."

　　She hesitated for a moment, her heart racing. But the look in his eyes brooked no room for disobedience. Slowly, she stood and moved to where he sat, her breath catching in her throat as he reached out to grasp her wrist.

　　"Sit," he ordered, pulling her down onto his lap.

　　Angela complied, feeling his body heat sear through the thin fabric of her dress. His hand rested possessively on her thigh, sending sparks of electricity through her skin.

　　"Is this what you wanted?" he asked, his voice low and almost mocking.

　　"Yes," she admitted quietly, her voice trembling slightly.

　　Edmund's fingers trailed up her thigh, sending a thrill of anticipation through her. He didn't say anything for a moment, simply studying her with that intense, predatory gaze. Then, without warning, his hand moved to the hem of her dress and tugged it up, baring her legs to his view.

　　Angela's breath hitched, her pulse racing. Edmund's fingers brushed against the edge of her panties, and she bit her lip to suppress a gasp.

　　"You're so wet already," he murmured, almost to himself, his tone laced with approval. "And I haven't even touched you properly yet."

　　Angela's body was trembling, her arousal intensifying with every second. She didn't know how he had such an effect on her, how he could make her feel this desperate with just a few words and touches. All she knew was that she wanted more. Needed more.

　　"Edmund…" she breathed, her voice barely audible.

　　"Shh," he interrupted softly, his fingers tracing the outline of her panties. "I know what you want, Angela. And I intend to give it to you." He paused, his eyes meeting hers with a dark promise. "But you're going to have to earn it."

　　Angela swallowed hard, the implication of his words making her stomach tighten with nervous anticipation. She didn't know what he wanted her to do, but she was willing to do anything—anything—to please him.

　　"Get on your knees," he instructed, his voice firm.

　　Angela's breath caught in her throat. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment, but she obeyed, sliding off his lap and kneeling in front of him. Her heart was racing, her hands trembling slightly as she looked up at him, waiting for his next command.

　　"Go ahead," he urged, the command in his tone sending a thrill down her spine.

　　Angela's hands shook slightly as she reached up to his waistband and tugged down his boxers. His thick, veiny dick sprang free, standing tall, proud, and ready for her. It was bigger and more magnificent than she'd imagined. The sight alone had her pussy saturating with arousal, and she squirmed, biting her lip to suppress the urge to drool.

　　"Grab it with both hands," Edmund commanded. Angela glanced up at him before wrapping her hands around the base of his warm sex, feeling it pulse against her palms. "Now, move your hands up and down. Nice and slow."

　　Edmund groaned lowly, his breath quickening, and Angela watched, captivated, as droplets of pre-cum pooled at the sensitive, glistening red tip.

　　"Taste," he ordered.

　　Angela licked her lips, leaning in to plant a kiss on the tip. The salty taste of his pre-cum coated her lips, and she moaned softly, savoring the flavor.

　　Without further prompting, Angela took the head into her mouth, sucking deeply as she quickened her strokes, twisting her wrists just right. Edmund's groans grew louder, and he gripped her hair harshly, bucking his hips forward. The tip hit the back of her throat, and the sudden pressure made her gag.

　　"Relax that pretty throat for me," he instructed, rubbing his dick along her tongue. "If it gets too much, tap my thigh, get it?"

　　Angela nodded, inhaling deeply as she let her throat relax. Edmund pulled back slightly before thrusting forward again, his cock pushing deeper into her throat. Tears filled her eyes as she fought the urge to gag, but she didn't stop, her hands still working his shaft.

　　"Eyes on me," he ordered gruffly, and her teary gaze snapped up to meet his. "Now be a good girl and suck it. Hard and deep."

　　She started bobbing her head on his erection, taking him deeper with each thrust. Each time she pushed him to the back of her throat, she fought against the instinct to gag, determined to prove herself.

　　"Fuck, you look so beautiful with my cock buried deep in your pretty mouth," he rasped, his voice thick with lust. "You're so fucking good at it. Look at how deep and well you take me, my little whore!"

　　Edmund groaned deeply, his grip on her hair tightening as his head fell back in ecstasy. Feeling his cock twitch in her mouth, Angela reached down with one hand to grasp his balls, squeezing them gently.

　　"Holy shit, Angela," he growled, thrusting into her mouth as a guttural moan escaped his lips. "Where the fuck did you learn to do that, hmm? Fuck, yes. Just like that, baby. Suck it harder. I know you love my dick deep in your throat."

　　Angela peered up at him, locking eyes as she continued to take him deep. His face was flushed, jaw clenched tight in pleasure, and the erotic sounds she was coaxing from him made her pussy clench in response. She wanted so badly to touch herself, to relieve the ache building between her thighs, but she forced herself to focus on his pleasure.

　　"You've been dying for this, haven't you?" Edmund growled, yanking her hair roughly as he thrust deeper, forcing another gag from her. "Such a filthy little slut, ready and willing to take everything I give."

　　His vulgar words drew a moan from her lips, and she squeezed her thighs together, desperate for friction. But she held back, refusing to let her own needs interfere with his pleasure.

　　Edmund slammed his cock into her throat again, forcing a gag from her mouth. Hot tears streamed down her cheeks, the pressure on her throat growing almost unbearable. But no matter how intense it got, Angela refused to stop. This was what she wanted to please him, to give him everything.

　　"You love it when I use you like a toy, don't you?" he growled, slamming into her mouth once more. "Yeah, you do. My used-up whore, always eager to please and so damn good at worshiping my dick."

　　His degrading words only fueled her desire, making her wetter as her body trembled with need. She tightened her lips around him, sucking harder as his cock pulsed against her tongue. She could feel him nearing his release, his body tensing.

　　"Fuck. I'm about to cum," he growled, his voice tight with impending release. "Don't let a single drop go to waste, or you'll be punished, got it?"

　　Angela moaned in response, and seconds later, Edmund groaned deeply as his hot cum filled her mouth. The salty taste hit her hard, but she swallowed greedily, savoring the taste as it slid down her throat.

　　When he finally caught his breath, he looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of satisfaction and possessive lust. He reached down, his thumb brushing over her swollen lips. With a smirk, he gathered the remnants of his cum from the corner of her mouth and pushed it inside, watching her obediently suck it off his thumb.

　　"You did so good, babygirl," he praised, his voice low, making her heart swell with a mixture of pride and submission.

　　Angela's body was still trembling from the intensity of the moment. His gaze drifted down to her thighs, still tightly pressed together, and a smirk curled on his lips. He leaned forward, his fingers trailing down her cheek, then lower, caressing her neck before resting on her waist. His thumb traced the line of her waistband, teasingly brushing against her skin.

　　"Did sucking my dick make my perfect little slut that much wetter?"

　　"Yes," she breathed, barely able to speak, her voice a trembling whisper as the need for release coursed through her. "Please, daddy... fuck me. Please."

　　He chuckled darkly, gripping her hair tighter and pulling her up so their faces were mere inches apart. "So needy, you'll get what you want," he whispered, his breath hot against her skin. "But not yet."

　　Angela whimpered softly, the ache between her thighs almost unbearable now. Her entire body trembled with desire, her mind clouded with lust.

　　"Patience, Angela, we've got all the time in the world. I want you desperate, aching, begging for it. You'll get what you want, but on my terms. Always on my terms."

　　Angela's body quivered at his words, and she realized that he wasn't just teasing her, he was conditioning her, training her to submit completely to his will. And the thought thrilled her more than she cared to admit.

　　Before she could respond, the captain's voice crackled through the intercom, announcing their approach to Wildwoods Island. Angela blinked in surprise, momentarily snapped out of the haze of lust that had consumed her.

　　"We're almost there," Edmund murmured, his fingers still tangled in her hair. He released his grip, allowing her to stand shakily as she adjusted her dress and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her body was still humming with arousal, the ache between her thighs throbbing with unfulfilled need, but she knew better than to complain.

　　As the jet touched down smoothly on the private airstrip, Angela's pulse quickened with anticipation. They were completely alone now, no interruptions, no distractions. This was their world, their escape from reality, where they could indulge in the darkest corners of their desires without fear of judgment.

　　As if sensing her thoughts, Edmund cast a glance over his shoulder, a knowing smile tugging at his lips. "You're going to enjoy the island, Angela. I can promise you that."

　　Edmund stood, adjusting his clothing with a casual elegance that made Angela's stomach flutter. He offered her a hand, pulling her to her feet.

　　"Welcome to Wildwoods," he said, his voice low and full of promise.