By the time we made it to the plane, I was sore in many areas. Miguel was becoming quite the kink master I always had suspected he would be, and everything he did to me was intoxicating.

“So, this is your plane?" I asked as we pulled up on the tarmac, and I took in the site of the black private jet that was supposed to take us to the Bahamas.

“Yes, it is," he replied as the car stopped, and the door opened, allowing us passage towards the plane's stairs. I was thankful we were flying at ...