Training With Blindfolds - Daisy Rose - ebook

The last thing Stephanie expects when she boards a flight is to be indoctrinated into the mile-high club! The innocent and naive young woman is completely unprepared when the dominant alpha male takes her in the airplane lavatory. She crosses paths with him again shortly after. Only this time, there's nothing accidental about the ropes, blindfold, and men he has prepared for her... ~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~ "I'm almost done," I spluttered, as if that wasn't obvious, as if he was in here by accident. The crawling sensation of danger made the hair on my neck stand on end. There was nothing accidental about him being in the small bathroom stall with me. He stepped into the tight space and closed the door behind him. I stopped breathing. "Isn't this what you what?" he growled, his voice so deep it went straight down my spine. "Mr. Siegel, I think you may have misunderstood something," I started, trying to find a way out of the stall. The lavatory wasn't big enough for one person, let alone two. All my shifting around only amounted to me rubbing my body against his, worsening the problem. I had backed up the most I could, the back of my legs hitting the seat of the toilet, which had the lid closed down. He was leaning in toward me, not touching me, but close enough for me to smell the hint of cologne on his body. He was moving toward me and my eyes fell from his chest to the growing hardness between his legs. I licked my lips despite myself. What was he doing? What was I doing? I should be shouting for help. I opened my mouth to try and tell him to get out of the way, but he put his palm on my parted lips, stopping the words from escaping. My tongue darted out, tasting the salt off his palm. In panic, I grabbed his fingers and tried to pry his hand away, but he was too strong. I twisted with no effect. His free hand reached behind my head and gripped my hair tight, yanking my head back. I exhaled sharply from the pain of having my hair pulled back to roughly. I reached behind my head to free myself from him. "Be very quiet, Stephanie," he warned. Fight or flight punched me in the gut and I bit down on his hand as hard as I could. My tongue picked up a slight hint of metal, letting me know that I had bit hard enough to draw blood. Good. He pulled back with a hiss and glared at me so furiously that I thought he was going to hurt me. There was something else beneath those eyes, a deep-rooted desire that almost burned with it's intensity. "Listen, I-" I never managed to finish that sentence. His lips were on mine in an instant, suffocating me with the passion of his desire. His tongue found its way into my parted lips, his tongue picking up the taste of his own blood. His skin was so warm it hummed against mine. I was distracted by the pain of his hand tangled in my hair, pulling me head back. "Stay still," he said. I didn't know if it was the sound of his voice or the way he looked at me, but I stilled. His voice flushed my body hot, and then cold and his eyes enthralled me as if in a trance. It was inhuman, the effect this man had on me. "I'm not going to hurt you," he purred, smooth, like French roast. I shuddered as he leaned in for another kiss. This time, I didn't try to fight him. Instead, I kissed him back, tasting the bittersweet of his coffee on his tongue. I struggled between terror and deep, unfamiliar arousal.

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The Humiliation of S Book 1


Voyeurism & Exhibitionism, Domination & Submission, BDSM

Daisy Rose

Copyright 2017 Daisy Rose

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

This is a short story featuring an alpha male dominating an innocent young woman for the first time in public.

It also contains voyeuristic and public humiliation, public spanking, public gangbang, bdsm, ropes, blindfolds and lots of steamy scenes...

Chapters with 18+ scenes are indicated with an asterisk (*).

Chapter 1: Mile High Club

I glanced at my reflection in the rear view mirror. Everything about my complexion was plain. My lips were neither luscious nor full, and my cheeks were neither rosy nor bright. My eyes were a dull brown that didn't shine in the light. In fact, I looked rather exhausted, which was to be expected after a full week of work with little sleep. I would usually put a bit of makeup on, but today was my day off and I didn't like travelling with a full face of makeup.

I saw my reflection again on the window as I took out my luggage and locked the car. I didn't look like I could win a beauty pageant any time soon, but I looked decent. I took good care of my body and it showed.

I was just wearing just a black windbreaker over my white tank top. My hair was neatly tied in a braid that slid comfortably over my neck. I donned a the thin silver necklace that emphasized my slender neck and unzipped the top of my jacket to reveal a bit of cleavage.

The dark jeans that I wore would no doubt activate the metal detector later, but I didn't mind the pat down. Janet was used to me already and she knew I didn't carry anything.

Was I took casual? Maybe Oliver preferred girls who dressed up more... I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I shoved my keys into my jacket pocket. It was too late to change my mind now.

I was going, this was what I was wearing, and if it's not good enough, I could turn around and leave on the next flight back.

With that in mind, I marched into the airport in the middle of nowhere towards my next date. The man I was going to meet was a dream come true. The only thing I didn't know about him was what he looked like. A giant red flag, but he insisted that stay a secret even after I had sent him a picture of myself.

A part of me wondered if he was going to be three feet tall. Not that I had against the vertically impaired. It just wasn't my thing.


It was a long, arduous wait until I finally boarded the flight, by which time all my nervous anxiety had made way for exhaustion. All I wanted to do was sit down and sleep through the rest of the flight.

I dragged my carry-on behind me, dodging the careless toes of passengers already seated on the plane with nonchalant practice. I saw a few familiar faces already in their seats and nodded in acknowledgement.

The overhead bin above my seat was full, so I kept my carry-on in the compartment opposite mine. Flying every time I needed to go on a date was not the best circumstance, but the job I had was unique enough that I was paid a handsome amount of money. Enough not to have to worry about the frequent flight expenses anyways.

I had barely settled into my seat when an uncomfortable crawling sensation slid up my spine. I looked away from the window and saw that it was just an air stewardess, Penny, offering me a cup of coffee. That woman always gave me the creeps. She was entirely too pretty to be completely natural.

I accepted one in exchange for five bucks. It was hardly worth two, but it was better than not having caffeine at all. Penny saw me on the flight enough times to offer me the coffee directly even before the flight had taken off, which should endear her to me. Instead, I just felt obligated to buy coffee that tasted particularly foul.

I sipped it as the plane filled and tried to shake the feeling of dread. It was just another date. If I didn't like him, I could leave.

Glancing around to see that we weren't ready to take off yet, I accessed my phone to enter the chat room and see if my mystery date had left me a message to cancel the date.

I could feel my blood pressure rising as I logged into the forum.

The chat room was empty when I entered, but I left a message for Oliver anyway, letting him know I was on the way.

I knew so little of the man except what he revealed on his profile page. He loved all animals and enjoyed spending his free time in animal re-homing centers. His main job involved behind-the-scene tech work for an international business, but he didn't reveal which company he worked for.

I knew he preferred black and white over any other colors, and preferred the cold of Winter over any other seasons. It was one of the things we had in common. I loved the cold.

We spent the past month talking over the internet before finally deciding to meet up in person. What were we talking about for an entire month? I felt like I knew nothing about him.

Cold dread that I had been the victim of a catfish scam gripped me, as it did every time I went on a date.

I let out a sigh of relief when he responded almost immediately:

See you later, alligator.

I cracked a smile. He was funny in a too-corny sort of way. I wondered what he looked like. My heartbeat started to increase the moment I realized there was nothing else that I could do except wait.

After all, I wasn't going to meet the man until after the flight landed. The whole month I had pieces of a puzzle that I'd slowly started to fall in love with, but now that I was presented with the possibility of a whole picture,

"Pardon me," someone said in the aisle said.

The sound of the man's deep, vibrating voice struck a nerve in me, a dark promise that made me cross my legs. I wasn't used to such a powerful reaction. I checked my seat belt, pretending to be busy while I spied the stranger from the corner of my eye.

He had his back turned and was putting his carry-on into the overhead compartment, next to my own luggage. His back was poised and solid, both elegant and incredible masculine at once. When he turned, I quickly looked away, but spied the five o'clock shadow that made my insides coil. He looked particularly sexy.

I looked up when I felt his weight settling on the seat beside me. He sent a smile my way that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Hello," I greeted politely, then quickly looked away before he could start a conversation.

The danger tempted me, but I knew better than to poke a dragon in the eye. He looked important and the place I worked at was small enough that rumors travelled everywhere at once.

While the company wasn't against dating amongst its staff, I didn't want to go out with a man who worked in the same company to avoid the awkwardness of the potential breakup. I had a few colleagues who left the job not because of the work, but because they couldn't handle seeing their ex-partners every day.

I had been using dating sites instead, talking to people online and then setting up dates away from my work place.

So far the results had not been good. I wasn't particularly worried yet. I had time. I was only twenty one.

The pilot gave the standard announcement regarding seatbelts and takeoff. Shortly after, a new air stewardess went through the how-to-buckle-yourself routine. I'd heard the same instructions enough times to be able to say them with her.

I closed my eyes and sleep came surprisingly easily shortly after.

"Good morning, Mr. Siegel," a stewardess commented suddenly, her voice so loud that it woke me up.

My eyes shot open and immediately I glanced to my right. Penny's voice was almost an entire octave higher. "Is there anything I can do for you today?" she asked.

He turned to her and said in that smooth, panties-melting voice, "A cup of coffee would be wonderful."

"Your usual brew?"

My eyes grew wide. He had his own coffee? One that didn't taste like shit? I glanced at my own cup of coffee on the hand rest and frowned.

"Yes, please."

She nodded and turned to her cart. She poured him a coffee that smelled absolutely divine. More than a few heads turned at the smell of actual, drinkable coffee.

He must've seen the coveting look on my face, or it was the upper lip lick that gave me away, but he asked, "Would you like a cup too?"

"Oh, no, thank you. I already have a cup." I gestured to my coffee and hated myself quietly.

"I insist," he said, handing me the cup he had in his hand. I reached for it as if in a trance. Our fingers touched and I almost pulled back from the jolt of electric that sizzled through me. I tightened my grip on the coffee and was immediately thankful that he had been given a solid glass cup instead of a cheap paper one like us regular people.

"Thank you," I said, hiding my face behind the cup. It tasted as amazing as it smelled and it was still hot. It warmed my throat as I swallowed a mouthful. I gave a low moan as my taste buds exploded in flavors and quickly blushed a bright red. "This is really good," I said quickly, trying to cover my embarrassment.

He grinned in a way that made my insides tighten even more.

Penny glared at me as she filled another cup for Mr. Siegel. I avoided her eyes carefully, never one for confrontations. I knew she was hoping to find a rich man to marry while on the job. She even admitted that to me during a particularly empty flight, saying that the job was only 'temporary' until she finds a right boyfriend to support her. I think the word she was looking for was 'sugar daddy'.

For the first time, she saw me as competition. I tried not to snort into my drink at the thought. Me? Compete with her? Not in a million years.

She was gorgeous, what with her long blonde hair and large blue eyes. She was also a good half head taller than me, with legs that went on for miles. I couldn't compete with her huge balloon breasts and perfect bubble butt even on my best day. Yet, Mr. Siegel chose to gave me the time of day. I felt prettier already.

"Here you go, Sir," she said with a smile that was too sweet to be real.

"Thank you. Oh, and take away this vile thing will you?" he reached over and took the original coffee away.

"Of course." This time, her smile was strained. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" She put too much of an emphasis on 'anything'. I stopped my eyes before they rolled too far to the back of my head.

He shook his head and turned his face away from her, ending her attempts at coming onto him then and there.

"Thank you for the coffee," I said, taking another sip and trying to make it last.

He nodded his acknowledgement, but didn't try to make conversation. I watched Penny through the gap between our seats. She sashayed away, pushing the cart down the rows with her hips a little too forcefully. The plane was small, with only a few regulars hoping to make their way to civilization for the weekend.

Penny laughed a little too loudly at a joke one of the men made, then leaned towards him, no doubt giving the man an eyeful of her large breasts. I realized that the reason why her buttocks were particularly pronounced today was because she wasn't wearing any underwear.

I gasped and looked away as I caught the sight of her black tuft of hair. So her blonde hair wasn't natural.

Mr. Siegel had a curious expression on his face. as if he knew exactly what I had seen.

"You must be a very important man," I commented once I was certain she was out of earshot.

His questioning expression prompted me to continue.

"I've never seen Penny try so hard to please someone before. She was basically offering you have a go at her in the bathroom," I said, then clamped my lips together.

His eyebrows rose in amusement, but even I could see I shouldn't have said that.