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eat. He never once let me climax, and by the time we landed, I was in a state of total disorientation. Tired, because I’m not one of those people who can sleep on a plane. Still feeling confused by Jack’s absence. And filled with that yearning for satisfaction. I did my best to behave, standing in line with my passport, quiet at Alex’s side as he gathered our luggage.
    “Here,” he said, when we’d gotten through customs. “Go to the ladies’ room.”
    He handed over a small striped bag, like a cosmetics kit, and I looked from him to the offering in his hand, waiting for further instructions. What could possibly be in a bag this size? Not a dress. Or any sort of outfit aside from a bikini. Was he offering over an extra pair of panties? Alex had never returned mine.
    “And don’t you dare come.” His eyes blazed as if he could see inside of me. I hesitated for one more moment before he said, “Go, Sam. Now.”
    I took the bag in hand and found the nearest ladies’ room, entering a stall before unzipping the pouch. Inside, there was small bottle of lube—travel-size!—and a plug. I think I started to fear Alex a bit more right then. How far was he going to take his role of master? How much did he expect from me in the way of submission?
    I turned the plug around in my hand, another thought blooming in my head.
    Was this Alex’s great idea? Or was this a “gift” from Jack?
    That’s when I saw the note tucked into the outer slit of the bag. I rearranged my new package, slipping the cosmetic bag and plug into my purse so I could read the note, holding the paper in trembling hands. I opened the folded piece of paper and saw the words: “Do this for me.” I felt as if Jack were there in the bathroom watching. “Do this for me, Sam. I wish I could be with you. I wish I could be bending you over and slipping this toy inside of you, myself. Instead, do this for me. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
    Alex had nothing to do with the gift. Or little, aside from being the courier. Jack was in charge. Even thousands of miles away, he was exerting his control. Where was he at this moment? Sleeping? Working? Thinking of me in a foreign ladies’ room, my panties still confiscated in Alex’s pocket, my pussy so wet I could have made myself come with only a few quick strokes. But somehow that would have been disloyal to Jack. I didn’t care what Alex thought, what Alex might do to me, aside for the fact that he would report my indiscretion to Jack.
    Holding the toy let me know that Jack had been planning this. Had he known from the start that he wouldn’t be traveling with me? Fresh questions made my mind reel—but I knew that if I took too long in the restroom, Alex would undoubtedly think that I had disobeyed him and made myself come.
    Quickly, I wet the toy with the lube, then slid the thing place, wishing badly for a pair of knickers to pull on over it. Walking gingerly, I returned to the crowds, searching for Alex. He was waiting in plain sight, and he came over and pulled me against a wall, sliding one hand down the back of my skirt, to check.
    “Good girl,” he said softly. “Good girl.”
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    I’d been to Paris before, so I wasn’t another awestruck tourist, turning my head to take in every bit of the new scene. But I’m not jaded when it comes to the foreign travel. There is no way to arrive in Paris and not be moved by the magic of the city. In spite of my discomfort—or perhaps because of it—every sensation felt heightened. As if I were actually moving through one of those watery dreams. Not a nightmare—in spite of Jack’s absence—but a waking fantasy. 
    We arrived at the upscale hotel, and Alex handled everything. He led me through the lovely lush lobby. He told me to sit, with that evil grin on his face, while he checked us in. I didn’t think to stand next to him, to listen to the name we were registered under. Had Jack booked two rooms—one for Alex and one for us? Adjoining