"Come over here."

I opened my eyes at Victor's request. He was looking at me, and his expression told me that it wouldn't be wise refuse him. I got up from my seat and walked over to him, my legs feeling weak underneath me. Victor quickly grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap. He slid one hand underneath my skirt and panties and started fingering me while fondling my breasts with the other hand. I squirmed, still not quite used to feeling so much stimulation at once. His fingers unzipped the back of my skirt, and he pushed it all the way down to the floor. My body burned as he continued fondling my clit.  I felt his own arousal begin to harden underneath me, so I mentally prepared myself, thinking that at any moment he would pull down his pants and stick his cock into me while I sat on top of him. I was surprised when he reached up towards his neck and pulled off his silk tie.

"Lean forward," he said. As I did, he started fastening the tie around my upper arms, forcing my shoulders back.

As the plane began to level into cruising altitude he said, "You need to learn how to carry yourself appropriately. You will hold yourself with your shoulders back. You will stand straight."

He lifted me up off his lap as though I weighed nothing, and set me in his chair. He positioned my legs so they were crossed over one another in a polite, ladylike manner.

"However, you still must act demure, even when you're flying thirty-seven thousand feet in the air."

He pulled out two neatly rolled cords from his briefcase next to his chair and proceeded to tie my ankles and thighs together so there was no way for me to move from the cross-legged position. The cords clung tightly against my skin, and I knew that any movement would cause a little bruising. I held as still as I could as Victor ripped my blouse open; a few buttons popped off and rolled to the other side of the plane. I was left only in my bra, panties, and my shoes. I could only hope that nobody from the cockpit would suddenly come out and see me here like this.

A ghost of a smile formed on his lips as Victor openly assessed my practically naked body. He trailed a finger from my clavicle, towards the middle of my breasts, all the way down to the top of my panties. He walked over to an area behind me that I couldn't see and came back holding an ice cube between his thumb and pointer finger. I was already squirming even before he did anything with it.

"Stay silent," he instructed as he lowered my bra strap down from my shoulder and pulled the fullness of my breast out from the cup.