Free European Secrets (Paris - Vol. Two) by Ana Vela

~ Paris: Volume Two ~
     
    Annie stared out of the airplane window and watched as the baggage staff piled the last few suitcases into the hold. The runway’s tarmac sparkled in the midday heat, and she was thankful for the air-conditioned cabin. She sat in a small window seat, hoping no one would sit next to her. Her feet still felt tired from three days of beating the pavement and exploring the city of Madrid. As the cabin door shut and flight attendants took their seats, she silently said goodbye to the city that had welcomed her. She already missed Pedro. Their time together had been magical. He brought out a side of her that she never even knew she had. He was sexy, commanding, yet gentle when needed. She couldn’t get him out of her mind. “Forget him,” she tried to tell herself, thinking of what - and who - could be waiting for her in Paris.
     
    Finally, the door to the airplane was closed and the stewardess’s voice came on over the speaker. No one had sat down next to her, and relieved, she leaned back as far as she could without reclining her seat. Annie had always hated flying and take-offs were the absolute worst. She closed her eyes as the plane ascended, feeling her stomach lurch at the rapid incline. She suddenly wished that she had a hand to hold, someone to tell her ‘it’s all going to be okay’. Pampered had become something else entirely, she realized, and she hadn’t wanted the game to end there. It had been both the man and the game that had created the appeal of submission.
     
    She remembered his light touch on the massage table. How she’d silently begged his hands for more until she’d arched her back and opened herself to him. The man and the situation had unravelled her completely. She had explored parts of her mind and desires that she never knew existed. She felt more than a bit doubtful that the experience could ever be repeated with someone else, and then forced the thought out of her mind. Something new was waiting for her, and it was time to move on. As the events of the last few days sank in, the self-restriction that had been a turn on, she figured, and Pedro’s willingness to play.
     
    As a flight attendant served drinks and passengers sat transfixed to screens in the backs of their seats, the memory of Pedro returned, despite her best attempts to forget him. His tie around her wrists, binding her ever so gently to the bedpost. His hard, muscular body pressing against hers in the shower, and his insistence that she follow his directions, no matter what they were. Pampered had become dominated , but only because she had wanted it. She wondered what Spoiled for choice would bring. She had no idea what Kate had planned for her next adventure in Paris. The only information she’d shared was the address for the villa and a cafe on La Rue du Commerce. Annie pictured herself walking the streets of Paris and waiting at a cafe table to meet an unknown man, some tall, dark, and handsome Parisian with flowing black hair.
     
    As the scattered clouds outside faded and she saw nothing but endless blue sky, Annie reclined her seat and tried to nap. She’d be landing in the middle of the afternoon, and would be navigating the next instalment of the game without Kate. This meant that she would have to be fully awake, fully energized, and ready for whatever crazy things Kate had planned for her in Paris.
     
    After landing, Annie emerged from the airport greeted by the bustle of passengers, all aiming to exit Charles de Gaulle and find the taxi rank a step ahead of someone else. After ten minutes of shifting her weight from one foot to the other, she finally reached the front of the line and climbed into a Citroën with Taxi Parisian stamped on its door. She took a deep breath and exhaled, planning on how she would try to communicate exactly where she needed to go.
     
    “Um..I want to go to...je veux aller à Villa Leandre.” She cringed at her own poor pronunciation. It sounded nothing