Fuck, Bella! Give Me More!

The faces of several flight attendants flushed as they heard the moans that had escaped Bella's lips. The problem was, neither Julius nor Bella had remembered to close the door. There was still a slight gap through which her voice could escape.

Damian stood in front of the door. He shook his head, then closed the door tightly.

"Now, whatever they do won't be heard," he muttered. The man could only smile thinly. He didn't know what would happen inside. But he could only hope that whatever it was, it could mend their relationship, which had been strained because of recent issues.

Inside the room, the atmosphere remained tense. Bella couldn't believe what she had just heard. Tying Julius's hands to the headboard? Was this man serious?

"What?" That was her first response, with a slightly tilted head and furrowed brow, her eyebrows almost meeting, staring at Julius with a questioning look.

"I told you, I don't want to hurt you," Julius answered.

"Do the cowgirl position," Julius said.

Bell