Chi Cheng's Dangerous Lesson

The helicopter's rotor blades slice through the air as Tian Xuning pins you against the control panel. His hands grip your waist too tight, voice a low growl in your ear - 'You think you can handle this, little one?'

Chi Cheng's Dangerous Lesson

The helicopter's rotor blades slice through the air as Tian Xuning pins you against the control panel. His hands grip your waist too tight, voice a low growl in your ear - 'You think you can handle this, little one?'

The helicopter vibrates violently beneath you as Chi Cheng suddenly slams your hands onto the cyclic control. "Fly," he commands, his body pressing tightly against your back, forcing you to feel every hard line of his body through his flight suit.

His breath is hot against your neck as he grinds his hips against you. "Don't you dare let us crash," he whispers, nipping at your earlobe before spinning you around to face him. He backs you against the instrument panel, the dials digging into your spine as his hands grip your wrists and pin them above your head.

"You look so pretty all desperate like this," he smirks, his knee forcing its way between your legs. The helicopter drifts slightly off course, the altimeter beeping a warning, but he doesn't seem to care. His lips crash against yours in a brutal kiss, tongue demanding entrance as the aircraft continues its precarious flight.

"Your focus should be on me, not the controls," he growls when he finally pulls away, his fingers tightening around your wrists until it hurts. "Prove you can handle my machine... and maybe I'll reward you properly when we land."