System S.E.X. (Seduction, Expansion, eXecution)-Chapter 318: High-Altitude Thrills

Tonight, I am yours, Sarah. Anything you want to do, anywhere you want to go... the night is ours," Ethan said.

Sarah looked up at him, a mischievous spark returning to her eyes despite the heavy conversation about her parents. She bit her lip, a shy but daring smile forming. "I still have the same ideas I had the last time we were together. I want something fast, something that makes my heart feel like it’s going to burst," Sarah said.

Ethan let out a rich, confident laugh. "Alright, alright. I hear you. Let’s go," Ethan said.

He thought for a moment. Sarah craved strong emotions—the kind of adrenaline that made the world blur. He could easily tear through the city or cause a scene, but he didn’t want to create a mess for Lena to clean up just yet. He had a better idea, something that would give her the thrill she wanted without the risk of a police chase.

"Do you trust me enough to leave everything in my hands?" Ethan said.

"I’d trust you with my life, Ethan. You know that," Sarah said.

"Then let’s head to the roof. I need to ’pick up’ our ride for the night," Ethan said.

He took her by the hand, leading her toward the private elevator. They emerged onto the windy helipad, where a team of Royal technicians was busy maintaining the fleet. The guards straightened up immediately as Ethan approached.

"Master! We didn’t expect you up here. Do you need a transport? We have the gunships prepped and ready for combat," the lead guard said.

"No, I’m not going to war tonight. Get the red civilian model ready. I’m taking it for a spin," Ethan said.

The technicians quickly finished the final checks on a sleek, bright red helicopter that looked more like a luxury sports car than a military vehicle. Ethan helped Sarah into the co-pilot seat and strapped her in before climbing into the pilot’s chair. He handed her a pair of noise-canceling headphones.

"Ever been in one of these before?" Ethan said.

"Never! It looks terrifying... and incredibly exciting," Sarah said.

"Then hold on tight. The night is young," Ethan said.

He flipped a series of switches, and the rotors began to hum, slowly building into a powerful roar. Ethan handled the controls with a natural, effortless grace, pulling the stick back until the ground fell away and the sparkling lights of the Massachusetts coastline opened up beneath them.

As they soared over the city, the skyscrapers looked like glowing toys. They talked through the comms, laughing and pointing out landmarks. The tension of the past two weeks seemed to evaporate in the high-altitude air.

"It’s so beautiful up here. I feel like I could touch the moon," Sarah said.

"You want to see what it really feels like to fly? Here, take the stick," Ethan said.

"What? No! I don’t know how to drive this thing!" Sarah said, her eyes widening in panic.

"Just keep it level. I’ve got the pedals. Go on, Sarah. Feel the power," Ethan said.

Hesitantly, she gripped the controls. For a few seconds, she managed to keep it steady, her face a mask of intense concentration. But then, a small gust of wind caught the tail, and she overcompensated, tilting the helicopter sharply to the left.

"Ethan! Oh my god, it’s tipping! We’re going down!" Sarah screamed as the horizon tilted at a dizzying angle.

"Relax! I’ve got you. Just breathe and pull back slowly," Ethan said, laughing as he watched her face flush with a mix of terror and pure, unadulterated joy. He let her struggle for a few more seconds, the helicopter dipping and swaying in the night sky, before he placed his hand over hers to steady the craft.

The red bird leveled out, hovering steadily over the shimmering lights of the harbor. Ethan let go of the controls entirely, leaning back with a smirk.

"Crul, take the stick. Keep us at five thousand feet and maintain a slow circular orbit around the bay," Ethan said.

[[Navigation systems engaged, Master. Autopilot is active. You are free to move about the cabin,]] Crul said.

Sarah’s eyes widened as she saw the joystick moving on its own, adjusted by invisible electronic hands. "It’s... it’s flying itself?" Sarah said.

"One of the perks of owning the technology," Ethan said.

He unbuckled his harness and stood up, reaching out a hand to her. Sarah took it, her heart still hammering against her ribs from the adrenaline of the near-crash. He led her away from the cockpit and into the spacious, leather-lined lounge area in the back of the cabin. The city lights flickered through the floor-to-ceiling reinforced glass panels, creating a dreamlike, golden glow inside the small space.

Ethan sat on the plush bench and pulled her toward him, his eyes dark and focused. The hum of the rotors was a distant vibration beneath their feet, making the air feel charged with electricity.

"Are you ready for the rest of your night, Sarah?" Ethan said.

Sarah looked at him, the fear from moments ago completely replaced by a burning devotion. She climbed onto his lap, her hands shaking slightly as she reached for the buttons of his shirt.

"I told you... I’m yours. Do whatever you want with me, Ethan. Just don’t stop," Sarah said.

Ethan smiled, a low growl of satisfaction escaping his throat as he pulled her into a deep, possessive kiss.

"Sarah, I have to ask... is this your first time?" Ethan said.

Sarah’s face flushed a deep crimson, and she bit her lip, looking away for a fleeting second before nodding slowly. "Yes... I’ve never been with anyone else. Are you... are you disappointed?" Sarah said.

Ethan chuckled softly, his voice a low vibration that seemed to calm the air around them. He tilted her chin up so she had to look at him. "Why would I be disappointed? I’m not angry or sad, Sarah. I only asked so I know how to treat you. I want this to be something you remember for the right reasons," Ethan said.

Sarah’s gaze hardened then, the shyness evaporating as the adrenaline from the flight merged with a sudden, fierce determination. She gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his muscles, refusing to be seen as just a fragile girl from his past.

"I’m not a fragile doll, Ethan. I don’t want you to be careful. I want to feel everything you are," Sarah said. She leaned in close to his ear, her breath hot against his skin as she whispered the words with raw intensity. "Rompeme el coño."

Ethan’s eyes flared with a sudden, violet light, the last of his restraint snapping at her bold invitation.