Claimed Harder by Em Brown
Chapter 19
BRIDGET
Past
Icouldn’t have dreamed up a more luxurious flight. The mattress on the double bed in our suite was comfier than my own bed, and the crew had sprinkled rose petals over it and included another bottle of champagne.
As soon as Darren and I were snuggled under the covers, his hands were in my pajama pants.
“What if these sliding doors aren’t that soundproof?” I ask. “Plus, the attendants seem to check up on us every five minutes.”
“The Do Not Disturb light is lit,” Darren replies. “And if you’re really worried about sound, give me your panties.”
“What?”
“Give me your panties.”
I give him a dubious look but shimmy out of my pajama bottoms and underwear. I hand the stretch -ace boyshorts to him.
He opens my mouth and stuffs my panties in. I make a protesting sound.
“Shh. You’re worried the crew might hear,” he reminds me.
I glare at him, but I’m soon distracted by his hand caressing me between the legs. My body is such a sucker for his touch. It’s distressing, really. And it seems to be getting worse with time. Before I know it, I’ll be committing armed robbery for him.
After he’s got me all hot and bothered, we go from missionary position sex to reverse cowgirl. My mouth gets dry from the panties, and there’s another problem with having my mouth stuffed with underwear.
Darren pulls me prone on top of him, my back to his chest, his cock still buried in me. “You can’t ask to come, can you?”
He swirls his fingers in my pubic hair before sliding lower to find my clit. I whimper as he strokes the engorged bud, made slippery by my wetness.
“Please, may I come?” I inquire, but the words come out a muffled mess.
His free hand plays with a breast while he masturbates me. “What’s that, Bridge?”
You know damn well what I’m asking.
But I try again.
“What would you rather have: the chance the crew might hear us or the chance to ask permission to come?”
I groan at him. But his fondling feels so good, I don’t want him to stop. I’ll come without asking. What’s he going to do? Make me go shopping? I won’t do it.
His fingers wreak havoc on me, like they always do. He gives my nipple a harsh pinch, and seconds later, I’m jerking and bucking against him. Holding me to him, he shoves his hips into me. He can’t seem to get the penetration he wants, so he rolls me beneath him. He pulls a pillow beneath my hips and is able to go deeper. After pounding into me forcefully, he roars, his legs trembling beside mine. I feel a stream of heat filling me.
Breathing heavily, he lays down beside me. “So what do you want your punishment to be for not asking to come?”
I pull my panties from my mouth. “That wasn’t fair.”
“Who says I’m fair?”
“I did ask!”
“I didn’t hear it. I just heard a bunch of mumbling.”
I grab the pillow and hit him across the chest with it. He grabs my wrists and, rolling on top of me, pins my hands to the bed.
“Behave yourself, Bridge.”
“I don’t deserve to be punished and you know it.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll make it good. Something you’ll come to beg for.”
He nuzzles my neck and kisses his way down to my belly. As he licks me between my thighs, I relent. It’s getting to be a habit all too soon. A small warning bell rings in my gut, but it’s soon drowned by the swelling of rapture.
I manageto sleep six hours on the plane. After getting up and dressed—I opt for a simple sundress—we dine on a filet mignon with eggs breakfast, served with Jamaican Blue Mountain Coffee. We watch a movie with JD and Amy. I work on my statistics homework for about an hour. Not long after lunch, the flight begins its descent.
Looking out the airplane window, I’m blown away by the cerulean ocean water and the white sandy beaches.
Maybe it’s because I’ve never been in another country, but I love Thailand. It’s a balmy eighty-five degrees when we arrive in the early afternoon. I drink in everything from the airport to the ride to the resort and am so absorbed, I don’t think to take photos.
Our driver names the different beaches we drive by and explains that the winter season tends to bring drier weather, calmer seas, and sunnier skies. Nothing but sunshine and temperatures in the eighties are expected for the next ten days.
Darren tells us the resort that we’re going to was developed by distant relatives in the Lee family and sits on what is effectively a private beach, which are not allowed in Thailand, but the Lee family purchased all the surrounding land.
“O.M.G.,” whispers Amy when the car pulls up to a multilevel resort built into the side of a cliff and overlooking the ocean.
I don’t even have words.
The driver says he’ll have our bags taken directly to our villas. Following Darren and JD to the lobby, Amy and I try not to fall over our own feet as we ogle our surroundings.
“O.M.G.,” Amy says again as we look down from the lobby at the huge infinity pool below. It almost looks like you can swim from the pool straight into the Andaman Sea.
After JD and Darren have checked in and a resort staff member has offered us drinks, another staff member asks if we wish to take the elevator or stairs down to the villas.
“Stairs,” I answer so that we can see more.
“O.M.G., this is yummy,” Amy says of her Singapore Sling.
We walk by huge lounging areas with incredible vistas. From the stairs, I can see tennis courts, another swimming pool, one of the three restaurants set in the middle of a pond, and a pavilion for spa treatments, with another for yoga. The staff member tells us the resort is one of the few with direct beach access, goes over the amenities offered, and provides logistics such as the availability of internet and international plugs.
As if the main resort area wasn’t astounding enough, the villas leave me speechless. JD and Darren each have their own one-bedroom villa with full kitchen and dining area. The large windows and glass doors make all the rooms extremely bright even with the shade of the surrounding trees, and each villa comes with its own private pool.
The king-size bed beneath a romantic canopy faces the beach. The balcony doors are open, allowing in a faint breeze.
“What’s the matter?” Darren asks me.
“I…I just feel like the luckiest person in the world,” I reply. I almost feel like crying. I wish my grandmother or Coretta were here. They deserve an extraordinary place like this after how hard they’ve worked.
Darren walks up to me and cups my face in both hands. His tone is slightly threatening. “Your job is to enjoy it all.”
I nod. I want to thank him for picking me for this trip, but the words are caught in my throat. He brushes his lips over mine. The kiss deepens. My head, already swimming from taking in everything so far, drowns in awe.
“Now about your punishment…” he murmurs atop my lips.
A squeal surprises us apart. A slender young woman with long, shiny black hair with bangs over thick-lashed eyes steps through the balcony doors.
“It’s so good to see you!” she cries as she throws her arms around Darren.
Behind her follows a young man with a quiff cut, what look to be expensive shades, and a bronzed tan. He and Darren shake hands.
“Bridget, this is the bride and groom,” Darren introduces. “Andrea and Preston.”
I shake hands with the couple. They’re friendly enough but don’t seem that interested in me. I wonder if they think I just happen to be Darren’s flavor of the month?
Andrea turns back to Darren. “I heard your mother might not make it, but tell her we’re saving a seat anyway in case she can. Tomorrow’s the rehearsal dinner, which you’re of course welcome to attend. Just let Sarah, the wedding planner, know. And we’ll probably go clubbing over in Patong tonight. That’s the one drawback of this beach. Not as much nightlife.”
“Where will the wedding take place?” I ask.
“On the beach. We decided to keep it small, with only two hundred guests. If you want to join us for dinner, we have reservations at seven.”
After Andrea and Preston leave, Darren grabs me over to him and continues where we left off. But JD and Amy show up next.
“My dad’s up in one of the cliffside villas,” JD tells Darren. “Want to come with? He hasn’t seen you since your father…”
JD looks at me briefly, maybe thinking Darren hasn’t told me about his father’s passing, though I don’t understand why that would be an issue regardless.
After the men are gone, Amy lays down on the bed and appears to do snow angels. “Can you believe this place?”
I sit down next to her and run my hand over the super-soft linen. “No, I can’t.”
“I don’t think I can go back to Cal after this. Simone and Kat are going to be so jelly when they see the photos.”
I go get my phone. “That reminds me, I promised Coretta I’d take lots of pics.”
Amy sits up. “What do you think of Andrea?”
“She seems nice.”
“Yeah. We didn’t talk much, though.”
“As the bride, she probably has a million and one things on her mind.”
“Still, you’d think she’d take a stronger interest in her brother’s girlfriend. She’s really cute looking, just like JD. I wonder why he’s not bringing me to meet his dad yet.”
I shrug. “I’m sure you’ll get to meet the dad soon enough. We’re here for a week.”
“Ten days for me and JD.”
Darren is staying ten days as well, but a week was the most I was willing to stay. And I spoke with Cheryl—after thanking her for getting the clothes—to have her change my flight back to economy class. Of the many outfits she had purchased, I’d selected only three plus a swimsuit to bring along. I packed some of my own clothes.
When the guys return, I ask if we can take a walk on the beach. JD declines, so Amy passes on the walk.
“Before we go on the walk,” Darren says, “we still have to take care of your punishment.”
“For what happened on the flight?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“But…” I growl when I can see that he’s not going to change his mind.
He digs through one of the bags, which the valet had placed in our villa earlier, and takes out a small black box. He opens it to reveal two shiny balls connected by a string looped at one end.
“You know what these are?” he asks.
“Ben Wa balls,” I guess.
“You ever try them?”
“No, but I’m about to?”
I guess having to do some Kegel exercises isn’t too bad a punishment.
Darren has me lie on the bed and lift up my dress. Pulling aside my underwear, he rubs one of the balls along my clit. When I’m nice and wet, he slips the ball inside me, then pushes the second one in. He tongues my clit, and I have second thoughts about going for a walk on the beach. The sensation of the balls plus the cunnilingus are a nice pairing. And getting in an orgasm would be a nice start to the walk.
But Darren stops and pulls me off the bed. “Now we can check out the beach.”
“With the balls inside?” I ask. “What if they fall out?”
“You have the lighter beginner balls. They shouldn’t take that much work to keep in.”
As I take a few steps, I’m not sure I agree. It’s strange enough having something stuffed up my vagina that isn’t a tampon.
At least the beach is practically deserted, which surprises me, given we’re in tourist season, so I have privacy if I have an accident. For a while, all I can think of are the balls inside of me, but I do notice the softness of the sand is otherworldly. I feel like I’m stepping on baking flour.
“How are the balls doing?” Darren asks with a grin after we’ve walked quietly for a few minutes.
“Nice to see you’re enjoying my torture,” I retort.
The balls are a constant reminder of my arousal and the orgasm I was hoping to have before the walk. My body hasn’t had the chance to settle down, and I don’t know that it will with these damn balls in me.
“How do they make you feel?” he asks.
I look at him. The breeze tussles his hair. He looks sexy as ever in a button-down shirt, untucked with the sleeves rolled up, over khaki pants.
“Horny,” I blurt.
He laughs.
I head to the water and dip my feet in to see if I can get my mind off the balls, but Darren pulls me to him and smothers my mouth with a heavy kiss. His hand encircles the back of my head, locking me in place, my mouth his to plunder. I love the way he kisses, even though I find it overwhelming at times. The agitation in my loins flares, accentuated by the balls.
He scoops me up in his arms and carries me to an area beneath a palm tree. He continues to take my mouth as he sets me down in the sand. I yelp when I feel him reaching up the skirt of my dress. I want to keep kissing him, but there’s no guarantee that we’re alone. We had walked by a couple sunbathing not too far from here. I push his hand away.
“You want to go back to our villa?” I inquire against his invading mouth.
“No,” he mumbles.
I grab at his hand, which cups my mound, and try to wriggle from underneath him. “Darren, this is not a private beach.”
“No one’s going to access it.”
“The hotel guests? We walked by a couple already.”
“You said you were horny.”
“I can wait till we get back to our villa. Can’t you?” I dare him.
“Sure, but I don’t want to.”
I try to push him off me. “Our villa isn’t even that far.”
“Stop struggling. You’re going to get sand in our clothes.” He grabs my wrists and pins them to the ground. “Don’t make your punishment worse.”
“Ugh. Coming to Thailand with you has its drawbacks.”
He palms a breast through my dress. “And its perks.”
He bites at my nipple through the fabric and cups me between the thighs again. I debate which is worse: getting caught having sex in public or worsening my punishment. The latter involves a lot of unknowns, and there’s chance we could get away with the first.
His hand slips into my panties and rubs my flesh. Now I don’t think I have the will to do anything but the first option. I try to swallow my moans as he intensifies his fondling, which makes the balls inside me quiver. My body starts to writhe for a different reason.
When he undoes his pants, I look to see if anyone’s around. He pulls aside my panties.
“Aren’t you going to take the balls out?” I gasp when I feel his erection pressing against me.
For an answer, he sinks in several inches.
Holy crap.
I feel the balls being pushed deeper inside me. It’s unlike anything I’ve felt before. He rolls his hips, pressing the balls farther each time. I feel as if my body is one long tuning fork. Each time he thrusts, I’m hit with vibrations of arousal from head to toe. I hope I come soon because as magnificent as the sensations are, they’re almost too much to take.
“Oh…God,” I groan, grabbing onto his shirt.
The balls hit areas that have never been touched before.
“Oh God, oh God,” I pant.
He stares into my face expectantly, and I remember to ask, “Can I come?”
He grinds his hips to mine. “You’re not worried about people anymore?”
I shake my head. He pauses to kiss my neck and shoulders. I clamp down on his cock and the balls.
“Please,” I try.
“Maybe we should wait till we get back to the villa.”
I glare at him. “You’re such a…”
“Go on. Finish your sentence, then ask to come again.”
“…tease. Can I come now?”
“That’s not what you were going to say, was it?”
“No. Sir.”
“Not a bad recovery attempt. Tell you what, I’ll let you come if you agree to take an anal plug tonight.”
I balk. I’m going to have more objects inside me? And what exactly is an anal plug?
Darren resumes his thrusting, and my doubts evaporate.
“Okay,” I agree.
“Okay, what?”
“I’ll do the anal plug. Just let me come.”
His cock stabs into me in quick, short bursts, shaking me and the balls inside me. My orgasm erupts, shattering me into pieces. I don’t realize I’ve screamed aloud till Darren clamps his hand over my mouth. After some hard and deep shoving, he reaches his climax. I lay on the sand in disarray, little pulses still rippling through my veins.
Like Amy would say: O.M.G.
Darren pulls out, brushes the sand off his crotch area and zips his pants.
He gives me a hand up. I have sand in my hair, on my dress, on my butt and even in my underwear. I take a step and wobble because the balls are still in me.
“I can’t wait to get these balls out,” I mutter.
“What if I made you wear them the rest of the night?”
My eyes widen. “You can’t make me.”
He grasps my jaw. “Sure I can. And we’re just getting started, Bridge.”
