Bride by Sara Fields

Chapter 8

The next morning, I woke to his arms still wound around me. Neither of us had moved much at all during the night. It had been my best sleep in a very long time and as I blinked awake, a sense of satiated contentment poured over me.

There was a residual soreness in my limbs and my core felt empty. My pussy was quite sore, but in a way that left me feeling taken care of and blissfully happy. I was still naked and so was he, but the two of us together like that made me smile.

“Good morning, my beautiful wife,” he whispered behind me. He pressed his lips against the back of my shoulder in an indulgent kiss, eliciting the softness of moans from me in the process. His fingers caressed the length of my hipbone, circling it gently and causing a rush of goosebumps to rise along my skin.

“Do you want to know something, Zoe?” he asked and there was a certain huskiness to his voice that made me curious.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“I’ve dreamed of waking up beside you for the first time like this for a very long time,” he whispered.

“Is it all that you imagined?” I asked.

“Even better,” he purred.

I hummed quietly in embarrassment. I wasn’t used to anyone bathing me in compliments like he did, and I didn’t quite know what to say. I didn’t have to though, because my stomach chose that exact moment to growl incredibly loudly and ruined that perfect moment.

“Weren’t we supposed to have dessert after dinner sometime?” I asked, knowing full well the two of us had been far too distracted to eat anything at all even if it had been brought to us last night.

He rolled over top of me and lowered himself so that his arms pinned my thighs to the bed. He looked down at my bare pussy and I squeaked with embarrassment. Pointedly, he dropped his head and lightly dragged his tongue against my clit. I shivered, gasping as the wet heat of his tongue slid against my sore flesh.

“I was going to call for breakfast, but maybe I should enjoy my own dessert first,” he murmured before his lips locked onto my clit.

“Oh! I didn’t mean…” I began but my words died on my lips.

Fuck.

His mouth on my flesh was something else altogether. His tongue flicked back and forth, and I knew that I would never be the same after that. I would never forget how wet and hot his mouth felt against my clit. It was so very different from his fingers or my own and when he thrust two fingers inside my pussy at the same time, I knew I was done for.

He didn’t coax my orgasm forward slowly. Instead, it was hard and fast and so incredibly hot that I couldn’t hold it back. To be honest, I was still sore and tired from last night, so my defenses weren’t particularly strong.

When my release broke, it was intense in a beautiful way. I hesitantly clutched at his head, not to push him away or to keep him between my legs, but as a way to simply hold onto him as he gave me what he wanted. My pleasure twisted hot and heavy and quick as my torso rolled. I rode his mouth, enjoying every second of scalding bliss that I could until it finally faded into a soft warm light. It ignited the satisfied ache in my limbs and burned it away, leaving me feeling languid and fully contented. I whined softly when he pulled his fingers from me.

He drew back up over me with a smirking grin plastered all over his face.

“I could get used to the taste of you on my tongue every morning, little girl,” he said, and I bit my lip bashfully as I drew my thighs together.

“It’s a rather nice way to wake up,” I admitted, feeling my cheeks flush incredibly hot as the words left my mouth.

“Open your mouth,” he demanded firmly, and I relented. He pushed the same two fingers that had been deep inside me into my mouth. “You asked for dessert. You will clean your sweetness off my fingers, little girl, and you will enjoy it.”

I blushed hard as I closed my lips around his fingers. The taste of my own arousal was strong, sweet, musky, and delightfully filthy with a side of taboo, but with him it felt right. I met his eyes as I began to suckle him, swallowing around his thick digits and doing my very best to clean every drop of me off of him. He smiled broadly with pride, and I suckled at him more vigorously. When I was done, he withdrew his fingers slowly and my mouth made a popping sound when he pulled them out completely.

His gaze darkened considerably with his own arousal.

He pushed off of me, grasping my arm and quickly flipping me over on my belly. I tensed as he caressed my backside, and he clicked his tongue.

“I want to see what’s mine, pretty girl,” he murmured. He slid his palm over my bare bottom, and I couldn’t help myself as I arched into his touch. His fingers were gentle and explorative, but when he forcibly spread my bottom open, I squeaked in surprise. His fingertip only just tapped against my bottom hole, and I covered my face with my hands so that I could hide my utter embarrassment.

He didn’t say anything at all, but the threats of more of his belt and his cock fucking my bottom rushed back with wild intensity. I mewled as he released me, still feeling the touch of his finger on such a shameful place long after he’d removed it.

I trembled on the bed for a long moment, lost in the unknown of my unquenchable desire and his dangerously dark promises.

“Good girl,” he praised, and I couldn’t stop myself from beaming just a little at his words. He sat beside me on the bed and picked up the phone on the bedside table. I uncovered my face and watched him as he put in an order for breakfast. I didn’t really listen to the words he was saying as he ordered, too caught up of the feeling of his hands on my skin to worry about the food that was coming. When he hung up, he took my hand with his and squeezed it tight.

“If you’d like, you can go wash up. You are not yet allowed to dress though, my beautiful wife. You will remain naked until I allow you the privilege of clothing once again,” he said softly.

His ownership over me was so utterly captivating and possessive that it made my pussy clench hard. I glanced back at him, delighting in the way he looked at me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world and I nodded. My anger from yesterday had all but faded. I know I should still be fighting back, but I no longer wanted to. In fact, I kind of wanted to see what happened next.

“Yes, sir,” I answered.

He smiled and offered me a hand. I took it and slowly climbed out of the bed, enjoying the way my limbs felt both tired and alive at the same time. I wandered into the bathroom, finding a brand-new toothbrush, toothpaste, and a hairbrush waiting for me on the counter. I brushed my teeth and used the restroom. When I was done, I wandered back into the shower on the balcony, groaning with giddy happiness as the warm water cascaded down on my skin. I took my time washing and conditioning my hair. I used the coconut oil sugar scrub to smooth my body, humming with delight at the softness of my skin after I was through. After I thoroughly rinsed all the residual soap left behind, I shut off the water and wrapped myself in a warm towel. I dried the rest of my body with a second one and tossed it in a basket after I was through. I tamed the wild nest of my hair, working through each knot slowly and surely. When it dried, it was going to shine like silk.

I padded back into the bedroom, watching as Grayson answered the door. Feeling a bit shy, I hugged my towel around myself and stayed back so that the attendant didn’t see that I was still naked. Grayson rolled the cart into the room and turned back, thanking the person before he shut the door. He turned toward me, dragging his gaze up and down my body with a primal hunger that made me clutch the towel just a bit tighter.

“Why don’t you take a seat over there?” he offered, pointing over to the small table by the window. “Leave the towel on the bed.”

I shivered, knowing full well that I didn’t have much choice. If I refused, I’d probably only end up back over his knee. I’d still end up completely naked, only with a bright red and very sore bottom too.

I took a deep breath and slowly unwrapped the towel from my body. Every inch of bared flesh made me flush because his gaze never wavered, not even once. His eyes feasted on my skin, studying the full curves of my breasts and the cusp of my thighs. He didn’t need to say anything at all for me to know that he could see the way they were glistening with my own wetness.

“Good girl,” he purred and without warning, my heart leapt. I felt my blush deepen and I stared down at the floor, momentarily stunned. I don’t know why those two words affected me that way, but when I finally managed to get my pitter-pattering heart under control I bravely smiled in his direction and slowly walked over to the small table. The chairs beside the table were covered in a beautiful satiny fabric consisting of a dark navy blue base with silver- and gold-colored swirls. I traced my fingers along the cloth before I took a seat, trying to ignore the fact that I was still naked and utterly failing.

Grayson rolled the breakfast cart over to me and took the liberty of preparing me a cup of coffee. I watched him in silence, taking note that he only added creamer and not sugar.

Of course he would know how I liked my coffee. Instead of making me angry though, I smiled. Sure, it was maybe a little over the top, but it also felt quite special.

“Thank you,” I murmured as he passed me the steaming mug. I took a small sip and sighed happily. I only just caught the very pleased expression on his face before he uncovered a few plates of food.

“What would you like?” he asked, and I took a few seconds to study the rather decadent-looking breakfast he’d had delivered. There were eggs done up a number of different ways. There was bacon and sausage, as well as pancakes, waffles, and French toast. There was even a breakfast burrito that was slathered in green and red enchilada sauce. I licked my lips, and I was quite certain my eyes were as big as saucers as I took in the feast before me.

“I’d like the cheddar omelet there, pancakes, and some bacon, please,” I said with an excited grin.

“Good choice,” he murmured and within moments, he’d placed everything down in front of me. He even put some salt and pepper on my eggs at my request and when I was ready, he sat down with his own plate of food. He’d chosen steak and eggs. He’d also grabbed some bacon and sausage for himself. I curled my fingers around my fork and speared a bite of pancakes first. The fluffy, maple-laden treat practically melted on my tongue, and I couldn’t help myself as I moaned in pleasure at the taste.

“Your chef deserves a raise,” I muttered.

“He’d be happy to hear that,” he answered with a chuckle.

I chewed a few more bites, delighting in the luxury of such a fabulously prepared meal for a bit longer before I sat back and sighed.

“So, what happens now?” I asked carefully.

“My people are clearing out your apartment. They are packing your things, and everything will arrive this evening for you,” he began.

“You know, most men would ask a woman to move in with them,” I mumbled.

“I’m not most men,” he answered with a smirk. He cleared his throat. “You are my wife, and you will live here with me. That is final. If I need to discuss it any further, it will be with you over my knee with your pretty tears dripping down your face,” he added, and I shuddered hard.

“I understand,” I squeaked.

“Good,” he grinned. There was a sparkle in his gaze that told me that a part of him wanted me to disobey so that he’d have an opportunity to punish me like that and I couldn’t deny that there was a sliver of me curious enough to want to test him.

But not yet. I was still quite sore from the events of the past twenty-four hours. Instead, I squirmed in my chair, already impossibly needy even though he’d taken care of me quite thoroughly last night and this morning.

“After we finish breakfast, you and I are going on our honeymoon. We will spend the week on my private yacht, touring some of the best wineries, vineyards, and beaches along the private coasts,” he started.

“But my work…” I began and he cut me off.

“I’ve arranged everything for you. You’ll be able to contact everyone that works for you, and they will be able to reach you. They understand you’ll be traveling the next several days,” he answered.

“You have no right,” I sputtered, and he stood up. I bit my bottom lip. He walked over to me and grasped my chin lightly. My heart hammered in my chest as he stared down at me.

“My pretty bride, I have every right. It is my wish to take my bride on her dream honeymoon, and I want her to enjoy every moment of it without the stress of her work weighing her down,” he said firmly.

“I can’t. My company needs me,” I continued.

“They will manage perfectly fine without you. If they need you, they will be able to contact you,” he continued.

I glared back at him.

“When was the last time you took a vacation, little girl?”

“I… well… there’s never been any time,” I blurted.

His hard gaze looked at me for a very long moment and I wondered if I was about to get that punishment he had only just threatened moments ago.

“Let me tell you what’s going to happen, my pretty bride. I’m going to dress you and you’re going to be a good little girl for me. Then I’m going to take you downstairs and guide you into the car that’s waiting to take us to my yacht. It’s not a very long ride, but it will be your choice whether you walk onto my boat still in your sundress or completely naked with your very red bottom on display for my crew,” he warned.

“Yes, sir,” I shuddered, pressing my thighs together knowingly. I glanced at his palm, swallowing hard and hating myself for getting even wetter at the prospect of him chastising me in that way.

“Open your legs,” he commanded as he knelt down before me. Hesitantly, I obeyed him, watching his smile broaden immeasurably as he took in the sight of my soaked pussy. He reached for me, using his thumb to lightly tease my clit.

“I want you to think about how private my yacht is going to be, little girl. I want you to think about all the shameful things that can happen when we’re on the top deck, or swimming in the water, or even in our bed. More specifically, I want you to think about the first time I bend you over the railing and fuck you so good and hard that you scream for me,” he continued, leaning forward just enough so that the broadness of his shoulders kept my legs wide open. “If you’re a very good girl all day, I might even allow you to enjoy it too.”

My entire body trembled for him.

“Can you do that for me, little girl?” he asked expectantly.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, unable to stop the way my hips started rolling to meet his movements. “Please, I’ll your good girl.”

He slid two fingers inside me, but his thumb never stopped worrying my clit.

“Are you?” he asked, and my inner walls fluttered hard around his thick digits. “Am I going to need to spank your bare little bottom today?”

“Probably,” I moaned.

“Would you like that?” he asked.

“No. Maybe. Probably yes,” I mewled, my need building inside me with every passing moment. It had started with a slow simmer, but his threats to punish and bring me pleasure had caused it to build into a blazing fire.

“Naughty girl,” he purred, and his fingers started fluttering deep inside me and I lost the ability to string words together. He taunted me with those fingers, and I only just reached the edge of orgasm before he pulled them from me. “It’s time to get dressed, bride.”

“No! Please!” I begged, my thighs trembling as my core squeezed tight with the painful jolt of denial.

“Tell you what, pretty girl, I’m going to give you an option. You and I are going to get dressed and then we’re going to go down to the car. You can either sit beside me with your hand in mine, or you can lift your dress and put yourself over my knee. It will be my decision to either punish you or reward you, but you won’t know until your bottom is bare for me,” he offered, and my pussy squeezed tight.

“Okay,” I blushed. He smiled and leaned forward, placing a single kiss directly on top of my clit. I cried out as a scalding hot streak of pleasure coursed through me, already knowing what I would do when we got in that car.

Without delay, he took my hand and helped me to stand up on shaky legs. He led me into the master closet.

“Do I have to pack anything?” I asked.

“No. I’ve taken care of that for the both of us,” he answered as he picked out a gorgeous white dress covered in bright pink and red flowers. He put it over my head and guided my arms into place before he pulled it down over my hips. He knelt down and slid my feet into a pair of strappy white sandals. When he started getting dressed too, I shuffled from side to side, very well aware of the bareness of my pussy beneath my dress.

“No panties?” I asked.

“No. You’re not allowed to wear them today,” he answered nonchalantly, and I chewed my lip. I wanted to fight him on it, but I knew that probably wouldn’t end up well for me considering the decision I had to make so very shortly.

I rubbed my inner thighs together. They were so wet. Being bare like this made me feel so much more sensitive. Maybe he liked leaving me like this—soaked, needy, and wanting.

Maybe I liked it too.

I decided not to say anything about it. Instead, I watched him pull on a pair of gray slacks and a white button-up shirt. He rolled up the sleeves to his elbows and tucked in his shirt. He slipped his feet into a pair of black loafers. It was so simple, but so perfect.

I was almost grateful that he was mine.

“You look so beautiful, my pretty bride,” he murmured, and I couldn’t help but smile. When he offered me his hand, I took it and willingly went along with him. He led me out of the bedroom and down another hallway to a private elevator. The two of us entered together and he drew me close to him by wrapping his arms around me. His hands settled on my stomach and never drew any lower, much to my frustration. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was likely smiling knowing that I was suffering for his touch.

By the time we reached the ground floor, I was practically ready to jump him. He took me out a door to a waiting limo. He opened the door for me like a perfect gentleman and helped me to climb in. I sat down and he took a seat beside me as the driver closed the door behind him. As the car started and pulled away from the curb, I waited for the privacy divider to close but it never did.

“Can he put that up?” I asked hesitantly.

“No,” Grayson answered. I shivered, caught in the struggle of needing his touch and embarrassed that someone else might see what was about to happen next. My pussy clenched insatiably hard at the thought of something so shameful and my clit pulsed with greed.

“Music?” the driver asked.

“No. Thank you, Mitch,” Grayson answered. I blanched. The driver was not only going to be able to see everything, but he was going to hear everything too.

Nervously, I fingered the hem of my dress and looked back at my husband. His gaze was dark, but he made no move. He’d left this choice up to me. I swallowed hard.

I started to lift my dress, pushing myself off the seat just enough to slide the hem above my waist. I stared at my hands, blushing furiously as I finally drew up enough courage to put myself over his knee. I knew the driver would be able to see the bareness of my bottom in the mirror. He’d be able to see Grayson give me a spanking and he’d be able to hear my screams if my husband decided that I had been good enough to come for him.

Grayson groaned in sheer appreciation as he guided his palm over my tender backside before he slapped both sides in quick succession. I squeaked in surprise.

“Does it make you blush that I knew you would put yourself over my knee, bottom bare and your wet little pussy on complete display?” he began, and I groaned with shame.

“Yes, sir,” I breathed, and his palm peppered my bottom several times.

“Tell me, little girl, do you deserve to be punished?” he asked as his palm slid over my sensitive flesh. My mind raced. Did he want me to say yes? Was he testing me?

“No, sir,” I whispered anxiously, biting my lower lip as I waited for him to respond.

“Hmmm…”

That was almost worse than if he said nothing at all. He lightly slapped my lower cheeks, squeezing them tight afterward and igniting my desire for more.

“Do you deserve to be rewarded then, little girl?” he finally asked.

“Yes, sir,” I rushed to answer.

His other arm wound around my hips, holding me in place.

“I think you need a bright pink bottom first. I wouldn’t want my driver thinking that I spoil my bride too much,” he mused, and I cried out as he started spanking me in earnest. His palm stung just enough to send a message, but I quickly realized that my pleasure was far outpacing the pain. It wasn’t a particularly hard spanking and as I whined softly, he leaned forward.

“Good little girls need good hard spankings too,” he murmured just loud enough for me to hear, and I moaned as he lifted my hips a bit higher. He spanked me for a bit longer and when he finally paused, he slid his fingers in between my legs. In that moment, I knew that this wasn’t a punishment. This was a reward and that made my inner walls flutter with blatant excitement.

“So very wet, little girl,” he observed, and I whined as his fingers slipped far enough forward to lightly circle my clit.

“Yes, sir,” I sighed. I lifted my hips to meet his touch.

“My driver can see your bright pink bottom, my pretty bride. He knows you needed to be spanked in the backseat of my car,” Grayson continued. He slipped a finger inside me, expertly using another to continue teasing my clit. I moaned. I wanted to tell him I hated that he’d spanked me in front of someone else, but I knew I would be lying. Even right now, I wanted to come more than ever.

I wanted his driver to see that not only did Grayson spank me, but that he would make me come too.

“My my, little girl. I can feel your pussy tightening at the thought of being put in your place so publicly,” Grayson observed out loud and there was no doubt in my mind that the driver could hear. I whimpered softly as my pleasure built and tried to fight it as much as I could, but it was a losing battle. I knew it wouldn’t be long until I begged him to let me come. With my bottom bare over his knee though, I wanted to have his permission to orgasm. If I came without that, he could decide to punish me. Really punish me…

I cried out in nervous arousal. His fingers were incredible, each one an expert of stoking my desire and building it so high that I knew I’d never settle for my own ever again.

“Please,” I whispered. I was still so embarrassed to beg for what I wanted in front of someone else.

Instead of giving me what I wanted, he continued to tease me. I was caught in the web of the unknown, wondering if he’d heard me or if I just didn’t sound desperate enough for him yet.

“Oh, please!” I begged, my voice just a tad louder and his fingers only quickened. He still didn’t give me permission and a small part inside me started to panic. I didn’t know how much longer I would be able to hold back, but I did know how punishing his palm could be. I tried to keep that in my mind as his fingers continued to drive me crazy.

“Please let me come for you. Please!” I finally cried out. The driver would have heard that.

“We’re almost to my yacht, sweet girl. Can you come long and hard for me before we get there?”

“Yes, sir! Please!” I pleaded. My clit felt like it was throbbing hard enough to jump out of my skin and my inner walls were clutching so greedily tight around his fingers that I knew that following his instructions would be no problem at all.

“Good. Come hard for me, sweet bride. Scream loud enough so that my driver knows I put you in your place,” he demanded, and my world shattered.

My thighs started quivering first and the rest of my body followed. I writhed over his knees, riding his fingers shamefully but I no longer cared. My passion exploded in a white-hot veil of pure bliss, and I lost myself in every last second of it. His fingers never slowed, and I floated over every powerful wave of ecstasy, shaking with my bright pink bottom on display.

I came so hard that when it all finally ended, I was a quivering wet mess still lying across his lap. His fingers slowly slipped free from me, and I sighed with happiness, enjoying the strong blanket of satisfaction that swept over me from such an intense orgasm. When my body stopped shivering, he gathered me in his arms and snuggled me in his lap.

“Open your mouth and clean off my fingers,” he commanded softly, and I obeyed. “I want the taste of that orgasm fresh on your tongue when you walk onto my ship.”

I suckled his fingers with vigor, playfully meeting his gaze.

“That’s not all, my sweet bride.”

I furrowed my brow in confusion.

“Because after you’re given a complete tour of my ship, I’m going to take you up to the top deck and replace the taste of your own orgasm with my cock,” he said darkly, and I gasped with surprise. “Be a good girl and I’ll even let you swallow.”

I hummed around his fingers as he slowly pulled them out. The car slowly came to a stop, but as I curled into his arms, he made no fast movements to push me off. He simply held me for as long as I needed. Eventually, the driver came around and opened the door for us and I finally found the strength to climb off his lap. His driver was silent as he offered me a hand. I could feel my face go scarlet as I took his assistance. I stumbled and he firmly grasped my arm. He kept me from falling and I sheepishly mumbled my thanks. Grayson climbed out behind me and steadied me. My dress had fallen down, covering my pink bottom and the arousal coating my thighs.

“Thank you,” I said again, louder this time. Bashfully, I lifted my gaze and smiled at his driver. His smile was polite, but that didn’t make it any less embarrassing for me to know he’d seen and heard everything that just happened in that backseat.

“It’s no problem, Dr. Asher,” Mitch replied with a nod. I grinned a bit more broadly, liking him a bit more knowing that he hadn’t just called me Mrs. Asher.

“Come now. Let me show you Serenity,” Grayson murmured, while brushing my hair aside and kissing my neck. He pulled me back just far enough so that I could feel his hard cock against my backside, and I bit my lip, shamefully enjoying his seemingly constant need to leave me wanting. As if nothing had happened, he took my hand in his and led me forward. I followed and enjoyed the way my thighs glided against one another, the slippery remains of my orgasm still coating my skin.

The two of us walked down a long gangway and were led aboard by two female stewards in slim white pantsuits. The yacht was massive, and I found myself at a loss for words as we walked inside.

“She’s almost four-hundred-and-fifty feet long, Zoe. She’s crewed by a staggering fifty people and is designed to be my own personal mansion on the seas. The lower floors are housed by the crew, but the top three floors are all mine. There’s a big Jacuzzi for us to enjoy, a glass-bottomed pool, a gym, a fully supplied spa, a cinema room, as much space as we could ever want, and a helicopter pad, just in case we want something that’s not already on board,” he explained.

“Mimosa?” a waitress asked, and I gracefully nodded, noticing that she had one already prepared for me on a platter. “A glass of your favorite whiskey, sir,” she added, and Grayson mumbled in appreciation.

“Is this the Macallan?”

“Yes. Your favorite, sir,” she continued with a polite smile. I couldn’t help but dislike the way she called him ‘sir.’ I lifted my eyes to take in her light-colored hair, her pretty blue eyes, her perfectly pinked cheekbones and it took everything in me not to glare back at her, especially when she eyed Grayson up and down right in front of me.

“Thank you, Tiffany,” he replied curtly, before turning back to me, glass in hand. He studied me for a long moment before clearing his throat.

“Put your claws away, kitten. I will only ever have eyes for you,” he said sternly, and I blushed hard.

“I like when you call me that, sir,” I murmured, needing to take back ownership of the word sir after hearing it fall of her lips. He growled in appreciation.

“It makes my cock very hard when you call me that. Only you have that effect on me, kitten,” he purred, and my pussy clenched tight. His arm wound tight around my waist, pulling me against him so I could feel the length of his cock. “Do you like knowing you can make me this hard?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered, feeling a fresh drop of arousal trickle down my thigh.

“Good,” he answered, and I shivered hard.

He took my hand firmly in his and led me into the heart of the yacht. He gave me the grand tour, telling me that I could do whatever I wanted here whenever I wanted. The kitchen was fully stocked to our beck and call, as was the spa. The cinema room was equipped with every movie under the sun, including several that weren’t even in theaters yet. I practically salivated over the pool, taking a note to take a swim as soon as possible so I could see the wildlife below. The upper floors were most impressive, and the master suite was even bigger than the one in his penthouse. The design was contemporary with a beachy twist, using a wide variety of beautiful blues and turquoise along with sandy creams and darker wood tones to bring the entire boat to life. The master bath was gigantic, complete with a big grotto-style shower, a Jacuzzi tub, and two separate vanities for us both to enjoy.

“This is incredible,” I whispered.

“I’ve taken the liberty of upgrading your laptop, so that if you do need to get any work done this week, you’re able to get it done as fast as possible. I should warn you though. Every time I catch you working, you’re going to get fucked once you’re done. It doesn’t matter where you are on the ship. You will lift your skirt, bare your little pussy, and ask me to use it hard enough to leave you sore,” he murmured. “You’re already going to be getting fucked quite a lot this week, my pretty bride. You’re going to be quite sore. The only part up to you is how much sorer you want to be by the time it’s over.”

I whined softly with shameful excitement.

He walked out onto the massive balcony that surrounded the stern of the ship. The yacht was pulling away from the port and he sat down on the oversize couch in the middle of it. He sat back and spread his arms across the back of it. There was a long carpet situated in front of it and I looked from it back to him.

“Come here, kitten. I want to enjoy your pretty mouth,” he said darkly, and I found myself moving toward him before I could stop myself. But… I didn’t want to resist him. Not this time.

I lowered myself to my knees in front of him, blushing as I watched him unbutton and unzip his slacks. When his cock was finally free, I licked my lips and hesitantly leaned forward. I couldn’t stop staring at it and when his fingers lifted my chin, I jumped a little because he’d caught me off guard.

“Take off your dress and hand it to me. I want to enjoy the sight of your beautiful body,” he said softly. There was a hint of a command there, but it wasn’t overtly strong. With only the slightest sense of delay, I lifted my dress over my head and put it in his waiting hand. He laid it alongside him on the couch and groaned with desire as he looked at me. Being naked outside felt so wrong, but maybe I didn’t want to be right.

“Pure and utter perfection,” he murmured, and I blushed heavily. “Come now. Let me feel that mouth on my cock,” he instructed, and my gaze flicked back down to see that his cock was more than ready for me.

The veins of his cock were throbbing before my eyes as I leaned forward and just licked at the slit at the head of his length. The taste of him was salty and a bit bitter at first, but it shifted to a sweet masculinity that was as intoxicating as it was arousing. Feeling a bit bolder, I surrounded his cockhead with my lips, suckling lightly at first as I got used to his girth inside my mouth.

Hesitantly, I bobbed forward and back, taking him a bit deeper. I gagged a bit at first, but I forced myself to breathe in and out of my nose. He let me explore the length of his cock until I grew more confident and sucked him more vigorously. He groaned and I delighted in the visceral sound of his arousal.

His hand wound around my head. His fingers were gentle at first, massaging the back of my scalp. I suckled him slowly, teasingly and then those fingers tightened in my hair and pulled it tight in his fist. I hummed with pain as it blossomed across my scalp, feeling it zing down my spine and settle deep in the center of my core.

True to his nature, he took control with that single maneuver. I whimpered around his cock as he slowly forced me to take more and more of him down my throat. I gagged several times and he allowed me to back off just enough to get my reflex under control. I swallowed around him as his fingers tightened on my hair, using his dominance as a way to make myself calm enough to take all of him, or at least as much of him as I could.

The more of him I took, the easier it became. At least until he stood up with his cock still fully inside my mouth. Then his hips started to move in and out, taking ownership of my mouth with his cock. He started slowly at first, but that didn’t last long. Gradually, he increased his pace until he was fully fucking my face.

He didn’t care if I gagged or if I cried out around his cock now. He didn’t stop because my cheeks were sore or a tear was dripping down my face. His fist at the back of my head kept me captive, even when I pushed against his thighs with my palms.

It took time, but I eventually started to recover. I swirled my tongue around his length, trying to give him my everything because I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. I suckled him enthusiastically, the sound of my mouth on his cock embarrassingly loud and shameful.

My nipples had hardened into tight peaks and my thighs were slick with my own arousal. For a moment, I closed my eyes and just felt. His cock was sliding in and out of my lips, owning me, possessing me, using me, and my body felt like it was on fire. His movements were rough, perhaps a bit cruel, but that didn’t change the fact that there was a part of me truly enjoying this. It hurt. At the same time, it also felt amazingly good.

I moaned around his cock. His fist tightened in my hair, causing a fresh wave of pain to radiate down my spine and my inner walls to spasm with decadent excitement. I couldn’t make it stop. I only wanted more.

He gave it to me in spades. His cock surged in and out of my mouth, and when he groaned a delicious tremor of need poured over me like a bucket of warm water. My own hips rolled, and he thrust into me a bit more vigorously and groaned again. I sucked his cock with as much passion as I could muster, and his thighs shook just the slightest bit before he roared. His seed spurted into the back of my throat. At first, I was taken aback by it, but then I remembered something.

Good girls swallow. I wanted to be a good girl for him.

The first one was the highest hurdle. My throat didn’t want to cooperate, but he gripped my hair harder and pushed all the way back into my mouth. It forced my throat to open, and I finally made myself swallow his seed.

His cum spurted in waves, hot and delicious and filthy. I opened my eyes and looked up to meet his, reveling in the pleasure written all over his face. He’d enjoyed himself and that made me feel powerful. He looked down at me and I felt like the most beautiful girl in the world.

When his orgasm ended, he released my hair and drew his hand forward, cupping my cheek gently as he pulled himself free from my mouth. His other hand captured the other side of my face as he gently brought me up to his. His lips took mine in a deep kiss that left me reeling. His breath became mine and for a moment, I forgot that I was naked on his yacht sailing off into the ocean. Time stopped and nothing else mattered.

“Such a good girl. My good perfect girl,” he murmured, and my heart nearly exploded in my chest. He situated me next to him while he tucked himself away. He didn’t give me back my dress yet, but I didn’t complain because I sort of liked being next to him naked while he was fully clothed. His hand found mine as his arm wound around me and pulled me onto his lap.

I looked out, mesmerized by the deep blues of the ocean behind us. Already, the expanse of the shore was just far enough away that it was becoming difficult to make out. His arms curled around me, squeezing me tight like he didn’t want to let go.

I didn’t want him to either.