Bride by Sara Fields
Chapter 9
The next several days passed by in a blur. True to his word, Grayson fucked me every single night. My pussy was delightfully sore the entire time and I floated in a constant well-satisfied haze that felt as though I was walking on water. We visited a few delicious vineyards by way of the yacht and at each one, he arranged a private dinner and tasting, as well as a full tour. Each morning, he set up a spa appointment for me, including a full body massage, a facial, as well as a manicure and pedicure. I felt so spoiled that it was hard to remember why I’d fought so hard to escape this marriage in the first place.
In the afternoons, I spent some time lying in the sun on the top deck. The rocking of the boat lulled me into a relaxed calm, and I was delighted to notice some tan lines beginning to surface on my skin as the days passed.
His yacht felt like the perfect escape. I’d never really allowed myself to detach from work like that in my life. I only dealt with two minor work issues and after I was through with each one, Grayson bent me over, spanked my bottom bright pink, and fucked me hard enough to make me forget about everything to do with work in the first place.
On the fifth day of the trip, I woke up alone and wandered out of the suite to the top deck to find a full breakfast waiting for me. I breathed in the fresh scent of the salty breeze and sighed, delighting in the easygoing nature of life on the sea. I saw Grayson come out on the back of the ship one deck below me and I just watched him.
He looked almost regal, and my heart pulsed knowing that he was mine. I’m not sure when it had happened, but I knew I’d fallen for him sometime between the morning I’d walked into his office to this moment. The part of me that had wanted to escape had quieted down because I knew I could no longer imagine my life without him. I didn’t even want to think about it either. There was a part of me that worried I was falling too fast, but it felt so right that it couldn’t be a mistake. It felt like the first good thing to happen to me in a very long time. Ever since I lost my mother and then my grandparents a few years after that, my whole life had been work. Every moment, every breath had been dedicated to it and for the first time, I felt free. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to going back, but this small slice of heaven was exactly what I needed.
With a happy sigh, I leaned over the balcony and sipped the mimosa I’d grabbed off the breakfast table.
He was on the phone with someone, and his expression grew dark. He said something in a hushed angry tone and I furrowed my brow, trying to listen to what he was saying. The sea breeze was strong today though and his words were carried away on the wind. He ran his fingers through the expanse of his dark hair and glanced up in my direction, seemingly seeing me for the first time. He smiled and hung up the phone, pushing it into his pocket before he climbed the stairs to come to me.
“Did you sleep well, my pretty wife?” he asked, and I couldn’t help but beam back at him.
“Yes,” I answered, taking another sip of my mimosa. “You?”
“I did. It’s a pity you’re dressed though. I much prefer you naked,” he teased, and I blushed heavily.
“I can’t always be naked,” I whined, and he smirked before I backpedaled, suddenly nervous he’d think that was some sort of dare. “I mean, I probably shouldn’t always be naked.”
His arm wound around me, and he grasped my ass firmly in both hands, lifting me and capturing my lips in a soft kiss. I was wearing a flowy sundress and he had refused to allow me panties of any kind on the trip so far, so I was bare underneath, which only added to my excitement.
“On the last day of our honeymoon, you’re not going to be allowed to wear anything but the marks of my belt on that pretty backside of yours,” he whispered, and I shuddered hard. “That and my seed on those gorgeous thighs.”
“Grayson!” I blurted out.
He slid his fingers in between my thighs, gathering my wetness before he moved them backward and settled a single thick digit on my bottom hole. I stiffened. He didn’t wait. Firmly, he forced his finger inside my ass, and I keened as the sudden stretching pain took me by surprise.
“That same day, I’m going to claim this last virgin hole as mine. I want you thinking about the fact that your first bottom fucking is only two days away,” he threatened. He thrust that punishing finger in and out of me, mimicking what it would feel like before the act itself. I groaned, and then his other hand captured my clit.
“I can feel that tight little hole clenching around my finger, naughty girl,” he observed, and I moaned as my clit throbbed hotly under his touch. He teased me with his fingers, driving me crazy with the different sensations of one firmly on my clit and another one fucking my bottom.
I couldn’t keep quiet. In fact, I was having a more difficult time than usual. This was filthy and taboo, but I couldn’t get enough of it. Soon enough, I was riding his fingers, unable to keep still no matter what I did.
“Do you want to come with my finger in your little bottom?” he mused, and I whined softly.
“Yes, please. Yes, sir,” I begged, and he didn’t make me wait long.
“As you orgasm, you will imagine my cock sliding in and out of this tight little hole. Now come hard for me, my bride. Scream for me,” he demanded.
My body shook hard, and I lost control as he forced a second finger inside my ass. The pain of his forceful entry rose along with the ecstasy of orgasm, twisting and turning together to become one intoxicatingly addictive beautiful sensation. I cried out, my voice carrying on the wind and his praise surrounded me and made my release that much sweeter.
“That’s it. Come for me. Good girl,” he encouraged, and I leaned into him, using his firm body as support as I lost control with him once more. My hands gripped at his shoulders and as my pleasure eventually began to fade, I laid my forehead against his chest. He slowly circled my clit, dragging out the last semblances of my orgasm. He pushed both fingers in and out of my sore bottom, making me whimper and moan as I teetered on the edge of pain and pleasure.
I could feel the hardness of his cock against my hip. It felt like an iron spike and I chewed my lip. He was so much bigger and thicker than his fingers. There was no way that it wouldn’t hurt when he took me there.
“Shhh. When I take that pretty bottom, you’re going to enjoy it, kitten. In fact, I’m going to make you beg me for it,” he whispered, and I shivered hard, feeling myself clench around his fingers. He chuckled knowingly and I hid my face in his chest, knowing he could feel every single one of my body’s reactions when he had me like this.
“Promise?” I asked anxiously.
“I promise. I even have a few surprises for you that day to help get you ready,” he assured me.
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll find out then, my curious little kitten,” he said lightly and finally pulled his fingers from me. I was left feeling oddly empty. There was a tiny part of me that wanted him to bend me over and fuck me that way right now, but I pushed it aside as soon as it surfaced.
“Yes, sir,” I answered shakily, and he chuckled. I lifted my head from his shoulder and looked out, only now noticing that we were pulling into a luxurious port. On the right side was a white sandy beach. Turquoise water lapped at the edges, beautiful and perfect and surprisingly calm. On the left was a small sleepy-looking town with seaside shops and several cute-looking restaurants.
“Where are we?”
“We’re spending the day at a private port south of Puerto Vallarta. We can shop, eat, or spend the day at the beach. The day is ours,” he answered, and I grinned.
“I didn’t realize we’d made it that far south,” I said excitedly. “I’ve never been anywhere like this.”
I looked longingly at the beach, and he noticed.
“Why don’t we finish our breakfast and spend our afternoon at the beach. I’ll have fresh fish tacos delivered to our cabana, as well as some margaritas or whatever else you want to drink. How does that sound?” he offered, and I grinned widely.
“I’d like that quite a bit,” I answered as he grasped my fingers within his and led me back to the table. I loaded a plate with fresh fruit, yogurt, and a small bowl of oatmeal and ate my fill. He ate his eggs and bacon in silence, and I cocked my head. He seemed a little distracted and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was on his mind.
“Is everything alright?” I asked.
“Perfect, kitten,” he smiled warmly.
“I saw you on the phone earlier,” I began, and his smile tightened slightly.
“Just a bit of business that needed to be taken care of,” he answered. There was something he wasn’t telling me. I was sure of it. I sprinkled some fruit and granola over top of my yogurt, taking a bite and chewing it thoughtfully. I decided not to press him on the matter. If he wanted to talk about it, he would.
“When we are in port today, kitten, you are not to wander off. I want that cute little bottom in my sights all day,” he murmured. His gaze glinted seductively, and I hummed with desire of my own. My bare pussy was still pulsing from his morning attention, and I had half a mind to rush over to him and jump straight on his cock.
“Yes, sir,” I answered. I searched his face, trying to see if there was any hidden meaning in his words, but his expression was like a mask.
“If you’re a good girl all day, you’ll be rewarded tonight,” he purred, and my smile broadened.
“Oh?” I asked, my voice a bit feisty and he laughed openly. Whatever tension had been there before was long gone and I shrugged it off. Maybe it was just a difficult business acquisition or something like that.
He smirked back at me.
“Yes, kitten,” he answered evasively, and it only made my pussy clench down tight in anticipation. He didn’t give any more details and the unknown of his promises only made it that much more exciting. He finished his meal and moved to stand up, pushing his plate aside.
“Enjoy your breakfast, beautiful. I’ll lay out a swimsuit and coverup for you on the bed to wear. When you’re ready, meet me down at the gangway deck. I’ll be waiting for you,” he said, and I nodded. I watched him walk away, taking a long moment to delight in the sight of his backside in his light gray slacks. It was a rather delicious view.
When he was gone, I ate the rest of my meal lazily. I sipped my mimosa and when I was done, I slipped back downstairs into the master suite. I fingered the knitted white coverup, smiling as the soft buttery fabric slid against my skin. He’d left a two-piece for me. It had a white base but was covered with brilliantly colored burgundy and pink flowers. I slipped the sundress I’d been wearing over my head and casually pulled on the new swimsuit. It fit like a glove, but I expected no less at this point. I bounced into the bathroom and looked at it in the mirror, smiling at how it hugged my curves perfectly.
I returned to the bedroom and pulled the coverup on too. Lastly, I slipped a pair of flip-flops on and left to join Grayson. I practically flounced down the stairs and when I finally reached him, he was leaning against a wall just staring out at the port.
“Hey there,” I offered, and he turned back toward me. Once more, it felt like he was far away, but it was gone so quickly that I wondered if I imagined it in the first place.
“Ready, kitten?” he grinned.
“Yes, sir,” I answered, blushing a little because I knew there were a few crewmembers close enough who could have heard me. He reached for me, and I took his hand. He led me across the metal gangway to the wooden dock, holding my fingers firmly with his. Once off the yacht, he guided me into a golf cart that was waiting for us. He held me close against him as it took off toward the beach.
There was a large cabana waiting for us, all set up with fans and cold drinks, as well as finger foods for us to enjoy.
Grayson insisted on removing my coverup himself and I didn’t fight him, enjoying the way his fingers flitted against my skin. For hours, we just enjoyed each other’s company and everything the beach had to offer before I started to grow restless.
The sun was beginning to dip in the sky. I glanced toward Grayson, noticing that he had drifted off to sleep in the cabana beside me. I smiled and grabbed the notepad and pen that were on the table.
Grayson,
I hope you enjoyed your nap. I’ve gone off into town to do a little shopping. I want to find something cute for you to tear off me later.
I love you.
Zoe
I chewed my lip, staring at those three words like they were on fire. I glanced from the note to him and back again, drawing a little heart beside my name. I fingered my ring, twirling it around and kissing it softly.
For the first time, I was truly looking forward to my new life. Sure, our marriage had begun a bit unconventionally, but I was certain the two of us would grow to be something special. With a soft smile, I put my coverup back on, left the cabana, and wandered toward the small port town.
It was a quick walk across the beach. I strode by the restaurants, enjoying the scent of fresh Mexican food and laughed at the sight of the few drunken tourists that were sitting at one of the tiki bars. One of them nearly fell off his seat. The little town was ritzy and there was no doubt in my mind that it would be expensive. I wandered into the first small shop along the way, delighted to find that it had a fair amount of lingerie as well as swimwear. I tried on a number of different outfits and finally settled on a lacey red panty and bra set.
It was thin and I knew he’d like that. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d be able to see the dusky color of my nipples through the lace, as well as everything between my thighs if he wanted to.
Maybe he’d take me over his knee and make my bottom match the color of the panties before he tore them clean off me.
I shivered in anticipation of such a lusciously rough evening ahead. I picked out several more items, including a hand-woven beach bag to carry my purchases around with me. The cashier asked for only my name and I gave Grayson’s instead of my own. She nodded and didn’t ask for anything else before she put my choices into the handbag.
I stopped by several more stores, finding a menswear one at the end of the walkway.
I didn’t know his size, so I wandered a bit absentmindedly through it. At the back, I found a display of belts and I swallowed heavily as I tentatively touched them. The leather was so soft and well-conditioned. I licked my lips.
All of them were handmade.
Without thinking, I closed my eyes and dragged my fingers over them all. When I approached the softest one, I stopped and opened my eyes. It was black leather lined with a gray threading. It looked a bit worn, but that only added to the allure of it. I lifted it off the rack and wound it around my waist, trying to decide if it would fit him or not. I thought it would.
Feeling brave, I went to the counter and smiled at the man at the register. He looked at me curiously, but when I said to put it on my husband’s tab, he cocked his head with even more interest.
“Grayson Asher? Who might you be then?” he asked kindly.
“I’m his wife,” I grinned, proud to be able to say that to someone else for once.
“I’d heard something about him getting married. He’s a lucky man,” he offered, and I nodded my thanks.
“Thank you. The belt is a gift for him,” I said.
“I’m glad to hear it. I stitched this one up myself,” he answered.
“It’s beautiful,” I replied. I wouldn’t tell him that I was secretly hoping that Grayson would like it enough to use it for more than just holding up his pants. The man rolled up the belt and packaged it in several sheets of blue tissue paper. He tied it with a bow and passed it to me to put into the bag over my shoulder.
“Thank you. Have a wonderful day,” I said as I turned away.
“You too, Mrs. Asher,” he replied. I left the shop and glanced back in the window to see the man making a call on his phone. I don’t know why but being in such close quarters with him had unsettled me and I couldn’t put my finger on why. I decided it was time to return to the cabana and see if Grayson had awoken from his afternoon siesta.
I couldn’t wait to show him what I’d found.
I shrugged my bag up on my shoulder and took off toward the beach, allowing my mind to lose itself in fantasies of what the next several days would bring.
A scream caught me off guard. I jerked my head to the side to see a child on the pavement behind the lingerie shop. He looked like he’d fallen and skinned his knee. With a cursory glance, I realized that his parents didn’t appear to be anywhere nearby, so I rushed over to see if he was okay.
“Hey there,” I said quietly, trying not to appear threatening or scary in any way whatsoever. He looked up at me and his eyes watered. “Hey now, it’s okay. Do you live around here?” I asked carefully. He looked like a local rather than a tourist, so I figured it was a decent guess.
He nodded, sniffling back tears.
“I can help you get back home. I bet your mom will get your knee all bandaged up,” I offered.
“You don’t have to do that,” the boy said shakily. He was about seven or eight by my estimation.
“I insist. Here. Take my hand,” I demanded gently, and he reached for me even as a few stray tears dripped from his chin. “Where’s home?”
“About five minutes down the path there,” he replied. Behind the shops lining the port, there was a dense jungle, but it looked like a well-worn dirt path cut through some of it.
“Come on now. Let’s get you home,” I said, taking the boy’s small hand in mine. We walked down the path together. Once I was surrounded by the trees, I looked around. It was quiet, the only audible sounds coming from the bar not far away. When we got deep enough into the jungle, the bar faded away and the songs of birds grew loud around us. He kept my hand within his own the whole way.
“How much further?” I asked.
“Just around the corner,” he said.
I looked back down the path, feeling apprehensive for some reason. There was no one behind us though and I tried to shrug it off. We continued a bit further and I paused as we turned the bend, sighing with relief when a small house came into view. It was nicer than I expected. It wasn’t very big, but it was covered in clean creamy white stucco that made it stand out amongst the trees. I approached the bright red front door with the boy, and it swung open. There was a petite woman behind it. She smiled warmly, but her lips were tight and when her gaze flicked nervously over my shoulder, that uneasy feeling from before surged back with dizzying force.
“Come on inside, Emilio. Let me take care of that knee,” she said shakily. Her eyes widened and I released the boy’s hand to turn around only to catch a glimpse of a group of men. I screamed before the sound was quickly cut off by a piece of coarse fabric shoved between my lips. I tried to run, but their arms grasped at me, and a black hood covered my head, cutting off my sight completely.
I fought with everything in me, but I was quickly overpowered. There were at least a half a dozen men surrounding me, all locals by the looks of it. I kicked and I punched, but they swiftly bound my wrists and ankles until I couldn’t move anymore. Something knocked me in the back of the head really hard and I swore I saw stars.
I tried to hold onto consciousness, but someone forced a wet cloth over my nose. The hood material got wet, and I whimpered. The scent of it was sickly sweet, like flowers maybe, and everything went black.
