Accidental Bride by Cristina Lollabrigida

ChapterTwenty-Seven

Noah ledAlessandra to a door behind a curtain she had no idea was there. They entered a dressing room with a bank of lockers, racks of lingerie, and other clothing items. Shelves of shoes and accessories lined the wall next to the bathroom. A long vanity counter ran across one of the long walls topped with mirrored stations lit up with halogen bulbs.

Noah pulled a strappy number off the rack and pointed Alessandra toward a changing room. She tried on the black leather lingerie. The harness bra could barely hold that title. A black band circled under her breasts. Another band circled the fullest part of her chest, barely covering her puffy nipples. The G-string was smooth and soft against her skin. The adjustable garter belt circled her belly button with a metal ring. She pulled on the solid black thigh-high stockings and clipped them to the belt.

Stepping out of the room, Noah whistled. “You look fierce, like a rockstar. You’re going to rock Drake’s world.”

Noah bit his lip, and his eyes trailed Alessandra’s body, making her feel tingly. He helped her fasten the leather wrist cuffs and attached chains from the cuffs to the D-ring on her collar.

He’d also changed into black leather pants and an open white button-down shirt. A black braided leather choker was clasped around his neck.

“Are you a submissive too?”

Noah nodded. “Welcome to the sub club. From my understanding, you and Drake are the main event this evening. Don’t worry, though. You’ll do great.

“Now, follow me. Drake has a private room, and it’s almost time for the show. I personally can’t wait to see you.”

Noah took Alessandra’s hand and led her through several back hallways and up a flight of stairs. They walked down a nondescript corridor to a room with a heavy wooden door. It was marked with a heart-tipped riding crop.

“Drake wants you to kneel on the bed with your arms behind you.”

Noah helped her pose on the extra-large four-poster bed. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek and made his way to a settee along the far wall. He rested on one knee with his palms flat on the floor similar to the starting position runners assume for a race. He didn’t speak and trained his eyes on the floor.

Alessandra gazed around the romantic and sensual room while waiting. Torch-light sconces flickered softly, casting moving shadows. Low-lit track lighting ran the perimeter of the high honeycomb ceiling. A red damask carpet covered the floor.

There was no comforter on the bed, only a fitted red silk sheet against her skin. She had a feeling the black upholstered ottoman at the base of the bed was for spanking. A suspension hook hung from the ceiling. How many fantasies would she fulfill here with her husband?

Lengths of rope and cord hung from the dark wood-paneled wood walls, along with whips of various lengths and styles. Alessandra wondered if there were other toys hidden in the sizable wardrobe.

She was unsure how long they waited before the door finally opened. Hearing footsteps, Alessandra chanced a glance and raised her head.

“Eyes front and down. Do not speak unless I give you permission,” Drake barked.

She quickly cast her eyes down again as more soft footsteps thudded around the room. She found the anticipation and environment titillating, and moisture gathered in her core as Drake approached.

“Before we get started, I’d like to discuss limits for tonight’s scene.”

Drake stroked Alessandra’s collar and caressed her bare skin. She leaned into his touch and purred like a kitten.

“Tell me, bella, what is your safe word? Do you have any hard limits I should know about?”

“I don’t have a safe word.”

Drake walked to the wall and took his time feeling the weight and flexibility of several crops before settling on one of braided leather with a black diamond-shaped tip. He slowly approached the bed again. Alessandra shivered, and goosebumps rose on her skin as Drake traced her spine with the tip of the crop. He smirked as she yelped when he swatted her ass.

“You will address me as Master. The trick to picking a safe word is choosing something that wouldn’t come up naturally during our playtime. We can always go with a light system if you prefer. Green means go or keep going. Yellow means caution or slow down, you’re close to your limit, and I’ll check in with you. Red means it’s a hard limit, and I’ll stop immediately.” He paused, giving her time to think it over. “If you want to be a brat, you will be punished. Believe me, I’ll get off either way.”

“Hullabaloo is my safe word. I’m sorry, I’ll be a good girl. I want to please you, Master.”

Alessandra gulped as Drake approached her again. There were limits, but she was afraid to name them in front of an audience and embarrass him. He sensed her hesitation and spoke instead.

“How about I tell you what I want to do tonight? You can object to anything that would make you feel uncomfortable. How does that sound?”

She nodded gratefully. Drake’s eyes flashed dangerously, and she realized her mistake. “Thank you, Master.”

“I plan to fuck you in front of an audience this evening. Exhibitionism seems to turn you on. Would you agree?”

“Yes, Master.”

Having sex for the first time in front of the large panoramic window, knowing there could be an audience, was hot. But it wasn’t the possibility of being seen as much as Drake’s dirty depictions that set her body to flame.

However, seeing the scenes on the club’s main floor, not caring who the audience was, seemed freeing. Drake wanted to assert his dominance by taking her in front of the audience tonight, and she’d be remiss not to admit the thought of being claimed by him was everything she wanted.

Their relationship had shifted into uncharted territory recently, and Alessandra was ready to turn herself over to trust. He would keep his promises to keep her safe and protect her.

There was no doubt in her heart that she was utterly in love with her husband. She would stand up and say it under oath if anyone asked. Tonight would only strengthen that for her and prove there was no turning back. She would go to the ends of the earth and face any fire for him.

“Did you hear me, bella? I said that I will not go easy on punishment tonight if you defy me.” He grabbed her hands. “I want to bind your wrists.”

Her heart froze at Drake’s talk of binding. She instinctively reached for her scarred wrist, but Drake beat her to it. The gentle touch of his massaging fingers on her scarred flesh grounded her.

Compassion shone in his eyes as he held her steady. Tears flooded her eyes when he turned her hand over and pulled her cuff away to kiss her scars. That moment meant he heard her and understood her fears. He was saying that she could trust him, and he planned to bring only pleasure, not inflict pain.

“We don’t have to, Alessandra. I want to turn that painful memory into a pleasurable one. It’s your choice. Your voice and consent matter here,” he said so only she could hear.

“I want to try with you, Drake.”

“Remember your colors or your safe word.”

Their brief interlude as husband and wife ended as Drake’s posture hardened.

“You will be brought to the edge of orgasm many times, but you will only be allowed to come when I say.”

The tip of Drake’s crop caressed her fevered skin. He dipped the tip into her bra, if it could even be called that, and brushed her hardened nipple. Alessandra groaned at the teasing and was rewarded with a spank.

Drake gently flicked from her behind to the front of her panties. The diamond tip disappeared into the soft leather and massaged her clit. Hard pressure was replaced with light touches over and over as the pace quickened, causing her eyes to roll.

She was close to toppling over the ledge into pure ecstasy, but Drake kept his promise and pulled the crop away. She screamed as he flicked between her legs, delivering the blow to her sensitive nub. Alessandra needed more of the pleasurable sting.

“Please, Master—”

Drake swatted her ass again. She squirmed as he ran the tip along the line of her thong, but another flick brought her back to attention.

“How do you feel about audience participation? Do you want others to touch you?”

Noah's handsome, boyish face flashed through her mind. His charming smile and their instant connection were unlike anything she had ever experienced. As she changed in the dressing room, the hungry look in his eyes made her feel desired. She blushed at the thought of how hot it made her, but she shook her head. He was happily married, and her crush on him was silly. She loved her husband.

Having anyone but Drake felt wrong. Her heart stopped, and panic clawed at her throat.

“Yellow,” she cried.

Drake stopped immediately. He crawled onto the bed in front of Alessandra and cupped her face.

“What is the yellow?” he asked, his face concerned beneath the mask.

During her father’s parties, she was groped and objectified. At the end of the evening, she was locked in a room with whichever of his associates won the highest bid. In her shame, Alessandra couldn’t lift her eyes. But Drake forced her to look at him.

Drake already knew that Alessandra had been abused, unloved, and sold. While her husband would never treat her that way, she couldn't help the moments when unwanted emotions bubbled to the surface. She often had flashbacks to her past and felt scared, angry, and alone. She tried to push these emotions away, but they would always return. Drake didn’t judge her. He did his best to be patient and help her through it.

“I planned to push your boundaries tonight, Alessandra. But at no point will you be in danger. At no point will I ignore your consent. Just say the word, and everyone leaves us. If you want me to take you home, I’ll wrap you in my jacket and carry you out of here.” He kissed her briefly. “Please trust me. I’ll never let anyone hurt you.”

Trust.“I trust you, Drake.”

“That’s my good girl. I will always protect what’s mine. You are mine.” Drake picked up her hand and held it to his heart. “This is yours.”

Threads of trust sewed together her broken heart. Each time Drake asked for her trust, a part of her became whole. He was her Master, but he proved she was his partner tonight. No one had ever given her that choice before. Just as trust was the only thing she could offer him, his heart was the only thing he could offer her.

“Are you okay?” Drake whispered.

Alessandra nodded, “I’m ready, Master.”

Drake moved off the bed to resume their scene. He picked up the crop again and faced the bed.

“Are you going to touch someone else?” Alessandra asked.

The crop came down again with enough force to make her yelp. Drake roughly grabbed her chin and crushed her lips with his. His tongue immediately demanded entry to her mouth, and he used it to dominate hers. When he pulled away, he tugged at her lower lip with his teeth, and the crop came down again.

“Are you jealous? Do you enjoy being punished? Having a bratty sub has its place, but don’t forget who’s in charge tonight.” He leaned in to whisper, “Don’t worry about other women, bella. I don’t see anyone else when I’m with you. There will never be another woman for me,” he promised.

Drake held out his hand, and Alessandra took it. Drake’s closeness and dominant position made her blissfully tense inside. Feelings of euphoria built with their every touch. He helped her off the bed, his strong grip supporting her weight, and she quickly looked away.

“I want you to strip slowly. Give everyone a show.”

Alessandra’s eyes went directly to the settee where she’d last seen Noah. He was still kneeling on the ground with Jerry sitting behind him. They stared at her with rapt attention while Jerry stroked his husband’s bare chest. Her entire body flushed as she scanned the room full of strangers, knowing they would soon see her most intimate parts.

Painful arousal flooded her core, but her mind screamed yellow. Given her traumatic experiences with sex, she hadn’t consented to anything like this before. The first orgasm she’d experienced from a man was with Drake. Once he told her to imagine all her firsts were with him, and that’s exactly what she would do.

Drake’s hand settled on her lower back to ground her again. She was grateful that he offered to send everyone out of the room. She knew he would do it too if she asked, but she kept her lips clamped. This experience was theirs to own. Moving forward was a positive first step in her journey to break free from her past.

Drake removed the chains that she had almost forgotten were there. She smiled thankfully, and he motioned for her to continue. Her body moved to a sensual beat as she peeled off her top. Drake squeezed and tugged on a hardened nipple, and Alessandra felt a jolt in her center.

“Turn around. Let them see your voluptuous ass and the pretty marks we made when you remove your panties.”

She turned as Drake commanded, closing her eyes and losing herself in the moment. Slowly peeling off her panties made her feel liberated. Appreciative clapping sounded in the room as she kicked them off.