Bride

by Sara Fields

  “Please,” I begged.

  My orgasm was so close. I could feel it and I knew that it was going to be the most painful one of them all.

  “I’m enjoying myself, little girl,” he answered with a seductive growl, and I whimpered. My arousal felt like a ticking time bomb inside me, and it was going to go off at any second.

  “Please. Let me come for you,” I pleaded. My voice sounded almost broken and pitifully desperate. When he didn’t respond right away, I cried out, unable to keep quiet as I tried to force back that final release from coming too soon.

  “Oh. Please. Please. Please,” I whimpered, my words mixing into blatant cries and just when my eyes began to roll back in my head, he growled and thrust into me harder than he had ever before.

  “Come for me, Zoe. Scream for me,” he commanded. I didn’t need to be told twice.

  That last orgasm was vicious from the start. I whined and I cried, but I thrashed beneath him with blissful harrowing agony that tore me open from the inside out. Every second was ruthlessly cruel at the same time that it was exquisitely sweet. My entire body quaked with my desire, pinned beneath his strong form with nowhere to go. There was nothing for me to do but suffer through every moment.

  It was brutal and harsh, yet it was vexing in its utter captivity over me. My inner walls spasmed around his cock, milking him for everything he was worth. Every muscle in my body was clenched tight and I vaguely wondered if I’d ever be able to control them again. I lost myself in that incredible void of pleasurable agony.

  I writhed. I screamed. I felt.

  I came so impossibly hard.

  His thrust quickened and began more sporadic. He growled in my ear and just when I reached the peak of my own orgasm, his began. He roared as the first heated spray of his cum pelted my cervix, burning me from within. My own release grew even higher still, and I clutched at his back. My nails dug into his shoulders and his own fist tightened on the hair at the back of my head.

  I broke harder than I ever broke before.

  It was as though I was falling into a dark abyss, pain and pleasure coming together in a spiraling cascade of sensation that tore through me like a knife. It was sharp and biting, but so intensely wonderful that I soared.

  His cum continued to spurt inside me, over and over again until he was fully spent. Even then, he continued to fuck me, although a bit more leisurely now. I could feel the burning heat of his seed leaking down my thighs and I realized with vivid shame that I liked it. I blushed as he released my hair and gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him as I pulled in one shaky breath after another.

  “You were beautiful when I saw you for the first time and your bare little bottom is gorgeous when it’s been spanked bright red, but when you come for me, you are sheer perfection,” he murmured, and my heated flush only grew hotter. His thumb caressed my cheek and he hummed quietly with pride.

  He’d made me come so hard that my cheeks were wet with my own tears.

  “You’re perfect, Zoe. Everything about you is perfect,” he whispered, and his lips found mine in a hard kiss that bruised my lips and left them sore. I pressed back into him, answering to his command and thoroughly enjoying the fact that just a simple kiss could elicit such a strong reaction all on its own.

  As if he was doing it with purposeful slowness, he pulled his cock from my body, and I sighed with almost a sense of disappointment. His seed spilt out onto my thighs, and he tucked me under the covers with him with expert swiftness. His arm curled around my waist, and he pulled my body against his. His massive frame curled around mine. His heat, his scent, his protection surrounded me in a soothing embrace, and I snuggled a bit closer to him.

  A part of me hoped that he would never let go.

  A louder part of me told me to run.

  I closed my eyes and simply allowed the continual pounding of my heart and the calming beat of his own to lull me to sleep. That night, I dreamed of what a life could be with my husband, the infamously rich Grayson Asher.

  Time would tell if it would be a good dream or the worst kind of nightmare.

  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, m
usky, 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.