Bride

by Sara Fields

  “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 th
at 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.