Bride

by Sara Fields

  “Can I sit in your lap instead of the tub, sir?”

  “Of course you can, kitten. Stand up. Tell me if it hurts your feet though,” he answered. He offered me a hand as he took the wine back from me.

  “My feet are sore, but it’s bearable,” I replied once I was standing before him. His arms wrapped around me, lifting me straight out of the tub and placing me exceedingly gently on the soft fluffy bathroom carpet. Swiftly, he wrapped me up in the biggest plushest towel I’d ever seen, sweeping me off my feet and placing me on the counter at the same time. He passed the glass of wine back to me and I took a long sip.

  He dried off my feet next and used some antiseptic on them before he used several small bandages to cover up some of the scratches. He slipped on a pair of cloth socks, mumbling something about needing to ensure I didn’t rub any of the medicine off of my soles. After that, he settled on fixing up my shoulder and I drank a few more mouthfuls of wine before he was done.

  He picked me off the counter and carried me into the master bedroom, settling down on the soft loveseat with me on his lap. I finished the glass, feeling the warm tingle of his touch along with a soft buzz from the wine.

  I don’t know how long we cuddled together like that, but before I knew it my eyes were closing, and the glass was no longer in my hands.

  His arms squeezed tight around me and the last thought in my head was how utterly perfect every part of this was.

  I was so glad he found me.

  Chapter 12

  The next morning, I woke feeling a little sore, but no worse than expected. At some point, Grayson must have carried me to the bed and tucked me in beside him. His steady breathing tickled the tiny hairs along my ear and the warmth of his chest surrounded my back. I blinked away my sleepiness, looking out the window and seeing the beauty of nothing but ocean all around us.

  I was entirely naked except for a pair of socks under the covers next to him.

  I didn’t move as my eyes looked around the room and I stopped when a familiar purple fabric caught my attention. It was the handbag I’d picked out in port yesterday. My breath caught in my throat. I wondered if everything I’d purchased was still inside it. I chewed my lower lip and my fingers tightened anxiously. I’d picked out a belt for him. I could still feel its softness on my skin.

  Soon enough, I would probably feel its bite across my bare bottom.

  I closed my eyes as my pussy pulsed.

  When I’d picked out that fateful piece of leather, I’d been excited about it, yet with a real punishment looming over my head for the very first time, I felt far more anxious about it than before. How much was it going to hurt?

  There was no use fighting it and to be honest, I didn’t want to because deep inside was this looming guilt that refused to quell. I’d heard the pain in his voice yesterday and I knew I was the source of that. I just wanted to know everything was okay and I knew that would come when his hands showed me what that meant.

  He stirred behind me, and my heart skipped a beat.

  “My beautiful wife,” he murmured, and his lips kissed the cusp of my shoulder. I shivered and he growled, which only made me press myself against him more firmly. I could feel his cock pressing into my bottom cheek, impossibly hard and incredibly big.

  “Grayson,” I breathed heatedly.

  “How do you feel?” he asked, and I took a moment to take stock of my body.

  “Good, I think. A little sore in a few spots. Nothing major,” I answered.

  “I’m glad,” he said, and I hummed nervously.

  “Are you still going to punish me?” I asked.

  “Yes, kitten,” he answered, and my anxious heart only beat faster. His fingers dragged up and down my hip suggestively. “I’m going to call for some breakfast. As I’m doing that, you will use the restroom and freshen up if you like. I’m going to hop in the shower. After we eat a little something, we will deal with the matter of your punishment.”

  “Yes, sir,” I breathed. Even though a tiny part of me was afraid, I couldn’t deny the way my pussy was suddenly throbbing with vicious need. As if he could read my mind, he slipped his hand between my legs.

  “Just like I thought, you’re soaking wet, my naughty wife,” he observed, and I moaned quietly as his fingers teased my clit. “It’s too bad it’s going to be quite a while before you’re allowed to come.”

  The warmth of his fingers disappeared in the blink of an eye, and I cried out in disappointment from its sudden loss. He climbed out of the bed behind me, leaving me to deal with the constant pulsing need all on my own. With a knowing look, he picked up the phone and mumbled something to whoever was on the other line while I disappeared into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and my hair. Feeling a bit sleepy still, I splashed a little water on my face before I emptied my bladder and finished up.

  Grayson hopped in the shower before I left the room, and I took a long moment to admire the hard form of his naked body. He saw me watching him and smirked in my direction. He turned toward me, and I couldn’t help myself as I stared at his massive cock.

  I hadn’t forgotten his threat to take my last virgin hole and I also knew that very thing was likely to happen this afternoon.

  I walked into the bedroom and looked around for something to wear, but I found nothing aside from a towel. I wrapped it around myself just as a knock sounded on the door. Grayson was still in the shower, so I went and answered it. A crewman nodded politely once he saw me, and I moved aside so that he could roll the cart inside the room. I clutched the towel around me as a heated blush crept over my cheeks.

  “Have a good morning, Dr. Asher,” the crewman said before he retreated and closed the door behind him. I poured myself a cup of coffee and took a sip before my gaze settled back on the handbag. With a sigh, I walked over to it and reached inside, searching for the belt I’d chosen for my husband.

  My breath caught in my throat when my fingers closed around it, still wrapped in the blue tissue paper. I unwrapped it and tossed the paper, feeling the soft familiar hide against my fingers once again. I laid it on the end of the bed. I stared at it for a long moment before I tidied up the blankets. With a nervous jitter, I sat down on the loveseat I’d fallen asleep on last night and drank my coffee.

  When I was ready, I stood up and put together a light breakfast of fruit, yogurt, and granola. I nibbled at it slowly while enjoying the rest of my coffee before I heard the shower shut off in the other room. My anxiety spiked hard, and I swallowed it down.

  He came out of the bathroom still damp with a towel around his waist. He dried off a bit and pulled on a pair of gray sweatpants that did nothing to hide the iron spike between his legs. I chewed my lip as he glanced at the bed and back at me.

  “What is that, kitten?” he asked gently, and I put down my breakfast.

  “It was something I picked out for you yesterday. It’s a gift,” I murmured, and he walked over to it, fingering the soft leather. He picked it up and folded it. Without warning, he snapped it and I jumped as he peered back at me thoughtfully.

  “Come here, kitten. Sit with me,” he invited, and I padded over to him, still clutching at the towel around me. Gently, he pulled me into his lap and kissed my forehead.

  “I love you, Zoe,” he said, and I curled into him. My nerves seemingly fluttered away, and I smiled.

  “I love you too, Grayson,” I whispered.

  “The belt is a beautiful gift. I’m going to enjoy it very much,” he added.

  “I don’t know if I will,” I mumbled, and he chuckled.

  “You may be right, kitten,” he answered, and he held me for a while longer before he cleared his throat. “Stand up for me,” he said softly. After I climbed out of his lap, he reached for the towel and pulled it away from my body. Even though he’d seen me naked before, this time felt more embarrassing than all the rest. I wanted to cover my breasts and the cusp of my thighs, but I didn’t. Every one of my defenses had been stripped away and now it was just me and him.
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br />   He took my hands in his.

  “Do you know why you’re going to be punished today, kitten?” he asked.

  “Because I went off alone when you told me not to,” I replied anxiously. I pressed my thighs together. My pussy was so wet that my arousal was seeping down my thighs.

  “That’s part of it, but not really the real reason. If that was all, I’d simply bare your bottom and put you over my knee for a hard spanking that would make you squirm. What else, kitten?”

  “I’m not sure,” I answered. For some reason, I felt lame for not knowing, yet nothing in his face indicated that he thought anything but the world of me.

  “Did you think I wouldn’t come for you?” he asked gently.

  “I… I wasn’t sure,” I answered. “Nemesio said he’d handled you, but I didn’t know if that meant he’d killed you or just paid you off.”

  “I will always protect you, kitten. No matter what. I made a vow to you, and I intend to keep it for the rest of our days. You’re safe with me and your punishment today is going to remind you of that. I think you forgot to have faith in me. Is that true?” he asked, and I shivered hard.

  “Yes, sir,” I whimpered.

  “There’s one last reason you’re going to be punished, kitten. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine and by the time I’m through with you today, your pretty little bottom is going to be sore enough inside and out so that you never forget that.”

  Unable to stop myself, I pitched forward and wrapped my arms around his neck. His own arms wound around my torso, holding me tight as though he never wanted to let go.

  “What’s going to happen?” I asked. He didn’t answer at first, but he grasped me around the waist and placed me over his thigh. He situated his other leg over the backs of mine, pinning me in place.

  He hadn’t done that before.

  His palm glided over my bare bottom, exploring my naked flesh with his rough hand.

  “Three things are going to happen. First, you’re going to spend some time over my knee getting your pretty bottom spanked bright red for not following my instructions,” he began, and his fingers slipped between my thighs. He captured my clit within two fingers, and I gasped.

  “After that, you’re going to lie across the bed and I’d going to whip that bare little bottom with the belt you chose for me. It’s going to hurt, kitten, and you’re probably going to cry, but I think you need that, don’t you?”

  “Yes, sir,” I moaned, both afraid and entirely too aroused. I knew he was right. I needed this. Not with anyone else. I needed this with him.

  “When I’ve decided your backside is marked enough from my belt, you will ask me to finish your punishment with my cock in your tight little bottom hole,” he finished, and I shivered hard. “Since you’ve seen such a good girl this morning though, I will help prepare you.” He leaned over and reached into the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed with me still over his lap.

  “Prepare me?” I whispered.

  With one hand, he spread my bottom cheeks wide and a cool object slid across the bare wetness of my pussy.

  “I got you a gift as well, my pretty bride,” he murmured as he pushed it into my pussy and thoroughly coated it with my wetness. He pressed the firm metal tip against my asshole and started to push it inside me.

  “What is it?” I squeaked.

  “It’s a plug for your little bottom. I’m starting with the smallest size. Before your belting, I will insert the medium size into your naughty hole and after you’re thoroughly marked, I will replace the plug with my cock,” he answered.

  I keened as he pushed that small plug inside me. Even though he’d told me it was the smallest, it still felt deceptively large. I tried to relax and let it in, but my body refused and clenched down tight instead. I cried out as he pushed it roughly inside me, feeling as though a rubber band of pain had snapped. The burn raced up and down my spine, but in a moment or two, it faded to a more manageable simmer.

  The plug felt too big and entirely too foreign inside me, but when his fingers returned to my clit, I moaned as an impossibly strong jolt of desire raced through me.

  “You look so beautiful with the purple jewel peeking out from in between your bottom cheeks,” he murmured, and I mewled with heated embarrassment. It felt decadently naughty to be over his knee and have him looking at me like this. When his fingers finally pulled away from my needy pussy, I whined softly.

  “Are you ready for your husband to punish you, my sweet bride?” he asked as he cupped my ass in his palm.

  “Yes, sir,” I whimpered.

  “Good girl,” he said, and my heart fluttered just as his hand spanked my bottom for the first time. It was sharp and hot and by the time the second one fell, I realized that he’d never used his full strength to punish me this way before. I squeaked in surprise as his hand really started to rain down on my backside. I understood why he’d pinned my legs now because as the spanking continued, all I wanted to do was kick and squirm my way off his lap so I could escape the punishing bite of his palm.

  I tried to clench my bottom so that it hurt less, but that only resulted in my muscles tightening around the plug and renewing the aching burn its insertion had left behind.

  I tried to take it gracefully, but it was hard. I recited the reasons I’d earned this punishment over his knee and even so, the spanking was far harder than I was prepared to take. I didn’t even try to stay quiet, because it was a lost cause from the very start.

  He spanked all over my bottom and when that felt thoroughly scalded, he turned his attention to my thighs. The first time he smacked the back of my legs, I cried out in alarm, but that didn’t slow him down. Those were the worst because the sting was that much sharper than all the rest and I clutched at the quilt beneath me as I tried to cope with the scalding hot burn.

  “Oh, please!” I begged.

  “Kitten,” he scolded. “I’ve only just begun.”

  Every word was the truth, because then the spanking just got harder and faster. In my panic, a keening cry escaped me. All of the gentleness he’d shown me last night and this morning was gone. Now he was a man intent on teaching me a lesson and a painful one at that.

  My bottom hole ached, and my backside felt like he’d branded it with his palm. He didn’t stop spanking me for even a moment and I cried out in panic, but at the same time my pussy throbbed to life.

  Even though I was pinned over his thigh for a hard punishment, my needy little clit had a very different idea. My inner walls were fluttering with excitement and just when the spanking reached an agonizing crescendo, my arousal reared its greedy head. I moaned and it sounded too much like I was enjoying this far more than I was.

  Grayson clutched my hip and pinned me to his thigh. A nervous jitter passed through me, and he started spanking my thighs exclusively.

  “Please! Please! I’m sorry, sir!” I exclaimed.

  “I know, my sweet bride,” he answered.

  “I can’t take any more,” I cried.

  “It’s not up to you, kitten. You’re in for a hard punishment, aren’t you?”

  “Yes, sir,” I wailed. I wiggled my hips over his knee, and he ruthlessly punished the lower curves of my cheeks hard enough so that I knew sitting would be painful for a good long while. He spanked all over my bottom and my thighs hard enough that I began to wonder if I was going to cry. Just when my breathing hitched in the back of my throat though, he paused and traced his palm over my scalded backside.

  “Do you want to know something, kitten?” he asked as he pitched me forward and removed his leg from the backs of mine. He forcibly opened my legs, just leaving his fingers against my inner thighs.

  “What it is, sir?” I asked.

  “Your entire backside is bright red, and you are so wet that your arousal is glistening on your pretty thighs,” he observed, and I whimpered with shame. “This wet little pussy is why I’m being so harsh with you, kitten. You need this.”

  My inner walls fluttere
d with excitement as he spread my bottom cheeks. He grasped the end of the small plug and pulled it just a little bit. He pumped it in and out of me several times and I moaned embarrassingly loud with open desire. Eventually, he pulled it out and my bottom felt mortifyingly empty.

  He leaned over and grabbed something on the bed. I didn’t see what it was, but when the hard metal surface started to glide over my wetness and gently fuck my pussy, I realized that it was the next sized plug. It wasn’t much longer before the tip of it pressed against my bottom hole.

  “This is going to hurt, kitten,” he warned.

  I hardly hard any time to react before he shoved it roughly inside my asshole. A fresh wave of agonizing pain poured over me, hot and endless and unyielding. For several seconds, the only thing I could feel was that terrible ache before it eventually faded into a gentle never-ending simmer.

  He tapped the base of it with his finger.

  “I’m looking forward to replacing this with my cock next,” he mused, and my desire nearly imploded inside me.

  “Will that hurt too?” I asked shakily.

  “Yes, kitten,” he answered simply.

  “Will I enjoy it?” I pressed nervously.

  “Yes, kitten. You will enjoy it very much. I’m going to make sure of it,” he added. His hand returned between my legs, gently teasing my clit and I whined softly.

  “Please, may I come?” I asked.

  “Not yet, sweet bride. You will be allowed to orgasm only after my cock is buried inside your virgin bottom hole,” he replied, and I shivered with savage arousal. My burning backside throbbed, but the only thing I wanted was to ride his cock.

  For a few minutes, I lay over his knee as his fingers traced over my skin. He explored every inch of my backside, his touch soothing across my punished flesh.

  “Come now. It’s time,” he said softly, and I knew the hardest part was yet to come. He was gentle as he helped me climb to my feet. I stood beside him as he piled a few pillows in the center of the bed. When he was done, he didn’t need to tell me what to do. I just did it. Without hesitation, I climbed onto the bed and placed my hips over the pillows, presenting my well-spanked bottom to him for further punishment. My bottom hole throbbed from the plug, and he took a long moment to admire the sight of my vulnerable bottom on complete display.