I would never know which one I was going to get and that both terrified and aroused me more than I cared to admit. To myself. To him. To anyone.
“There will be plenty of time for you to learn what happens when you push me, little girl. You needn’t worry about that. For now, however, you have a wedding to dress for, so the lessons are going to have to wait until tonight. Keep that in mind when you’re getting ready for me, my feisty bride,” he murmured, and I shuddered with anxious desire.
r /> He released my clit and I hated that he did because even with all his roughness, I still wanted to come so very badly. My entire body pulsed with arousal in tune with the constant beat of my heart.
“Know that I’m looking forward to fully putting you in your place tonight, my sweet bride. I’m going to make you scream for me. You might even like it,” he whispered, and my pussy clenched down tight. He pushed off the bed, releasing me from the prison of his body and leaving me bereft of his touch. I didn’t know if I was relieved or sad to be free of him and before I could figure it out, he’d left the room.
My heart eventually calmed, and I pushed myself up so that I could sit on the end of the bed. I curled my arms around my chest and hesitantly brushed my fingers against my nipples. They still felt sore, as if his teeth were still biting down on them and my gentle touches did nothing to make the ache fade away.
I looked toward the door, feeling his absence rather keenly. I drew my knees into my chest, hearing something down the hallway. I started when Clara came in through the door pushing a large cart with garment bag slung over her shoulder.
I looked for something to cover up my nakedness. The towel was on the other side of the bed though and if I lunged to grab it, I would only show her more of my body. Instead, I stayed sitting on the end of the bed, trying to pretend like this was the most normal thing in the world when it most definitely wasn’t.
“I have your dress ready as well as your undergarments,” she began. Her smile was soft and warm, and I nodded with understanding. To be honest, I wasn’t really sure what else to do except go along with whatever this was. She offered me a hand and I took it, no longer trying to shield my body from her eyes. She brushed my hair over my shoulder, just looking at me before she hung the garment bag on a hook on the wall.
With a clinical purpose, she unzipped it and revealed the dress I had chosen. There was a white corset bustier to wear beneath it, as well as a lacey pair of matching silk panties on a separate hanger. Thankfully, she passed me the panties first and I was able to cover up my pussy. She had me turn around and slip my arms into the corseted bra top and I waited patiently as she clipped the back closed. It lifted my breasts rather enticingly, but the fabric against my nipples was just enough to remind me what happened in this room a few minutes ago.
I bit my lip nervously. If she noticed, she did not say.
“Come. I’ll do your hair and makeup in the bathroom,” she said. I followed her without complaint. She pulled out a small bench and had me sit in it. She left me there for several minutes while she returned to her cart, bringing a small satchel with her that she slipped open on the counter. It was filled with makeup.
“I’m going to start with your hair first. I thought we could do a partial updo and take advantage of these natural brunette waves you have. What do you think?” she asked. I looked thoughtfully back at her in the mirror.
“I’d like that,” I answered simply, and she started to brush my hair. She fished out a hairdryer from a cabinet beside me and made quick work of the wet mop atop my head. I studied her while she worked, trying to figure out her place in all of this and I finally got the courage to ask her about it.
“Clara?”
“Yes, Zoe?”
“Have you been working for Grayson for a while?”
“I’ve been in his employ for the past ten years,” she answered.
“What kind of things do you do for him?” I pressed.
“Whatever he asks me to do. Most of the time I ensure his suite here is kept clean. Sometimes I run errands or cook him a meal, but today I’m assigned to you to make sure that your wedding day is perfect,” she answered.
“As perfect as a forced marriage could be, I suppose,” I replied. She didn’t answer me and just continued to brush and style my hair. For a while, I was quiet. I’d fought this every step of the way, but it hadn’t seemed to get me anywhere.
“Do you know why he chose me, Clara?” I finally asked softly, and her fingers lightly squeezed my shoulder.
“I don’t know, Zoe, but I do know he’s never done anything like this for any other. In fact, I don’t know of anyone that he’s brought up here into the penthouse either. He doesn’t really do serious,” she ventured, and I pushed harder.
“Serious?”
She gathered the hair at the top of my head, sectioning it off so that she could begin to braid it.
“I never thought I’d see the day Mr. Asher walked down the aisle and made a woman his wife,” she admitted, looking sheepishly at me as she continued to work on making me the image of the perfect bride.
“Is he a cruel man?” I asked.
“No. He is a kind man, a good man. He would not offer his hand in marriage if he did not intend on taking care of you in all ways,” she said gently. There was nothing dishonest in the way she said those words. I didn’t want to believe her, but I knew there was a grain of truth in that because as rough as Grayson had been with me thus far, he hadn’t really hurt me.
Sure, he’d spanked my bare bottom and my pussy hard enough to leave them sore and aching, but he hadn’t forced himself on me. He’d had me bent over his desk, pinned down for the taking, and he hadn’t taken me against my will. If anything, his refusal to fuck me was as mystifying as it was captivating.
There was a knock on the door. A female employee walked inside the room carrying a platter with only one thing on top of it: another glass of wine.
I knew it would be the same as before, my favorite. If I was getting married today, I might as well enjoy another glass on his tab.