“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.
“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.