“I’d like that quite a bit,” I answered as he grasped my fingers within his and led me back to the table. I loaded a plate with fresh fruit, yogurt, and a small bowl of oatmeal and ate my fill. He ate his eggs and bacon in silence, and I cocked my head. He seemed a little distracted and I couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was on his mind.
“Is everything alright?” I asked.
“Perfect, kitten,” he smiled warmly.
“I saw you on the phone earlier,” I began, and his smile tightened slightly.
“Just a bit of business that needed to be taken care of,” he answered. There was something he wasn’t telling me. I was sure of it. I sprinkled some fruit and granola over top of my yogurt, taking a bite and chewing it thoughtfully. I decided not to press him on the matter. If he wanted to talk about it, he would.
“When we are in port today, kitten, you are not to wander off. I want that cute little bottom in my sights all day,” he murmured. His gaze glinted seductively, and I hummed with desire of my own. My bare pussy was still pulsing from his morning attention, and I had half a mind to rush over to him and jump straight on his cock.
“Yes, sir,” I answered. I searched his face, trying to see if there was any hidden meaning in his words, but his expression was like a mask.
“If you’re a good girl all day, you’ll be rewarded tonight,” he purred, and my smile broadened.
“Oh?” I asked, my voice a bit feisty and he laughed openly. Whatever tension had been there before was long gone and I shrugged it off. Maybe it was just a difficult business acquisition or something like that.
He smirked back at me.
“Yes, kitten,” he answered evasively, and it only made my pussy clench down tight in anticipation. He didn’t give any more details and the unknown of his promises only made it that much more exciting. He finished his meal and moved to stand up, pushing his plate aside.
“Enjoy your breakfast, beautiful. I’ll lay out a swimsuit and coverup for you on the bed to wear. When you’re ready, meet me down at the gangway deck. I’ll be waiting for you,” he said, and I nodded. I watched him walk away, taking a long moment to delight in the sight of his backside in his light gray slacks. It was a rather delicious view.
When he was gone, I ate the rest of my meal lazily. I sipped my mimosa and when I was done, I slipped back downstairs into the master suite. I fingered the knitted white coverup, smiling as the soft buttery fabric slid against my skin. He’d left a two-piece for me. It had a white base but was covered with brilliantly colored burgundy and pink flowers. I slipped the sundress I’d been wearing over my head and casually pulled on the new swimsuit. It fit like a glove, but I expected no less at this point. I bounced into the bathroom and looked at it in the mirror, smiling at how it hugged my curves perfectly.
I returned to the bedroom and pulled the coverup on too. Lastly, I slipped a pair of flip-flops on and left to join Grayson. I practically flounced down the stairs and when I finally reached him, he was leaning against a wall just staring out at the port.
“Hey there,” I offered, and he turned back toward me. Once more, it felt like he was far away, but it was gone so quickly that I wondered if I imagined it in the first place.
“Ready, kitten?” he grinned.
“Yes, sir,” I answered, blushing a little because I knew there were a few crewmembers close enough who could have heard me. He reached for me, and I took his hand. He led me across the metal gangway to the wooden dock, holding my fingers firmly with his. Once off the yacht, he guided me into a golf cart that was waiting for us. He held me close against him as it took off toward the beach.
There was a large cabana waiting for us, all set up with fans and cold drinks, as well as finger foods for us to enjoy.
Grayson insisted on removing my coverup himself and I didn’t fight him, enjo
ying the way his fingers flitted against my skin. For hours, we just enjoyed each other’s company and everything the beach had to offer before I started to grow restless.
The sun was beginning to dip in the sky. I glanced toward Grayson, noticing that he had drifted off to sleep in the cabana beside me. I smiled and grabbed the notepad and pen that were on the table.
Grayson,
I hope you enjoyed your nap. I’ve gone off into town to do a little shopping. I want to find something cute for you to tear off me later.
I love you.
Zoe
I chewed my lip, staring at those three words like they were on fire. I glanced from the note to him and back again, drawing a little heart beside my name. I fingered my ring, twirling it around and kissing it softly.
For the first time, I was truly looking forward to my new life. Sure, our marriage had begun a bit unconventionally, but I was certain the two of us would grow to be something special. With a soft smile, I put my coverup back on, left the cabana, and wandered toward the small port town.
It was a quick walk across the beach. I strode by the restaurants, enjoying the scent of fresh Mexican food and laughed at the sight of the few drunken tourists that were sitting at one of the tiki bars. One of them nearly fell off his seat. The little town was ritzy and there was no doubt in my mind that it would be expensive. I wandered into the first small shop along the way, delighted to find that it had a fair amount of lingerie as well as swimwear. I tried on a number of different outfits and finally settled on a lacey red panty and bra set.
It was thin and I knew he’d like that. There was no doubt in my mind that he’d be able to see the dusky color of my nipples through the lace, as well as everything between my thighs if he wanted to.
Maybe he’d take me over his knee and make my bottom match the color of the panties before he tore them clean off me.