There would be a time when she would hide behind nothing from him. Not a shred of cloth or her modesty.
With one hand, he captured both her hands at the small of her back. He stroked the delicate skin on her wrist. She couldn’t hide her shudder any more than she could hide her fury.
But when he caught a glimpse of her panties, a flimsy speck of white lace against her beautiful ass, a sizzle of jealousy raged through him. The thought of another man seeing her that way, touching her, fucking what was his to own for the rest of his life ignited that jealousy to new heights.
“You’re mine now. And there are a few lessons you need to learn about what it means to be my wife, Everleigh. You better pay attention. I won’t be repeating myself.”
~~~***~~~
This was where everything in her life would change, Everleigh thought. Nothing was ever going to be the same again. Ever.
Her efforts to escape had proved hopelessly futile. Parker had captured her hands in one of his and kept them imprisoned against the small of her back.
She moaned first then bit her lip in embarrassment when he slid his hand over the skin of her leg up to her thigh. He lifted the dress from the little it covered and exposed her ass.
Oh, god.
He was actually looking at her pair of white lace panties. She had forgone her usual sensible cotton panties and had bought some extravagant underwear for the trip. It wasn’t as if she were looking to lose her virginity, but maybe it was time, and the cruise was the perfect excuse.
Her friends were always teasing her about her status, but from one wedding cake to another she had zero time to date. Not that she didn’t have plans to fall in love and get married and have lots of babies.
Well, now she skipped the falling in love part and went straight to marrying a virtual stranger at that. A stranger she fantasized about, but still a stranger.
She couldn’t be sure about what Parker had softly growled but it sounded likeminebefore he slipped his fingers into the band of her panties and pulled them down.
“No,” she said but whatever conviction she meant to instill in her voice died when his fingers brushed over her ass as he pulled her panties down.
Oh no.
She sucked in her breath and shut her eyes. Her panties were not only wet, but they were also soaked through. She could feel the dampness on her skin as he dragged them down her thighs and off her feet. She didn’t need to see to know he had put her underwear in his pocket.
Embarrassment shot through her like lava, making her skin flush red. He wasn’t supposed to know she was wet.
But that was only one of her many problems.
She gasped and cried out in sheer panicked shock when he struck her ass with the whole width of his hand.
The first thing she felt was the immense heat that seemed to penetrate the layers of her skin and scorch her very soul. But soon those solar blitzes of heat turned the sting so powerful it rattled her to her core.
Tears sprang from her eyes and by the time he issued his third strike she was crying full swing, hotter and wetter than ever.
“You belong to me now,” he said. Everleigh couldn’t fathom how the huskiness his voice had taken on, together with being spanked created such a high degree of arousal in her.
“You’ll respect me at all times. You certainly won’t be throwing any kind of beverages at me. Ever.” He punctuated that statement with two successive spanks. “You do as I tell you to do. You’re mine and that means no man can ever touch you except me. Those panties you’re wearing are for me only. Do you understand?”
Everleigh thought she might die from a combination of pain and deep dark aberrant pleasure. She couldn’t understand her body's reaction to his punishment and worse she had zero control over how she should be reacting. Somewhere in some normal functioning part of her brain, she knew she should be feeling outraged to be taken in hand as if she were a child and not a grown woman. But the sheer diverging hunger he built up inside her took over everything.
The wetness between her legs had become a source of torture complemented by the impact of his palm against her flesh.
“Your body. Your pussy. Your ass. Everything about you is mine,” he said softly. He spanked her again but this time his hand rested on her ass. His fingers slipped down to her pussy. “You’re my wife and that means you’ll be by my side always and your legs always open for me.”
Instinctively she clamped her thighs shut, restricting his access to her. She was too wet. Too sensitive. If he touched her, she would never be able to live it down.
“Open your legs, Everleigh.” The sternness in his voice had every cell in her body quivering.
How could he make her so hot and distraught at the same time? He wasn’t supposed to know that he took center stage in all her dreams, that in her mind no other man measured up. But they were all fantasies and she had imagined them with the confidence that they would never come true.
Yet here she was.