Chapter 30 #2
But this happiness is so much purer.
“You didn’t,” he growls, holding up a donkey figurine to match the ugly one I bought this afternoon.
“I gave him a friend.” I shrug.
“Ha.” The look of delight is back, and he gently sets it on the table next to the cake.
My eyes feel misty at all of this: how deep my feelings are for him, how sad I am for his childhood, and how happy I am in this moment. This night couldn’t be any more perfect. I clench my fists at my sides to calm myself down and clear my throat. “Cake?”
He scratches his head, glancing towards the bed. “Maybe after we…”
Seems reasonable to me.
I nod, and then he prowls over to our suitcases—he packed one filled with toys that we haven't cracked open yet—and throws it on the bed, opening it.
“So many options,” he mutters under his breath. He begins taking them out and putting them into various piles. I have no idea what system he has in his head, but I’m sure it makes sense to him.
“I’m going to go freshen up and let you keep… sorting.”
“Perfect.”
“Should I be afraid of whatever it is you’re planning?”
“Terrified.”
I giggle as I run into the bathroom and close the door behind me.
The space is surprisingly roomy for being on a boat.
I really needed some time to freshen up—we spent so much time walking around in the sun, and my hair is a wind-blown mess.
But I wanted to close the door and gather my emotions.
I haven’t even wrapped my head around finally getting along with him, and yet my chest is glowing, and I feel like I’m going to vomit, but in a good way.
What does that even mean? When I look in the mirror, I barely recognize myself.
It’s as if my eyes are a shade lighter and there’s a perma-smile underneath any expression I try to make in the mirror.
“Sofia?” His voice comes from right behind the bathroom door. “I think we should come up with a safe word.”
“W…what?” I can’t see his face, but I picture him biting his fist to stop himself from laughing. He could be saying this simply to get a rise out of me, or he’s serious, and I can only imagine what is going to happen to me tonight.
“That way I’ll know for sure if I went too far. I decided not to use the ball-gag for this exact reason.”
“Fine. Donkey.”
“Of course you would pick that.” His voice is far away the next time he speaks. “Come out of there completely naked or I’ll have no choice but to tear the fabric off of you.”
That sends a chill through my core. I hurry and get ready, the anticipation killing me. Once I’m washed up, my hair looks fine, my teeth brushed, and my sunburn somewhat concealed; I strip off my dress and then my bra and underwear.
I glance at myself in the mirror one last time before walking back out into the bedroom.
He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, leaning against the bedpost. A chair with a small pile of toys next to him. His body goes rigid when he looks at me. He sits up straighter to look at me and slowly takes in my body.
“What do you want me to do?” I ask.
That seems to snap him out of his spell. He stands up and grabs some restraints. “Sit on the edge of the bed,” he murmurs, gazing at one of the bedposts.
I do as I’m told as he stands over me, already obviously hard, as he grabs hold of one of my arms. He couldn’t be more gentle as he ties my arm slightly raised over my head and to the bedpost. He does the same thing on the other side and then says, “Lean back and spread your legs.”
I tilt backwards until the restraints are taut, then he ties my legs similarly so that I’m spread-eagle seated at the edge of the bed. “Is this comfortable?” He puts his fingers in my folds, feeling how swollen my clit already is.
I can tell that my arms and back are going to get sore from this, and I have never felt so vulnerable in my life. “A little.” My voice sounds far away, and I don’t know how I turn into this subdued, demure girl whenever I’m naked in front of him.
He strokes the side of my face, putting his thumb in my mouth. I trace my tongue around the tip, sucking it before he pulls away. He walks over to the toys as I shift around in the restraints trying to see how much give I have. The answer: not much.
He grabs one of the vibrators. “I told you I was going to punish you for delaying the boat. But I’ll be nice and start with something easy.” He smiles and turns on the vibrator. Not hesitating before putting it up against my clit. My body jerks in response, thrusting towards it.
“Oh….” It feels so good already, and for a moment I wonder if I’m going to immediately come. He pulls the vibrator away and playfully slaps one of my breasts, then pinches my nipple until I jolt.
“I didn’t think to bring nipple clamps, unfortunately.”
“Unfortunately?”
He slaps me again as he smirks down at me. Teasing me again with the vibrator, this time on a slightly higher setting. “I can’t spank you in this position, so these poor, beautiful tits have to take the brunt of it, I’m afraid.”
He pinches my other nipple. And that’s enough.
I feel my walls contract as I flail against the restraints until I’m worried I’ll break the bed as ecstasy takes over.
“That was quicker than I thought,” he muses as he unties me. Each arm falls to my side.
My body goes into a limp heap on the bed as he crawls on top of me. Brushing my hair out of my face, and kissing me. And he is not gentle. His tongue fills my mouth. He bites my lip. He yanks my hair at an angle where I can’t move my head. His cock grinds against me, making me crave it even more.
He pulls away and takes a few steps towards the toys. I’m still in a daze as he holds up the little blue plug. He raises his eyebrows.
“Maybe?”
“You are so cute.” He takes a few steps towards me. “Now, be a good girl and get on all fours.”
My breath hitches as I do what he says. I hear him open a bottle of lube behind me. His fingers are cold as he massages near my puckered hole. “You tell me if this is too much.”
I nod as he slides his finger in, and I’m surprised it doesn’t hurt; it only feels strange. But I’m not opposed to it.
I hear him mess with the lube again, and I look back to see him coating the toy in it. I bite my lip and swallow a bit of trepidation. I’m too curious to see what it feels like to stop him.
He gently massages one of my cheeks. Then I feel the thing slowly slide into me. It hurts for a moment, then it’s fine. Just vaguely there.
“How does it feel?”
“Okay.”
“Should I leave it in?”
“Yes.”
Then he surprises me with a spank.
I jolt as he says, “That’s for delaying the boat.”
He does it again. “That’s for pulling off this whole birthday stunt.” He leans forward so he can whisper in my ear. “But that was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”
Before I can react to that, he slaps me again. “And that’s for teasing me for those two merciless hours while we waited on the island while we could have been here.”
And once more. “I don’t know what that one is for.” He groans. “I can’t take this anymore.”
I feel his cock drive into me.
“You are so tight with this thing inside of you.” He spanks me again, thrusting slowly before he drives into me again. My ass slaps against him, making me feel the plug with every thrust. I feel so full as he takes me.
My legs feel weak after everything he’s done to me so far. An unfeminine moan comes out of me as he drives into a spot that makes me see stars. “I’m so close again,” I whimper.
He rewards that with another spank. “Come on this cock. I want to feel your walls tighten around me.”
As if on command, my arms give out and my chest hits the bed as my body lets go. My face in the bed muffles my scream as he supports my hips, still thrusting inside of me.
Then he’s on top of me, prone. His tongue traces around my ear. “Such a good girl, Sofia.” He grips my shoulder as he continues, my body completely limp as I let him take me.
His hands explore every inch of me. My breasts, my ass, he tries to reach around for my clit again, but I shake my head. “Too much.”
He chuckles. “Remember, this is supposed to be a punishment.” But he pulls his hand away despite his threat.
“You and your empty threats.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t have said that.” He pulls out of me and I immediately miss the feeling of him inside of me. “On your knees, I want to feel that pretty mouth of yours too.”
I practically fall off the bed and half-crawl, half-drag myself towards him, bracing my hands against his thighs. I lick up and down his shaft, circling around the tip of his cock.
“You taste yourself on me? Dirty girl.”
“Yes, sir.” I smile as I remember how much of an effect that had in the gym.
“Oh, Sofia,” he groans as I wrap my lips around him, taking him as far down my throat as I can manage. It doesn’t take long from here. I worship his cock, loving the feeling of being in control until he says, “I’m going to come.”
I don’t go anywhere as he releases deep into my throat.
He collapses onto the bed. A bit of sweat on his forehead. I follow him, and his eyes shine as he pulls me into his chest.
We don’t say anything as we rest there. My mind feels blank in the best way possible. Spent. I question whether I’m dreaming. If this is even real.
I think I’m in love.