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be getting fucked quite a lot this week, my pretty bride. You’re going to be quite sore. The only part up to you is how much sorer you want to be by the time it’s over.”
I whined softly with shameful excitement.
He walked out onto the massive balcony that surrounded the stern of the ship. The yacht was pulling away from the port and he sat down on the oversize couch in the middle of it. He sat back and spread his arms across the back of it. There was a long carpet situated in front of it and I looked from it back to him.
“Come here, kitten. I want to enjoy your pretty mouth,” he said darkly, and I found myself moving toward him before I could stop myself. But… I didn’t want to resist him. Not this time.
I lowered myself to my knees in front of him, blushing as I watched him unbutton and unzip his slacks. When his cock was finally free, I licked my lips and hesitantly leaned forward. I couldn’t stop staring at it and when his fingers lifted my chin, I jumped a little because he’d caught me off guard.
“Take off your dress and hand it to me. I want to enjoy the sight of your beautiful body,” he said softly. There was a hint of a command there, but it wasn’t overtly strong. With only the slightest sense of delay, I lifted my dress over my head and put it in his waiting hand. He laid it alongside him on the couch and groaned with desire as he looked at me. Being naked outside felt so wrong, but maybe I didn’t want to be right.
“Pure and utter perfection,” he murmured, and I blushed heavily. “Come now. Let me feel that mouth on my cock,” he instructed, and my gaze flicked back down to see that his cock was more than ready for me.
The veins of his cock were throbbing before my eyes as I leaned forward and just licked at the slit at the head of his length. The taste of him was salty and a bit bitter at first, but it shifted to a sweet masculinity that was as intoxicating as it was arousing. Feeling a bit bolder, I surrounded his cockhead with my lips, suckling lightly at first as I got used to his girth inside my mouth.
Hesitantly, I bobbed forward and back, taking him a bit deeper. I gagged a bit at first, but I forced myself to breathe in and out of my nose. He let me explore the length of his cock until I grew more confident and sucked him more vigorously. He groaned and I delighted in the visceral sound of his arousal.
His hand wound around my head. His fingers were gentle at first, massaging the back of my scalp. I suckled him slowly, teasingly and then those fingers tightened in my hair and pulled it tight in his fist. I hummed with pain as it blossomed across my scalp, feeling it zing down my spine and settle deep in the center of my core.
True to his nature, he took control with that single maneuver. I whimpered around his cock as he slowly forced me to take more and more of him down my throat. I gagged several times and he allowed me to back off just enough to get my reflex under control. I swallowed around him as his fingers tightened on my hair, using his dominance as a way to make myself calm enough to take all of him, or at least as much of him as I could.
The more of him I took, the easier it became. At least until he stood up with his cock still fully inside my mouth. Then his hips started to move in and out, taking ownership of my mouth with his cock. He started slowly at first, but that didn’t last long. Gradually, he increased his pace until he was fully fucking my face.
He didn’t care if I gagged or if I cried out around his cock now. He didn’t stop because my cheeks were sore or a tear was dripping down my face. His fist at the back of my head kept me captive, even when I pushed against his thighs with my palms.
It took time, but I eventually started to recover. I swirled my tongue around his length, trying to give him my everything because I didn’t know how much more of this I could take. I suckled him enthusiastically, the sound of my mouth on his cock embarrassingly loud and shameful.
My nipples had hardened into tight peaks and my thighs were slick with my own arousal. For a moment, I closed my eyes and just felt. His cock was sliding in and out of my lips, owning me, possessing me, using me, and my body felt like it was on fire. His movements were rough, perhaps a bit cruel, but that didn’t change the fact that there was a part of me truly enjoying this. It hurt. At the same time, it also felt amazingly good.
I moaned around his cock. His fist tightened in my hair, causing a fresh wave of pain to radiate down my spine and my inner walls to spasm with decadent excitement. I couldn’t make it stop. I only wanted more.
He gave it to me in spades. His cock surged in and out of my mouth, and when he groaned a delicious tremor of need poured over me like a bucket of warm water. My own hips rolled, and he thrust into me a bit more vigorously and groaned again. I sucked his cock with as much passion as I could muster, and his thighs shook just the slightest bit before he roared. His seed spurted into the back of my throat. At first, I was taken aback by it, but then I remembered something.
Good girls swallow. I wanted to be a good girl for him.
The first one was the highest hurdle. My throat didn’t want to cooperate, but he gripped my hair harder and pushed all the way back into my mouth. It forced my throat to open, and I finally made myself swallow his seed.
His cum spurted in waves, hot and delicious and filthy. I opened my eyes and looked up to meet his, reveling in the pleasure written all over his face. He’d enjoyed himself and that made me feel powerful. He looked down at me and I felt like the most beautiful girl in the world.
When his orgasm ended, he released my hair and drew his hand forward, cupping my cheek gently as he pulled himself free from my mouth. His other hand captured the other side of my face as he gently brought me up to his. His lips took mine in a deep kiss that left me reeling. His breath became mine and for a moment, I forgot that I was naked on his yacht sailing off into the ocean. Time stopped and nothing else mattered.
“Such a good girl. My good perfect girl,” he murmured, and my heart nearly exploded in my chest. He situated me next to him while he tucked himself away. He didn’t give me back my dress yet, but I didn’t complain because I sort of liked being next to him naked while he was fully clothed. His hand found mine as his arm wound around me and pulled me onto his lap.
I looked out, mesmerized by the deep blues of the ocean behind us. Already, the expanse of the shore was just far enough away that it was becoming difficult to make out. His arms curled around me, squeezing me tight like he didn’t want to let go.
I didn’t want him to either.
Chapter 9
The next several days passed by in a blur. True to his word, Grayson fucked me every single night. My pussy was delightfully sore the entire time and I floated in a constant well-satisfied haze that felt as though I was walking on water. We visited a few delicious vineyards by way of the yacht and at each one, he arranged a private dinner and tasting, as well as a full tour. Each morning, he set up a spa appointment for me, including a full body massage, a facial, as well as a manicure and pedicure. I felt so spoiled that it was hard to remember why I’d fought so hard to escape this marriage in the first place.
In the afternoons, I spent some time lying in the sun on the top deck. The rocking of the boat lulled me into a relaxed calm, and I was delighted to notice some tan lines beginning to surface on my skin as the days passed.
His yacht felt like the perfect escape. I’d never really allowed myself to detach from work like that in my life. I only dealt with two minor work issues and after I was through with each one, Grayson bent me over, spanked my bottom bright pink, and fucked me hard enough to make me forget about everything to do with work in the first place.
On the fifth day of the trip, I woke up alone and wandered out of the suite to the top deck to find a full breakfast waiting for me. I breathed in the fresh scent of the salty breeze and sighed, delighting in the easygoing nature of life on the sea. I saw Grayson come out on the back of the ship one deck below me and I just watched him.
He looked almost regal, and my heart pulsed knowing that he was mine. I’m not sure when it had happened, but I knew I’d fallen for him sometime between the morning I’d walked into his office to this moment. The part of me that had wanted to escape had quieted down because I knew I could no longer imagine my life without him. I didn’t even want to think about it either. There was a part of me that worried I was falling too fast, but it felt so right that it couldn’t be a mistake. It felt like the first good thing to happen to me in a very long time. Ever since I lost my mother and then my grandparents a few years after that, my whole life had been work. Every moment, every breath had been dedicated to it and for the first time, I felt free. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t looking forward to going back, but this small slice of heaven was exactly what I needed.
