Page 39 of Blushing Bride


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I was used to living in a city, forever surrounded by buildings and pavement with little greenery except what was planted in designated areas zoned for plant growth, but then again most of those were used for food production so none of them looked anything like this. In New Englandia, everything had a purpose.

It was all very different out here from the ground. The trees were even more massive than I could have imagined. Some of the trunks were bigger around than the four by four we were driving. There were colorful wildflowers blooming on several rolling hills in the distance. The overwhelming wilderness was all so very beautiful in its unruliness that I found myself stunned to silence time and time again.

I turned my head, glancing at the man beside me. He was quiet, but contemplative as he assessed the path ahead of us. There was no road to follow, but the ground was flat enough in most places. It wasn’t the smoothest ride, but I didn’t complain.

When he noticed me looking in his direction, he smiled. I couldn’t help but notice that he’d been keeping his distance, especially around the security team. I knew he was being respectful, but it still hurt my feelings a little bit all the same. As if he was deciding something, he hesitated before reaching for me and taking my hand in his.

He squeezed it tight.

“Do you remember what I said back at your home?” he asked pointedly. There was the slight hint of command to his tone, and I looked quickly back toward him. Maybe I’d been imagining that distance after all.

“Yes,” I replied, blushing hotly.

“Unbutton your pants,” he dictated.

“But I…”

“Little girl,” he warned, his voice only just above a growl. Immediately, my entire body heated with arousal. The rapid rise in temperature took me by surprise, and my clit pulsed eagerly as if it was egging him on.

Without another word, I unbuttoned my jeans.

“Push them down to your knees,” he instructed.

Slowly, I did as he asked, blushing heatedly with every terrible moment. With my underwear in place, I still had some measure of propriety, but not much. That didn’t last long.

“Panties too. I want that pussy entirely bare for me,” he commanded.

“Ryker,” I gasped.

His hand quickly struck the top of my thigh. I yelped at the unexpected sting.

“Yes, sir,” I quickly corrected. I slipped my thumbs beneath the waistband of my panties and hesitantly pushed them down a few millimeters. He cleared his throat, clearly expecting me to go a bit faster. I whimpered quietly, using my legs to lift myself up only a hair off the seat so that I could slip my panties down past my backside. I paused for a brief moment with my fists in front of my pussy before I pushed them all the way down to the tops of my jeans.

He brushed his fingers over the top of my left thigh.

“Open your legs for me,” he instructed firmly. I stared down at his hand, watching it slink toward my pussy and my thighs opened of their own accord.

“Sir…” I breathed.

“I told you I was going to make you come for me, didn’t I?”

“Yes… but…”

His fingers dipped toward my pussy, and I stopped breathing. The moment they touched my glistening folds, I sucked in a mouthful of air as a bolt of pleasure spiraled straight to my core. Without meaning to, my hips arched toward him, seeking him out even though it was mortifying to see.

His fingertip traced over my clit, just lightly brushing its sensitive surface enough to drive me wild. Steadily, he increased the pressure and I had difficulty keeping my thighs open as fierce volleys of desire tore through me at every turn.

“Someone might see,” I mumbled, but I bucked against him anyway.

“There’s no one out here,” he answered.

“But the security,” I began.

“They’re behind us. They won’t see either, little girl,” he continued.

“But…”

He slapped my pussy hard enough to sting.

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