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“No underwear?” I asked, looking pointedly over to the box of lingerie Ryan had left me yesterday.
“After your scheduled bath,” she answered curtly. Seeing no room for negotiation, I took the opportunity to at least cover my body up from her gaze. I wrapped the belt around my waist, cinching it as tightly as I dared before slipping my feet into the flats.
“Come. It’s time to go,” she proffered, gesturing for me to leave the room. She guided me out of the house to a waiting car. Ryker was nowhere to be seen as I was shuttled into the backseat. It drove off minutes later and I was left to study the natural landscape that surrounded us. It was beautiful, but the ride was over a short while later. We pulled up to a pristine white marble building and the backdoor was opened by a man in a suit.
Denise led me through an arched entryway. Along the way, I saw other women in private rooms, naked and bathing, but there wasn’t enough time for me to stop and really see what was happening. Before I knew it, I was shuttled into a room of my own. She knelt down and removed my shoes one by one. Then she untied the tie at my waist and pulled the robe from my body. I protested, but she didn’t listen.
In the center of the room was an enormous copper tub already full of steaming water. Her hand dipped to my lower back, edging me forward. The water was milky white, and I hesitantly lifted a foot and dipped my toe in. I sucked in a breath at the heat, but slowly climbed in once I got used to it. The decadent scents of jasmine, ginger, vanilla, and citrus surrounded me immediately.
Denise said nothing as she stepped to the side of the tub. She began to wash my hair. She rubbed something all over my face, telling me to let it sit so that it could condition my skin. After a while, she instructed me to rinse. Then she coated my hair in thick scented conditioner and had me stand up.
When she soaped up a sponge, I reached to take it, but she shook her head. Instead, she started to wash my body herself. I couldn’t bear to meet her eyes as she thoroughly washed every inch of me. My nipples pebbled when she soaped up my breasts and I turned my head, feeling my cheeks pinken. A silent cry escaped me when she washed between my legs, needing to close my eyes with my shame when she washed my backside. The most embarrassing part of the whole ordeal was when she slipped the sponge in between my cheeks. When I protested, she cleared her throat expectantly.
“We need to make sure this tight little hole is very clean, especially if your husband decides to use it tonight,” she murmured.
My eyes opened wide in aroused horror. I remembered his fingers inside me there. Would he really put his cock there too?
I shoved the thought away as quickly as I could. I was grateful for when Denise told me I could dip beneath the safety of the water’s surface once more. My mind was a rush of hesitant fantasies as she finished up. After a quick but very thorough exfoliation, I rinsed once more.
“Come now. Time to get you dressed,” she smiled, offering her hand so that I could climb out of the bathtub safely. Much to my chagrin, she toweled me off and I did my best not to fight her.
She’d brought everything with her that I needed. When I was dry enough, she handed me the lingerie set. I breathed a sigh of relief when I pulled the panties into place. They were fairly revealing, but it felt good to have a piece of fabric covering my pussy once more. She helped me into the bustier in no time flat.
I expected to put on the dress next, but she sat me down and started doing my hair and makeup. She didn’t use a lot of products, simply choosing to highlight my cheekbones and my eyes. She brushed and dried my hair, styling it in a half up-do with thick waves. Only then did she decide that it was time to get me into my gown.
It was strange to be dressed by someone else like this, but after it was all over, I felt like the most spoiled girl in the world. She led me to the one free-standing mirror in the room, showing me her work at the end.
“I look incredible,” I gasped.
“Good. Now let’s bring you to your husband. He’s waiting for you,” she smiled.
* * *
Behind the bathhouse was a breathtaking garden that seemed to go on for miles. There were flowers of every color everywhere the eye could see. Several wild hydrangea bushes were in full bloom. Dusky pink and vibrant red roses dotted the greenery along with so many more I didn’t recognize.
The tiny heels on my feet clinked against the rock with every step I took down the white stone path deeper into the gardens.
After a short walk, I turned the corner to find a flower-laden archway in the center of a clearing. Tall trees surrounded the grove, but I only had eyes for the man standing there waiting for me.
Ryker’s gaze locked in on me.
I sucked in a heated breath. He was dressed in an impeccable black suit, the material luxuriously matte. It looked like it would be soft, maybe like velvet. His tie was blue, and I couldn’t help but notice how much it brought out the turbulent waters of his eyes.
I walked to him, and he took my hands in his.
“You look so beautiful, Naomi,” he murmured.
“You’re so handsome,” I said, blushing.
There was an officiator that stood with us. He began to speak, but I didn’t really listen, not completely. I was too taken by the man staring back at me. At points, I heard the officiator talk about marriage, commitment, and everlasting love, but I just stared at Ryker instead. He stared back at me with adoration and my heart swelled with happiness.
When Ryker began to speak, it was only then that I started to listen.
“As your husband, I vow to protect you, always. I vow to take care of you, to love you, and to give you all the happiness you deserve,” he stated boldly.
His vow to protect me surged through me, a sudden warmth cascading through my limbs.
“Repeat after me, Dr. Vaughn,” the officiator said. I glanced back at him, nodding that I understood.
