“No.”
“I like to surprise you.”
“I know.”
“I won’t take liberties with your schedule after this, unless I have a really, really good reason. Okay?”
She curls her hand around mine. “Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For all the surprises today, for knowing what I needed to hear just now, and for making sure I get everything I want and need all the time. Having the girls there today… It made an already perfect day so much better than it would’ve been without them.”
“If they honestly couldn’t have come, we would’ve rescheduled it. I hope you know that.”
“It was a miracle to get that many of the people who matter to us in one place at one time. I never would’ve expected you to reschedule it.”
“We wouldn’t have done it without your sisters and closest friends there, Nat. I told my mother that from the beginning, and she totally agreed.”
“I loved the song your mother sang for us.”
“She was very excited about that.”
“It was all perfect.”
“Wait till you see what’s next.”
“I can’t wait.”
We arrive at LAX for the two-and-a-half-hour flight to Cabo San Lucas. I can’t wait to show Natalie the place I bought there a few years ago after numerous visits to the resort town made it one of my favorite places to get away. I carry a single small duffel bag onto the plane and tuck it between our seats. It contains everything we’ll need while we’re there.
I’ve got to be back on Saturday for Oscar rehearsals, but the next six days belong solely and completely to Natalie. My parents and Addie have the number at the house in Cabo in case of an emergency. Otherwise, my cell phone is turned off, and it’ll stay that way until we get back to LA.
She’s about to find out what a real honeymoon entails when you marry a sexual dominant. My dick gets hard just thinking about the six full days I plan to spend totally naked with my new bride.
After we take off, I can tell she’s waiting for something to happen. Something always happens when we’re on an airplane together. But this time, I decide to let the anticipation build by pretending to nod off in my seat. When she sees that I’m “asleep,” she settles in, too, putting her feet up and pulling a throw blanket over her. I wait until she’s all tucked in before turning on the vibe in her panties, drawing a gasp and then a moan from her.
“Very dirty trick.”
“Hmm?”
“Don’t act like you have no idea what you’re doing.”
“I thought I was sleeping.”
“You’re not sleeping. You’re torturing me.”
I open my eyes and turn toward her, taking in her adorable indignation. “Sweetheart, if I wanted to torture you, I could do much better than that.”
“How?”
The single-word question hits me like a Taser, sending a current traveling through my body that gathers in my groin. “How would I torture you?”
She bites her lip and nods.
“In a perfect world where I could do anything I wanted?”
Though slashes of color have appeared on her cheeks, she nods again.
“I’d tie you to the bed, wrists and ankles. I’d blindfold you and clamp your nipples. I’d fill your ass with the biggest plug I have and use a vibe in your * that also stimulates your clit. I’d tease you with ice and feathers and everything else I could think of, but I wouldn’t let you come, perhaps for hours.”
She shudders visibly. “And you would like that? Doing that to me?”
“I’d fucking love it.”
“Why?”
“Why would I love it? Because I’d hold your pleasure and your well-being in my hands, because you trust me enough to give me that.” I take her hand and run my fingers over the sensitive skin on her inner wrist. “Because by the time I let us both come, it would be so explosive you’d never forget it—and neither would I.”
“I want to do that. Everything you said… I want it.”
I shake my head. “Blindfolding is a hard limit for you.”
“Could we do the rest of it?”
“Like the playroom, that scenario is something we work up to, a little at a time. You are very new to this and I don’t want to scare you.”
“I was scared before I knew how much I love to turn over my pleasure to you.”
I shift in my seat because I’m so hard for her, I ache. “Nat, fuck… You don’t know what you do to me when you say things like that.”
“What do I do? Tell me.”
I drop our joined hands to my lap and flatten her palm against my cock.
Before I have a second to gauge her intentions, she’s out of her seat and on her knees before me. “Could I help you with that, Sir?”