Natalie floats on the surface of the pool, her hair spread out like a mermaid’s, the tips of her magnificent breasts breaking the surface. I love her like this—uninhibited, relaxed and free of the worries she’s carried with her for so long. I’ll never forget the shocked look on her face when I informed her that this would be a totally naked honeymoon. Her shock was quickly replaced by stark curiosity and desire that set me on fire for her.
I slide through the water, moving slowly so I can take her by surprise when I bend over to draw the tip of her nipple into my mouth. Her eyes open, and her hand slides languorously through my hair. Cradling her in my arms, I tease her nipple for long moments, as if I don’t have another care in the world, which I don’t. Then I bite down on it, as hard as I dare, drawing a gasp from her.
“I want you to go inside, choose three items from what I brought, and put them on the bedside table with the bottle of lube and the red ribbon. Put the rest of the toys in the drawer in the table on your side of the bed. Once you’ve made your choices, I want you on your knees in the middle of the bed, facing the door, head down, hands folded. Any questions?”
“Just one.” She looks up at me, her gaze open and trusting. “How long will you make me wait for you?”
“Not long.” I put her down, kiss her and send her along with a pat on her gorgeous bottom. I can’t wait to see what she chooses for our playtime.
Despite the cool, refreshing swim, I’m on fire after receiving his instructions. I dry off from the pool and leave the towel outside to dry. I pad inside, marveling at how he has me walking around naked like it’s the most natural thing in the world to me when only a few weeks ago, it would’ve made me incredibly uncomfortable.
It’s one of many things that has changed since we met. The toys lined up on the bed are a reminder of other things that have changed. I study each item carefully. Knowing I don’t have much time to decide ramps up the tension and intensifies the throb between my legs that began with Flynn’s attention to my nipple in the pool.
Feeling rushed and off balance—exactly what he intended—I choose the chain with two clamps, the balls on a string and one of the candles, figuring to give myself a break with the last selection. With my choices made, I gather up the other items and put them away before arranging myself on the bed per his instructions.
Even knowing I won’t have to wait long, the anticipation grows and multiplies with every minute that passes. Before long, my legs are quivering, and I feel like I could hyperventilate as I rethink my choices. He’s going to use the clamps on my nipples. I chose them because I’ve been curious about what that feels like, but now that it’s about to happen, I’m not so certain I want to know. And the balls on a string… Where will he put them? My body clenches as if it’s already trying to keep them out.
Maybe I still have time to change my mind. I begin to move toward the table, but I’m stopped by a shadow that falls across the floor. I scramble back into the assigned position, hoping I haven’t just earned a punishment. Though I’ve learned to enjoy his form of punishment.
“Everything all right in here?” he asks in the stern voice he uses for these moments.
“Y-yes. Sir.”
As he comes into the room, I want to look to see if he’s naked, too, but I don’t raise my eyes to check. He goes to the bedside table to inspect my choices. The jingle of the chain makes my nipples hard and tight.
“Very nice choices, my love. We’ll have a lot of fun tonight.”
The bedside drawer opens and then closes, making me wonder if he’s adding one of his own choices to mine. That possibility hadn’t occurred to me when I made my decisions. The scrape of a match and the pungent scent of sulfur fills the air as he lights a candle and sets it back on the bedside table.
“What would you like to play with first, sweetheart? The clamps, the balls or the hot wax?”
I swallow hard at the mention of hot wax. That possibility never occurred to me when I chose the candle.
“Natalie?”
“Th-the clamps, please, Sir.”
“I’ll need you on your back, arms over your head and legs spread. Once you’re in position, I want you to stay perfectly still.”
My limbs feel leaden as I move into position, resting my head on a fluffy pillow. In this position I can see him, and he is naked, too. His cock is big and thick against his belly, the head purple and leaking. I love that he’s so incredibly aroused by what we’re doing. I love that I’m pleasing him and making him happy with my submission.
“How do you feel about your arms being tied with the ribbon?”
“I’d be willing to try it.”
“That’s my brave girl.” Using the long piece of ribbon, he secures my wrists to each other, but not so tightly that anything hurts. “I love you in red, sweetheart. I’m going to loop the ribbon over this hook on the bed. Is that okay?”