Victorious (36 page)

I stand there for a second, feeling frozen in place.
 

“Natalie?” He tucks my hair behind my ear. “You know how to say no, sweetheart.”

His softly spoken words remind me of the rules of our game and the power I have in a single word that can stop everything. I don’t want to stop this. I want to have this experience with him, to see what he has planned for us, to enjoy every second of the time we have alone together.
 

Our lives will be busy and complicated once we return to reality. To have this slice of time completely alone where we’re able to explore our every desire is exciting, even if the thought of six full days in the nude is disconcerting. Before him, I didn’t like to be naked in the shower, a thought that makes me smile as I pick up the duffel bag and head for the bedroom.

When he showed me the room, he opened the doors to a deck. A warm breeze billows into the room, making the gauzy white curtains flutter. The ceiling fan is made of bamboo and palm fronds, and the bed is a huge four-poster with white linens. I place the bag on the bed, and after I remove the dress that is barely clinging to my shoulders, I unzip the bag.
 

He hasn’t brought a single stitch of clothing for either of us, but he has brought a large selection of toys, which I remove one by one. I find an assortment of dildos in various shapes and sizes, rubber plugs, a flogger, a paddle, progressively larger rubber balls on a string, a curved item with two heads, a thick rubber ring, a large bottle of lubricant, silk scarves, a box of condoms, long pieces of Velcro, a length of red satin ribbon, a chain with clamps at either end of it and another chain with a third clamp, three glass plugs in increasingly larger sizes and several scented candles.
 

I line up each item on the bed until they stretch from one end of the mattress to the other. My husband has clearly put a lot of thought and planning into this honeymoon I didn’t know we’d be taking. Anticipating his arrival and whatever else he has planned, I move quickly to remove my clothes. I hang my dress in the walk-in closet. It’s the only item in the huge closet, which makes me giggle. He’s made sure there are no other clothes to be found in the house.

When I step back into the bedroom, Flynn is standing in the doorway. He’s beautifully, gloriously naked and fully aroused. “What do you think of what I brought?”

“I was afraid we’d be bored with this all-naked-all-the-time business, but I see you thought of that possibility and planned ahead.”

His smile stretches across his face. “I did indeed.”

I eye the items on the bed with a feeling of trepidation that’s countered by overwhelming desire. “So what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. How about we eat and take a swim?”

And he loves to keep me deliciously off balance by revving me up and then making me wait.

“Am I expected to cook in the nude as well?”

“Of course not. There’s a lovely local woman who made us enough food to feed an army. All we have to do is heat and eat.”

“Mmm, locally made Mexican food?”

“Only the best for my wife.” He holds out a hand to me, and I cross the room to him. His arms slide around me, bringing me in tight against his body. “We’re going to have the best time. I promise.”

“I have no doubt.”

Chapter 19

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?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Close your eyes and try to relax.” I do as I’m told and feel him crawl up the bed until he’s between my legs. “I love you like this, Nat.”

“Like what, Sir?”

“Open and willing to try anything.”

“Anything once, twice if we like it.”

“That’s right. I want you to like it all so you’ll want to do it again.” He bends over me, kissing my belly and letting his soft stubble rub against the sensitive skin there. “Are you still sore from the other night?”

“No, Sir.”

“So anal is on our twice-if-we-like-it list?”

I lick my lips, which have suddenly gone dry. “Mmm, yes, Sir.”

“That’s good to know.” His mouth is now pressing into me above my pubic bone, making me want to arch into him. “Stay still, sweetheart. Nice and still.”

With my eyes closed, I can’t see where he’s going to kiss me next, which keeps me hovering on the edge of release, wondering if I could come from anticipation alone. I want to rub my legs together to ease the ache, but I’m not allowed to move.
 

I feel his stubble against the underside of my breast. “What are you thinking about?”

“How I could come, and you’ve barely touched me, Sir.”

“That’s all part of it, the waiting, the thinking, the expectation… It’s as much about the mental and the emotional as it is about the physical. You’re beginning to understand the connections.”

“
Yes
,” I say, gasping when his lips close around my nipple.

He sucks and tugs the way he did in the pool, focusing all his attention on that one turgid bit of skin until I wish I could pull his hair to make him stop. My hands roll into fists and my fingernails dig into my palms. I’m thinking about the word Fluff when my nipple pops free of his mouth. He soothes it with soft strokes of his tongue, over and over again, until I begin to float on a sea of pleasure that is abruptly interrupted by the fierce, stinging pain of the clamp.

It hurts. Holy shit, it hurts. A scream surges from my belly and gurgles in my throat before busting loose in one long stream of sound.
 

“Easy, sweetheart.” As he speaks, he strokes between my legs, pressing against my clit and giving me something to think about other than the pain. “It only stings for a minute. Take a deep breath. That’s it. Now another.” He kisses circles around the place where the clamp bites into my flesh. The initial blast of raw pain has subsided into a not-unpleasant thrum of sensation that comes in waves from my nipple and travels straight to my clit. “What’s your safe word, Nat?”