“I told you I was sorry,” I whispered back. “Natira told me that she was going to tell you.”
“You’re my wife,” Modric said. “You shouldn’t disobey me. You’ll be properly punished later tonight.”
Properly punished? I wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. I guess only time would tell.
After our meal was over, the wedding ceremony between Natira and King Ryu was set to begin. Natira and I had gone to another room to touch up her hair and makeup.
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” I asked her. I knew the answer, but I felt like I needed to ask.
“I’m very confident in my decision, Freya,” she responded, applying more lipstick. “More confident than anything I’ve experienced before.”
Her words reassured me. Plus, it was not my place to tell her if her decision was wrong or right. Modric had already made his thoughts very clear. Despite being married to him, I wanted to support Natira as a friend and a sister-in-law.
Their marriage ceremony was very similar to mine and Modric’s. Short, sweet, and relatively uneventful. However, they kissed at the end of theirs. A lot.
Modric put his arm around my shoulders as the ceremony finished.
“King Ryu told me that he’s happy with the conditions on Hallon,” he whispered to me. “It’s time for us to go.”
I looked up at him and stuck out my lower lip.
“Are you sure?” I asked. “Are you ready to leave Natira?”
He shook his head.
“No,” he said. “But I know my sister. She’s made up her mind. Once her mind is made up, She’s done. It’s time for us to go, Freya.”
I sighed, knowing that his mind was made up as well. We would be leaving Hallon and the girls immediately.
We began to say goodbye to our friends. I started with the four girls. After King Ryu had promised to take good care of them, their moods had changed drastically, and for the better.
“Please come visit us,” Nellie wrapped her arms around and embraced me in a long hug.
“We will,” I said. “I promise, especially with my sister-in-law here now.”
“Freya,” Modric interrupted us. “I know you could stay here all night, but it’s time to go.”
He was very anxious to get back to Athim to spread the word about the alliance with the Hallons. He was also excited to debut me as his bride. While I was also anxious to leave Hallon, the words “properly punished” still lingered in my mind. However, I didn’t have much time to think about it, as Natira came up to me.
“Are you sure you want to stay?” I cried, hugging her. I would miss her massively. She began to cry, too. It was a side of Natira I never thought I would see.
“I do,” she said, wiping the tears from her cheeks. “I really do. I told you, King Ryu makes me feel things that I never felt before. I never thought I’d be interested in men, but he makes my heart go crazy.”
“I’m happy for you,” I said, nearly choking on my tears.
“I will miss you, Freya,” she said. “You opened my mind and my heart to a million things. I’m so very grateful for our friendship. I don’t think I would be making this choice if it wasn’t for you.”
I stepped back from our embrace.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re so strong, Freya,” she explained. “You’ve completely transformed from the girl we picked up at Dulles. Just watching how you’ve come into your own has made me want to grow as a person. I love you, Freya.”
“I love you, too,” I cried, hugging her again. Modric disturbed our cry fest.
“Jesus, you two are so fucking dramatic,” he said. “We’ll be back. Natira will come to visit Athim. Stop this nonsense immediately.”
He rolled his eyes as Natira and I laughed through our tears. He was right, although it came across in very unsympathetic way. Typical Modric.
“I will see you later,” I kissed Natira on the cheek.
“I will take good care of her, Modric,” King Ryu said, shaking Modric’s hand. He turned and embraced me in a hug.
King Ryu and Natira escorted us back outside. While the crowd had dissipated, there were still a few stragglers.
“We love Athims!” One of them shouted.
“Thank you for your help!” Another one shouted. I waved to them. Modric took my hand and led me up the staircase.
Once we were on the ship, I went to the bedroom to change into my pajamas for bed. Modric said that he would join me as soon as he confirmed the flight plan with the crew. We were finally heading home.
I went into my closet to grab some clothing. Instead of grabbing my basic pajamas, I headed over to the lingerie drawer. I knew Modric was still upset with me, and I was desperate to make it up to him. I figured the hotter I looked, the better the apology would come across.
I opened the drawer, pondering what to wear next. The standard thigh-highs were always a great option, but I wanted more for tonight. I had been bad. I kept a secret from my husband. I moved some things around until I finally found it. The perfect apology outfit.
I shimmied out of my dress and removed my bra and panties. I clutched the black one piece that I had selected and began to put it on. The top barely covered my round breasts. There were three strings on each side that came off the top and cascaded down my stomach until they attached to the bottom. The bottom consisted of very little fabric, just a patch in the front and a string in the back.
I turned and looked in the mirror. I looked damn good. Turning around, I smacked my own ass.
“Go get ‘em, girl,” I said.
Chapter 20
As soon as I situated myself I under the covers, Modric walked into the bedroom. I nervously bit my lip as he closed the door behind him.
“Well, you look like the cat that just ate the canary,” he said, kicking off his boots. “Did I use that saying correctly?”
I laughed.
“You did, but I have no clue what you’re talking about.” I smiled, pulling the covers up further. My entire body from the chin down was now covered.
“What do you have hidden under there?” He sauntered over to the side of the bed. Without another word, he flung the covers off my body, revealing my sexy outfit. His eyes nearly popped out of his head.
“Goddamn,” he said under his breath. “Wait... I’m still supposed to be mad at you.”
He walked away from the bed and into my closet.
“What are you doing, Modric?” I called out. I was very confused. There was no reason for him to go into the closet. I called his name again, but there was still no response.
He emerged with my white robe and threw it at me.
“Put this on,” he said. “I’m taking you to another room.”
I was still extremely confused, but did as I was told. I wrapped the fluffy robe around myself and we left the room. We walked down the hallway and to a room in the ship I never entered before. To be honest, I’d never noticed it before.
The door was very narrow and almost hidden in the wall. I also noticed that the door had far more security than any other on the ship. Instead of a simple fingerprint, Modric had to open the door with a full-face scan. The door slid open, but Modric didn’t turn on the lights. Once he closed the door, I heard him shut several locks.
“Where are we?” I asked. He flicked on the lights.
The dim lights slowly started to turn on, revealing a single bed in the center of the room. The walls were covered with bondage toys and sex gear. As we got closer to the bed, I noticed there were ankle and wrist restraints.
“What is this?” I gasped, taking one of the restraints in my hand. I had seen them in movies before, but never up close. Was he planning on tying me up?
“You were bad,” he said. “You kept a secret from me. A very important secret. I told you that you’d be punished.”
He slipped the robe off me and pushed me back on the bed.
“Put your wrists up there,” he said, signaling to
wards the wrist restraints. I did as I was told. He walked to one side of the bed, tightening the restraint around my wrist, and then did the same on the other side.
“Ankles next,” he said. I spread my legs, positioning them so he could put the cuffs around my ankles. He clicked them on and walked away from the bed. He turned back to look at me.
“I like this look a lot,” he said, as he walked towards one of the walls. I had to admit that I enjoyed the way the restraints felt against my skin. He grabbed a feather tickler off the wall.
Walking over to the side of the bed, he placed the tip of the tickler on my shoulder, slowly dragging it down to my breasts. It was a sensual feeling, one that both tickled and turned me on. The tickler put my body on full alert. He worked it further and further down my body. He then stopped and examined the tickler in his hand.
“I feel like this is not enough of a punishment,” he said to himself. He placed the tickler on the side table and returned to the large wall of goodies. He grabbed a leather crop and brought it back.
“This is better,” he said, dragging the tip of the leather crop from my breasts to my pelvic bone. The movement caused my back to arch off the bed.
“I’ve changed my mind,” Modric said, putting the crop on the bed next to me. He began to take the restraints from my hands. Would I not be punished after all?
“Am I off the hook?” I asked, rubbing my free wrists. He laughed and shook his head.
“I’ve changed my mind about the position, but not about the punishment,” he said. “Believe me, you’ll still be punished.”
He flipped my body over and instructed me to get on my hands and knees. He grabbed my wrist, placing it in the restraint again. He tied my other wrist as well, but left my legs free this time.
“Put your ass up in the air now,” he demanded. As soon as I followed orders, I was delivered a swift whip from the leather crop across my naked ass cheeks.
“Are you sorry for keeping Natira’s secret?” he asked, delivering another blow. Although painful, the pleasure that followed was secretly worth it.
“I am,” I cried out. “I’m so sorry, Modric. I’ll never keep a secret from you again.” Although I might just, if I got this kind of reaction from him.
He whipped me again. Then he inserted a finger deep into my core and quickly pulled it out.
“You’re a naughty little girl,” he finally said. “You like this, don’t you? You must, because you’re absolutely soaking wet.”
He positioned himself behind me and entered me in one forceful push. He pumped his cock deep once, then twice, and then removed it. I whimpered. It felt so good inside me. I needed more.
“Modric, please,” I begged. Not sure if I was begging him to stop or to continue.
He got off the bed and removed my wrists from the restraints once again. Modric flipped me over and got on top of me. Leaning down, his lips met mine. He pulled away from the kiss as he spread my legs. His large cock found its way inside me again and I moaned.
“That was just a preview of what happens when you disobey me,” he said as he fucked me. I wrapped my legs around his back, forcing him to drive deeper inside of me. He went deeper and faster as he grabbed each of my breasts with his hands. My orgasm quickly built with each pump. As soon as I felt him orgasm inside, I was done.
“Fuck!” I screamed out as waves of pleasure ran from my head to my toes. I closed my eyes and ran my hands through my hair. He rolled off me and laid next to me on the bed.
“I may be naughty more often,” I admitted. His hand found mine.
“You liked that, did you?” he said. “I kept this room a secret from you. I wasn’t sure how you would react to this lifestyle.”
“It’s different for sure,” I said, closing my eyes.
We lay quietly for a few minutes, both of us desperate to regain our regular breathing patterns. Our hands entwined.
After we were finished, Modric got off the bed and picked up my robe.
“Do you like baths?” he asked, putting the crop away. I sat up on the bed.
“I love baths,” I responded. It had been a while since I had one, but it had been one of my favorite things to do in the White House.
“Let me prepare you one,” he said.
Shortly after, I found myself in a gigantic bubble bath with him. He was no longer my master, but my equal. He had obtained a bottle of white wine and chocolate covered strawberries. The perfect post-orgasm snack.
“To relaxing.” He clinked his wine glass against mine. I leaned back against the side of the tub and closed my eyes.
“Wiped out?” he asked. I nodded, my eyes still closed.
“Mentally and physically. I had no idea that room existed,” I admitted. Modric sipped more of his wine.
“I know you brought it up before, but you didn’t go into any details. What are your thoughts about that room? I probably should have slowly introduced you to it.”
“I was actually surprised by my reaction to it,” I confessed, opening my eyes and looking at him. “I quite like it when you’re in control.”
He smiled, massaging my calves with his strong hands.
“I like it, too.” He winked at me. “Can I ask you something?”
“Sure, anything,” I said, enjoying the slight wine buzz I’d already acquired.
“Are you OK with everything here?” he asked. “I know none of this was your choice. It wasn’t fair to you, but I wanted you so bad, Freya. From the moment I saw your picture, I fell in love. I never meant to make you angry or upset.”
“I know,” I said. “It took me a while to realize that. It was just so hard at first, being traded by my father. I had my entire life turned upside down in a matter of hours. I barely had enough time to say goodbye to those close to me.”
Despite how mine and Modric’s relationship had evolved, there was no denying that it was very difficult in the beginning. I thought back to the dinners we ate in near silence, and the nights we slept next to each other, but did not touch.
“Do you think that you would you like to go back?” Modric asked. “We can swing back by Earth on the way to Athim. You can go back if you would like. I don’t want to keep you here like a prisoner. I want you to be here by choice. I can take you back. I’ll even let your father keep the resources that I gave him. I just want you to be happy, Freya.”
I sat up in the tub, setting my wine glass on the side of the tub.
“Modric,” I said, looking him straight in the eyes. “I’m your wife, not a prisoner. I’ve grown to love my life here. I want to be here. I want to be with you. I no longer feel like I’m as here as a trade. I’m here by choice,” I reassured him.
He reached across the bath and placed his hand on my cheek.
“I love you, Freya,” he said. I didn’t have to think twice before returning the words.
“I love you, too,” I said, kissing him delicately. I loved feeling his lips against mine. Sometimes just kissing him felt better than the sex we had.
“Seriously,” I continued, “I have no desire to go back to Earth right now. Someday, perhaps, but the last thing I want to see right now is my asshole father. I truly want to go to Athim. I want to meet the rest of your family. I want to start a family with you.”
His face lit up like a Christmas tree when I mentioned the last part. It made him more handsome than ever.
“Really?” he asked. “You want to have a family with me?”
I nodded.
“Eventually,” I said. “I know we still have a couple of days before we arrive to Athim, but we can practice making a baby on the way there.”
I moved over to Modric and snuggled my way into his lap. I leaned my head against his chest and closed my eyes.
Modric was now wide awake. Excited he began talking about Athim and how he would introduce me to everyone. I started to drift when he mentioned teaching me how the ship worked. While I was truly interested, my body and soul desperately needed to sleep. The mix of wine, se
x, and a warm bath me craving our bed.
Eventually, we made our way out of the bath, into warm pajamas, and back into our gigantic bed. We cuddled in the bed, the smell of bubble bath lingering on our skin, and the taste of wine remaining in our mouths.
“Goodnight, Princess,” Modric whispered to me, kissing my forehead. I closed my eyes with a smile on my face. For the first time in a while, I felt completely safe and happy. There was no place in the universe that I would rather be, than in this bed with my Athim Prince.
Chapter 21
I woke up the next morning in Modric’s arms. I slept throughout the night and surprisingly woke up without a headache or a hangover. Modric was already up before me, as usual.
“You’re simply amazing,” he said. I laughed.
“Well, good morning to you, too,” I said.
“I mean that, Freya,” he said. “You really are. I’m so happy with you.”
“I’m happy with you, too,” I told Modric. I truly meant it. Despite being forced into where I was, I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
“What are you going to do with all of your free time, now that Natira isn’t here?” Modric asked me. I shrugged. To be honest, I hadn’t even thought about Natira or the other girls.
“Oh, I’m sure that we’ll find something to fill the time with.” I winked at him.
The journey to Athim went surprisingly quick. Modric and I were able to spend more one-on-one time together, learning about each other’s pasts and about each other’s bodies. We visited the “naughty” room more times than I could count.
“You know, I can get one of these in our palace,” Modric teased one night.
“I’d actually like that,” I said.
It finally came time to land on Athim and meet Modric’s father. I had learned that his mother had died when he was a baby. His father never remarried, for Athim men only marry once. This also made me happy. Modric would never have another wife. It would only be me.
“I’m a little nervous to meet your father,” I confessed. It was the morning before we were to land on Athim. I had grown so attached to Modric, and was afraid that his father wouldn’t think highly of me. I know that he never approved of Idira. Would he approve of me?
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