“Uh-oh,” Pearl said, and bit her lower lip, batting her eyes. A move guaranteed to drive Julian crazy.
They let their heads oscillate rearward to Marly still standing in the shade of the golf cart, regarding them speculatively, mouth swished to one side. Slowly her hand came up, and she wagged a finger at them once. “Oh... this is sex stuff.”
Pearl nodded. “Yeah, this is sex stuff.”
Marly shrugged, reached into the cart and retrieved her cocktail, took a swig. “Okay, see you in a bit.”
* * *
Up into the master bedroom, he led Pearl holding one of her slender pale arms twisted behind her back. He shoved her ahead, and she whirled on him, chuckling, flashing a defiant smile as the skirt of her light and floral summer dress twirled and he got a glimpse of her naked thighs.
He said, “Knocked a fender off my cart, did you?”
“What are you going to do about it, Daddy?” She did that thing he hated and loved at the same time: swinging her hips in circles, feet planted, tucking her chin down in the pose of the naughty little girl. It was female defiance manifested, and it drove him crazy.
“Stop it,” he warned her.
She let out an exasperated exhale, turned and walked deeper into their bedroom, her beautiful figure a dark silhouette against the window wall view: brilliant blue sky, sparkling Caribbean Sea, the breeze-swaying tops of royal palms. She grasped the hand-carved foot-post of their four-poster bed and swung her weight from it, regarding him coolly.
Sometimes her aloofness wound a coil in his heart so tight that his lust for discipline and his incredible love for her became one. At times like that he was consumed by Pearl Armbruster and praised the unfortunate yet fortunate day her uncle passed away and bequeathed to his virgin niece a camera with which this petulant flower would use to take a naked picture of a billionaire secretly plotting a political overthrow. How else would his path ever have crossed such a hidden and valuable thing? A veritable pearl.
He strolled toward her, feeling the weight of his arousal pressing out the front of his trousers. Pearl eyed it. He said, “You and your charming friend Marly can plan the wedding all weekend, but first things first.”
She let the post go and closed the distance between them, slinking against him and palming the fly of his pants. She purred, “Look how bad I’ve been. I’ve gone and made big Mr. Johnson very angry.”
“I hate it when you don’t take this seriously.”
She smiled, looked up at him. “Hate’s a strong word. And maybe I hate it when you don’t take this seriously.”
“I don’t take this seriously? I don’t?”
“You’re going a little easy these days, baby.”
He chuckled, looked deep in her beautiful eyes, and sure enough, there was such deep love there he could figure there was truth in her words. “Am I too easy on you?”
“You’re going to create a monster.” She bit her lower lip, smiling so wide her lip couldn’t be held anymore, then her hand dipped between them and gripped his erection through his pant leg. “Speaking of monsters...”
“You have a one-track mind,” he said, and pushed her back.
She twirled once, then faced him again, assuming now a more submissive pose: hands together and fingers interlaced at her crotch, feet and knees also together, chin tucked down, eyes peering up below her brows. She’d even pouted her lower lip.
He laughed and shook his head, eyes swelling with honest and pure emotion for this perfect creature. All around her, his life had been transformed, evidenced right now in their own bedroom. All his masculine bedding and medieval era artwork gone and replaced by Pearl’s whims: florals, bright happy colors, original art she was buying from local galleries in the surrounding islands; also photos of her family; a picture of her mom, and maybe the toughest Armbruster woman of them all... a framed sepia-toned photo of a grim-faced woman in a farm dress and holding a double-barreled shotgun. Great-grandma Armbruster.
He grumbled and approached her, took her chin and raised her face toward his. Their eyes met and held. He said, “I’ve never loved a thing on this earth more than I love you, Pearl.”
She blinked and her lips wriggled, affected by his words. She sniffled, wiggled her nose, trying not to let his mushy words ruin her desire for discipline. She cleared her throat, said, “Does that mean I’m off the hook?”
“For driving recklessly? No, you’re not off the hook.”
She licked her lips. “Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”
He made a low sound of villainy. “I’m going to stripe that perfect ass of yours... then I’m going to fuck it. Fuck it so hard you’ll have trouble sitting with your friend at dinner tonight.”
“You gonna come in it?”
Her lewdness shocked him, and his cock surged. “Damn it, Pearl,” he chastised her. Her sassy mouth riled him in ways he couldn’t even describe—drove him sometimes to torment. She was everything he wanted in life.
“Well, are you?”
“You’re going to leave my mess wherever you sit.”
“Okay, Daddy, I’m ready to learn my lesson,” she said, worming away from him, climbing up on their bed on all fours, shooting a coy look over her shoulder and tossing that ginger mane of hair. One hand came back, and she slowly raised her dress’s skirt and revealed her bent over rump. No panties, perfect white ass. His hand marks were printed on her cheeks in fading red.
“I’m going to take this seriously,” he warned her.
“I have to learn my lesson,” she said.
“Show me that hole,” he said, nodding his chin at her ass.
“Okay, Daddy,” she whispered, put her cheek on the bed and reached back with both hands, pulled open her bottom and exposed her little pink butthole, a tiny star above the wriggled pucker of her perfect pussy.
An animal sound grumbled in his chest, and he gritted his teeth and flexed his jaw.
“Enough talking,” Pearl said, “time to show me what kind of man I agreed to marry...”
Hands at his waist, he unbuckled the thin strap of a leather belt he wore on his summer linen pants and snapped it free from its loops. Pearl squealed and bit her lower lip, wagged her bottom at him. Now he unzipped, pulled from his fly the turgid equipment of the man she agreed to marry. Pearl’s eyes warmed from defiance to lust and she uttered a low soft groan of sexual anticipation.
It was the path he loved to see her on, loved to see her slide from feisty Pearl to sex-hungry and submissive Pearl. His cock throbbed for her. Pearl stilled her swaying bottom, ready for his discipline, and he raised his belt.
The End
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