by Force, Marie
“Perhaps one of the things I was meant to do with my newfound celebrity is bring attention to the strength and resilience of sexual assault survivors. My story is proof that it doesn’t have to ruin a life or define it.”
“Nat…” My voice is little more than a whisper. “I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again and again, your courage is awe-inspiring. It would be such an honor for us to tell your story. We’d give it our very best. I promise.”
She tugs on my bow tie, untying it. “What part would you play?”
“I’d have to play myself, the dashing hero whose life is saved by the feisty heroine who showed him what really matters.”
Her laughter fills my soul. “The dashing hero, huh?”
“I did have to dash after you to keep you from getting away.”
“That’s true.” She gives me a sly, sexy look that makes me instantly hard. “Of course, some parts of our story will have to remain private.”
“Of course.”
“My husband is a very public figure who wouldn’t appreciate me selling his secrets to Hollywood.”
“No, he wouldn’t. Those secrets are only for you.” I kiss her then, the way I’ve been dying to for hours now. Her arms encircle my neck, and she gives herself up to me with the sweet submission that makes me so fucking hot every time. She doesn’t even know she’s doing it. That’s the best part. She gives me everything I need without me having to tell her how.
In deference to my dad’s driver, who’s worked for my family for decades, I withdraw from the kiss gradually and regretfully. We’ll have plenty of time to pick up where we left off.
Natalie glances out the window. “Where’re we going?”
“Not home.”
“I see that. More surprises?”
“Maybe…”
“You’re not going to tell me?”
“What fun would that be?”
“I didn’t bring anything with me.”
“You don’t need anything.”
“I need a toothbrush.”
Smiling, I kiss her again and then once again because once wasn’t enough. “Your every need shall be seen to, my love. Don’t worry about a thing.”
“As long as I’m able to make my foundation board meeting on Tuesday, I’m all yours.”
“Um, yeah, about that…”
“What about it?”
“I moved it to next Tuesday.”
“Flynn! You can’t just move my meetings around without telling me.”
“I can if I want to surprise you with the honeymoon I’ve been promising for weeks now.” Before my eyes, the head of steam that had been building in her seems to dissipate. “Am I forgiven?”
“Depends on where we’re going.”
“You’ll see soon enough.”
“I’ll let you know if you’re forgiven when I see where we’re going.” She tugs on my tie again. “After this, no more surprises. We’ve got to get back to a normal life. We’ve been self-indulgent sloths for weeks now. I need to be productive.”
“You’ve been very productive, sweetheart.”
“Flynn! You know what I mean.”
“Yes,” I say, endlessly amused by her, “I know what you mean, and I need to get back to reality, too. If I weren’t self-employed, I would’ve been fired by now. But we’re taking this week for ourselves first. We’re newlyweds. We deserve a honeymoon.”
“Most people would say that more than a week at a Malibu beach house followed by days and days by a pool in the Hollywood Hills would count as a honeymoon.”
“We’re not most people, and I can do better.”
She lays her head on my shoulder.
“You’re not mad, are you?”
“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 pussy 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 v
ery 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?”
It’s the first time she has initiated play, and it does something to me to see her on her knees in front of me, wearing the pretty dress she changed into before we left my parents’ house and offering to service me. She’s like every wet-dream fantasy I’ve ever had come to life in one perfect woman. How I ever got so lucky to find her is something I will think about every day for the rest of my life.
“Free me from my pants.” My voice is nowhere near as firm or as steady as I’d like it to be. But it doesn’t have to be with her. She has no expectations, no preconceived notions of what a Dom should sound like. I can be anyone I wish to be with her, and it will never be wrong.
Natalie keeps her head down as she goes to work on the fasteners on my pants. Before she can remove them, I withdraw the vibrator controller from my pocket and curl it into my hand. The drag of the zipper over my cock has me fighting for control, and she hasn’t even touched me yet. She reaches around me, grasping my pants and boxers, and gives a tug.
I lift to help her remove them.
She unbuttons my shirt and pushes it aside, hovering over me for a breathless moment. “You are so beautifully put together.”
“As are you.” I curl my finger around a long lock of her hair. “I wouldn’t change a single thing.”
“Neither would I.”
“I want you naked.” Natalie dutifully stands and presents her back to me so I can unzip her dress, which falls into a pool around her feet, leaving her bare except for the crystal panties, a garter belt and thigh-high hose. She picks up the dress and drapes it over the other chair before returning to her position between my legs.
She drops her head to my chest and kisses and licks and nibbles a path down the front of me. By the time she wraps her hand around the base of my cock, I’m leaking copiously. She sticks out her tongue and cleans me up, making me gasp from the aching pleasure. I could tell her to take me in her mouth. I could make her suck me and stroke me, but I wait to see what she’ll do on her own.
And she doesn’t disappoint. With her hand moving around the wide base, she opens her mouth and takes me in, sucking and licking as she goes. Before she makes me forget, I turn on the vibe while hoping she doesn’t lose track of what she’s doing and bite me. Thankfully, she doesn’t do that, but she does lose her rhythm for a second and looks up at me with an arresting expression in her eyes. She’s gotten good at this in the weeks we’ve spent together, learning how to open her throat to allow me to go deep. She knows just where to lick and how to stroke and when to suck, but I’ve yet to come in her mouth. That’s not something I would just do.
“Nat… Sweetheart…” I tug on her hair, hard enough to get her attention but not hard enough to cause pain. “I’m going to come. Sweetheart…”
Rather than release me the way she normally does, she doubles down, practically swallowing me into the tight spasm of her throat. Fucking hell… I hold off for as long as I can, giving her time to change her mind, but then she presses her fingers to the back of my balls, and I detonate.
She swallows every drop, bringing me down slowly and gently. It is, without any doubt, the most intense blowjob of my life.
My dick pops out of her mouth, and she leans her forehead against my abdomen, both of us breathing hard.
“Was that okay?”
“Nat, Christ, it was the best I’ve ever had.”
Propping her chin on my belly, she looks up at me. “Yeah?”
“Oh yeah. Come up here.”
Straddling my hips, she crawls up my chest and into my arms. I cuddle her in close to me, needing the contact, the scent, the essence of her. The buzz of the vibe in her panties has my cock stirring back to life.
“Are you going to turn this thing off?” she asks after a quiet moment.
“Not until you come.”
“How do you want me?”
“Sit up and move against me.” I guide her into position, my hands on her hips, her hands flat against my chest. “That’s it, sweetheart, now move however you need to. Take what you need.” I’ve never recovered as quickly as I do with her, especially when she’s writhing on top of me, her entire body flushed with heat, her nipples high and tight, her lips parted and her eyes closed. She’s a fucking goddess, and she’s all mine. “Give into it, love. Let it happen.”
Her entire body goes rigid in the seconds before she comes, biting her lip to hold back her cries of pleasure. I can’t wait to be completely alone with her in Mexico so I can hear those cries over and over again.
She sags into my arms, and I toss a blanket over her back. I hold her for the rest of the flight. I feel myself relaxing in a way I seldom have before. I can’t wait to focus on nothing but my beautiful, sexy wife for the next six days. I plan to give her a honeymoon that neither of us will ever forget.
Flynn’s home in Cabo San Lucas is breathtaking. Situated high on a hill that looks down over crystal-blue water, it’s all terracotta tiles with white paint and colorful pottery. I absolutely love it at first sight. The rooms are big and airy, the furniture designed for comfort and relaxation.
“What do you think?” he asks after showing me around.
“It’s fabulous. I can see why you love it so much.”
He slides his arms around me from behind. “We’re completely alone here.”
“What about security?”
“None, other than the gates that surround the place. Hardly anyone except my family and closest friends even know I have this place. It’s where I go when I truly want to run away from it all.” He tugs on the zipper to my dress as he drops hot, openmouthed kisses on my neck. “Since we’re completely alone and the house is fully stocked with everything we’ll need, it’s probably a good time to tell you this will be an entirely naked honeymoon.”
I’ve been so caught up in what he’s doing to my neck that his words take a second to register. “Wait. What did you say?”
“You heard me. Six full days. No clothes allowed.”
“By no clothes, you mean—”
With the zipper fully open, he runs his finger down my side, over my ribs, stopping at my hip. “No. Clothes. I want to see you and only you the whole time we’re here.”
The thought of it has my entire body zinging with sensation. My heart is beating faster, and my skin suddenly feels tight and constricted. “We can’t loll around in the nude for six full days.”
“You don’t think so?”
“If that’s what you want, why did you pack a bag?”
“I’m glad you asked. Once you remove your dress and everything you’re wearing under it, you can unpack our bag and put everything on the bed. I’ll be in shortly.”
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.”