The room was dark, the bed sheets cool as Sandra rolled over, finding and cuddling the empty pillow beside her. She reluctantly sat up, glancing at the clock on the bedside table. The red letters were dim but read two forty-one. She frowned slightly, looking around the darkness. Somehow, the sensation of not having Creighton next to her had filtered into her dreams, and she knew his absence had woken her even before she felt the emptiness beside her. It was as though some unknown force linked them, a tie that bound them together as tightly as his cuffs had held her to his bed.Sandra looked around at the shadows of furniture to the light that shone softly beneath the door, adjoining the bedroom to his office. She slipped out of bed, pulled on the thick blue robe he gave her after they cleaned up from their last love making session, and softly padded across the floor. She stood outside the room, listening to the soft voice behind the door, and knew he was speaking Italian. Nobody was t
“Aren’t you afraid of someone coming in?” she gasped, listening to his deep chuckle.“Nobody comes in here without my permission.”“I came in.”“You have my permission to go anywhere and do anything you like on this yacht. As my wife, everything I own will be half yours.” He carefully cupped her breasts in his warm hands, smiling seductively at her as they spoke.“Shouldn’t we have a prenuptial agreement?”“No,” he said firmly, looking back into her eyes. “If you leave me, you take everything I have of worth. You will take my heart and my soul, anything less than that is of no importance to me.” Sandra was taken by surprise at the intense expression in his eyes and found herself mesmerized by the dark depths. “I love you, Sandra. I have since I first laid eyes on you. Someday you’ll understand just how deeply my feelings for you run.”“Have you always been a romantic?” she asked with an amused smile. He leaned closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers, brushing her lips very briefly
“That’s more than one memory for your boring meetings,” she teased, watching the brief glint of passion cross his eyes as he slapped his hand against her bottom, smiling brightly at the soft screech she supplied for his act.“Come,” he ordered lifting her to a sitting position. “Bedtime. I think we could both do with a bit of sleep.” Sandra giggled as she stood up, reaching for her robe, but not fast enough. Creighton snatched it out of her reach and shook his head.“I want you to remain naked. It will help with waking you up in a few hours.”“I don’t think I’m tired,” she said honestly.“No? Well, I suppose we can play some more if you’d like. I’m sure we can find a lot more to keep ourselves occupied until we pass out from exhaustion.”“Could I restrain you?” she asked him in a burst of courage, causing him to look at her in surprise.“Only if you think you can use the cuffs?” She smiled as they walked into the adjoining bedroom. Sandra hurried to the dresser where he had moved th
“Is that too hard?” she asked, and he smiled.“No, it’s fine. Actually, it’s quite exciting.” She suddenly felt braver and flicked the crop against the side of his hips, and up his ribcage, across his firm muscular stomach. He moaned and gasped as she caressed it across the dark nipples hiding beneath the spattering of hair. Biting her lip again to gain courage, she gently flicked his chest, striking the crop against one small erect nipple. Creighton moaned, rolling his head back when she did it again. She laughed at his reaction, knowing exactly what he was feeling. The tip of the crop moved slowly up as she caressed his sternum, and back down to his navel, stopping just above the head of his penis, pulsating against his stomach.“Try it,” he told her as if reading her mind. She gently flicked the crop against the side of his erection, and he groaned.“I’m sorry,” she said softly, afraid she had hurt him, until he shook his head.“Don’t stop,” he whispered in a deep husky tone, his
Somehow, just that simple sentence did things to her insides, and she stopped tormenting him with her mouth, crawling up to straddle his hips. She gently slid the tip of him into her, moaning as he pressed further up, his hips rising to meet her. Sandra hadn’t realized how wet she had become with the teasing as the heat of the gel and the firmness of his penis filled her. Sitting down across him, she began gyrating her hips, taking him into her deeper, causing her to moan nearly as loud as he did. Leaning back, she braced herself against his legs as she had earlier, riding him like a horse. His penis hardened, growing firmer inside her. She knew it was only a matter of seconds before they both exploded, and she felt the sudden urge to experience it together. Moving her hips up and down across him, she began to stroke him with her body, until she was dizzy.“Touch yourself,” he ordered in a soft growl. “Play with your clit, my love. Make yourself cum on me.” Sandra didn’t hesitate, s
Sandra sat next to Creighton in a late model black Mercedes-Benz SLS AMG Roadster convertible. The soft sounds of Kenny G echoed from the speakers, the warm sun shone through the open roof against her face and shoulders. Her hair hung loose, blowing freely in the breeze from the drive, the sights serene and breathtaking. The yacht had anchored in Nice where Creighton met with a delivery boy who brought the car to him. They drove along the middle coast road, he told her was known as Moyenne Corniche, or Highway 7, passing through Ezevillage and Grande Corniche. Creighton told her they would stop in Fontvieille for lunch before going into Monaco to meet with his sister’s seamstress. Sandra felt relaxed and happier than she ever remembered feeling. France was a marvelous place and she could easily envision herself coming back here. “What are you thinking?” he asked her over the sounds of the saxophone from the stereo and the wind from the drive.“I was thinking about how beautiful Fr
Two hours had passed before Sandra felt comfortable enough to think about the world around her. She had eaten her lunch in a daze, while Creighton ordered champagne to be shared with the restaurant’s customers and staff. She barely noticed the people who congratulated them, offering them their wishes for the future, or the way those nearest them hugged her and patted Creighton on the back.Once their lunch was eaten, Creighton walked her to the car and kissed her briefly before closing the door behind her. He climbed into the driver’s seat and easily pulled the car out onto the street. She sat staring at the ring, amazed at how beautiful it was and rather old fashioned in design. It fit like a glove and she couldn’t help but smile happily. “Do you like it?” he asked her from across the seat. Sandra looked up to him feeling slightly giddy.“It’s so beautiful,” she whispered, leaning her head against his shoulder. “But don’t you think we’re rushing things a bit?”“No, I don’t. My paren
Sandra found herself standing on top of a small stool, a pair of white shoes poking out from beneath it, so the gown was extended to its full length. The train was draped around the small platform in front of the mirrors, that had been covered with thick black cloth, to prevent reflection from the camera’s flash. She had yet to see how she looked, other than from her own perspective, but assumed it would be wonderful just from everyone’s expression. The veil was a wreath of white silk flowers and rhinestones with a long lace trail that hung down to her hips. It was slipped carefully over the bun that Marie had pinned her hair in, and a pair of pearl earrings and matching necklace had been used to complete the picture. Marie told Creighton there were gloves, but she would rather Sandra hold them with the bouquet as not to hide the beautiful ring she wore.The pictures took another forty-five minutes to complete, and by the time she was allowed to step down from the stool, Sandra found