Page 65 of Blushing Bride

“You’re going to have to wait till tomorrow for me to strip you out of your dress for your fucking, naughty girl. It’s not going to happen tonight.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

My core cramped hard with arousal. Not knowing what to say, I spun on my heel and rushed out of the room.

I was tired of waiting.

Time and time again, he’d teased me with the promise of sex, and I was more than a little frustrated. I allowed the dress to slip off my body and pool down at my feet. I stepped out of it, hanging it back up so that it wasn’t wrinkled on the off chance that it happened to be the one I wore tomorrow at my very own wedding.

I sat down on the bed and sighed. My knees knocked together, and I chewed the inside of my cheek. I slumped forward, struggling to cope as every inch of my body simmered with heat. The white bustier suddenly felt too tight. Needing to escape the slight restraint, I lifted my hands to unclasp it, my fingers fumbling along the way.

I glared at the door as I tossed it aside. Even though I was only wearing a pair of panties now, it still felt like too much. I was so wet that when I pulled them down, I saw that my arousal had soaked through the seat of them. I threw them aside with the bustier. Tentatively, I reached up and pinched my nipples gently.

My clit practically roared with approval.

I leaned back and pressed one hand between my legs. I found that needy little bud, gathering my wetness with my fingertips and touching myself where I needed it the most.

If he wasn’t going to do it, I would.

Ryker cleared his throat in the doorway. I jerked my fingers away, startled.

“Would you like to know the dress I’m going to choose, naughty girl?” He cocked his head as I sat back up. My thighs drew together in an effort to hide my nakedness. I glanced down, only to see my glistening wetness all over my fingers and my inner thighs. My cheeks flushed with heat.

“Yes, sir,” I answered quickly. I wrapped my arms around my chest, hiding my breasts the best that I could. He didn’t say anything about how wicked it was for me to be touching myself, but it felt that way anyway.

Would he spank me for it? Then maybe would he fuck me after all?

He pulled the third one I’d worn off the rack.

“This one is positively gorgeous on you.”

The gown was beautifully designed. Several layers of mesh covered a nude slip, giving the illusion that the dress was sheer. The very top layer was intricately embroidered with flowers, sweeping down to the floor like each petal was caught up in the wind. The sweetheart neckline showed off the shape of my breasts, while lacy off-shoulder sleeves draped down on my arms. Wearing it felt innocently indecent.

It was perfect.

To be honest, it would have been my first choice too if it had been up to me.

“You will wear this dress tomorrow,” he stated. “Now, little girl, I told you that you needed to wait till tomorrow for your fucking, didn’t I?”

His tone was much more serious than before. My stomach churned. With a nervous gulp, I nodded.

“Did you ask for permission to touch that needy little pussy?”

I shook my head, blushing so furiously that I thought my face might catch fire. My mouth went dry as his hands dropped to his belt. I fidgeted, remembering how much it stung the last time he used it. He said nothing as he unbuckled it. Unhurriedly, he slid it from his slacks. The worn black leather swished against the fabric and swung easily by his side once it was free.

He moved to the side of the bed.

“Lie down on the bed. Put your head on the pillow and your arms over your head.”

My clit pulsed.

“Ryker, I didn’t mean…” I began.

“Shhh. Come here, my naughty girl.”

I chewed the inside of my cheek, staring back at him for a long moment. I glanced down at the belt. He held out his free hand and I took it with much hesitation. Gently, he guided me down on my back.

“Are you going to use the belt?” I asked worriedly, unable to stop myself. This didn’t feel like the punishment switching in the woods, but I still felt nervous anyway.

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