A/N Sorry I was MIA for so long. I was travelling and was without internet connection. From here on out, I will be posting regular updates.
Chapter 3
"Can you tell me where we are going?" I ask even though I know perfectly well that it is pointless.
He laughs and shakes his head. "Nope." he tells me popping the p. I am shocked at his juvenile behavior. I mean really We step into the elevator and he pushes the button to the parking garage in the basement. He stares at me the whole way down. It is as if there is something he wants to say, but he isn't willing to share it just yet. As the elevator opens we are met by Taylor who has the door to Mr. Grey's Audi SUV open. As I climb across the back I spot Taylor placing the picnic basket Gail packed in the back. I must admit. I was hoping for more clues to where we are headed. I am assuming a picnic lunch somewhere. Maybe a park. I know Mr. Grey loves to hike. We aren't exactly dressed for hiking though.
Taylor expertly drives the SUV out of the garage and onto the streets in Seattle navigating his way around the city towards the Sound. I watch as building and scenery zooms by. I am hit once again by insecurities. How am I supposed to behave? I know from conversations that Mr. Grey prefers to have his lifestyle remain a secret. If I act like the good little submissive girl in public, well, that would just look strange to folks not accustomed to it. But I am a contracted submissive. I haven't received instructions otherwise. I don't want to embarrass him and if I play this wrong, that is exactly what is going to happen. My anxiety starts to increase. I don't want to let him down. As my breathing picks up I feel him reach for my hand, trying to reassure me. I close my eyes and let the feeling of comfort he is trying to give me slowly ease my anxiousness. Surely he won't lead me into a situation to fail. His thumb rubs my palm slowly and I slow my breathing to match the sensation.
It isn't long before Taylor opens the door of the SUV in front of a long dock at a Marina. Mr. Grey is looking like a little boy at Christmas. He helps me out and then practically pulls me down the dock until we are standing in front of a beautiful yacht named The Grace.
"We are going sailing?" I am so excited. And relieved. The near panic attack in the car was completely unessessary. We aren't going in public. I shake my head at how silly I can be. "Permission to climb aboard, please Sir?" I ask. Trying to be as formal as I can be despite my obvious delight. Taylor brushes past with the basket containing our that was packed this morning.
"Of course, Lady Anastasia," he banters back with me, offering his support as I climb aboard the most magnificient sailing machine I could have ever imagined. I am stunned as I admire the sleek lines and pure beauty of the vessel. I love the idea of sailing and I have seen pictures of this very yacht back at the penthouse but I never dreamed I would actually get to see her in person. I run my hands along the wood grain on the railing taking in as many of the small details as I can. As usual, Mr. Grey has excellent taste.
"I am going to help Mac get her going and once we are out on the open water I will come back and give you a tour. In the meantime, you can either sit out here on the deck or go down below and make yourself comfortable." He instructs me and goes off in search of Mac. I look around and decide to sit on deck. The cushioned chairs are inviting and I want to enjoy the water. Something about the water calms me like nothing else can.
About an hour passes before Mr. Grey returns looking hot and sweaty. I had gotten lost in the book I had brought and the comfy oversized chair. The sound of the yacht cutting through the water was giving me absolute peace. I had forgotten the dark cloud of change that had been hovering over my head.
Mr. Grey reaches for my hand and helps me stand up. "Ready for that tour?" he asks.
Truthfully, I want to stay right where I was. In my own little bubble of comfort for a little while longer, but I know better than to say that. I take a deep breath and smile at him. "Ready as I will ever be."
He shows me all around the vessel. I can tell it really is his pride and joy. The last room he leads me to is a bedroom. It is decorated in dark woods, whites, and navy blues. It is very masculine, like him. "Let's play." he announces. I feel him before I can see him. His lips are teasing my neck, causing me to get goosebumps all over my body. He ghosts his hands along my sides, causing me to become even more needy. Kneeling in front of my body, he rubs his nose between my legs, inhaling my scent. I feel a wetness seep onto my panties. Looking up at me with mischief in his eyes, he lightly bites me on my clit before standing up again. He walks over to his daypack and pulls out two restraints. Masterfully he works the fabric and before long, I am naked and tied up on the bed. He gives me a bit of a floor show, stripping down to his boxers before he blindfolds me. "Be a good girl." He whispers in my ear and then I hear his feet padding across the room before a door opens and closes.
Listening closely, I hear the sound of a shower and smile to myself knowing it won't be long before he returns. I relax and enjoy the feelings that wash over me everytime I am tied up like this. I appreciate that when he leaves me tied up like this, I could wiggle myself free if I truly need to but I have never wanted to. None the less, it gives me peace of mind and that lets me fully get into the scene.
Minutes later, my senses are awakened by the delicious smell of my freshly cleaned Dom. I feel him hovering over me before I feel the sweet bite of a crop against my nipples. Excitement courses through my veins as he walks the fine line between pleasure and pain across all my most sensitive areas. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip in an effort to keep myself from screaming out. I feel myself become more and more needy for a release and wait for permission knowing he can read my body and knows how close I am. I can't help but let my mind start to wander to other things in an effort to keep control. Before I know it, I feel him enter me and begin to race to his own release. I move my hips to meet him at each thrust. "Let me hear you." He orders at last. A few more strokes and my orgasm overpowers me and I yell out my climax and sink into him as exhaustion sets in. Deftly, his strong fing+ers release the restraints and he removes the blindfold. I look up and see him smiling down at me.
"Let's put on our bathing suits and eat lunch on deck." Mr. Grey suggests after we had spent a while relaxing and enjoying each others company.
"Good idea." I readily agree. I get up to retrieve my bag and pull out my bathing suits, laying them out on the bed so that Mr. Grey can decide which one is appropriate for today. I don't have a preference so no matter what, I will be happy with what he chooses.
Mr. Grey sees what I am doing and comes back over to the bed to make his decision. "Smart girl." he praises. "I didn't tell you where we were going so you must have packed every bathing suit you have." He lifts his finger to his lip as he looks over the options I presented him with. Before long, he picks up the floral one piece and hands it to me and I put the others back into my bag. "You are going to look so sweet in this one." He comments. "I would have rather you wear that tiny yellow two piece number, but Mac is onboard and I don't want him ogling you."
"Yes sir." I agree. I don't know Mac but I don't want him ogling me either. I make quick work of slipping on the bathing suit he picked out for me and applying sun block to the areas I can reach before handing him the bottle. The last thing I need is a sunburn consider how much I have to do in the week ahead.
Grabbing the basket as we pass through the gally, we hurry upstairs to the deck. I know I am hungry and I am sure he is too. He opens it and pulls out the french bread, chicken salad, tomato and cucumber salad, and chocolate covered strawberries. Everything looked delicious as usual. As we ate, we talked about whatever came to mind. When we weren't talking, I took in my beautiful surroundings. After lunch, we both settled into lounge chairs at the front of the yacht.
I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know, we are pulling back into the slip at the marina. I immediately start to panic. I am still in my bathing suit. I rush downstairs to slip back into my clothes. Why wouldn't he wake me up? Not that there are a lot of people around the marina, and not like I care that they see me in a bathing suit. It isn't me that I am worried about. It is the reaction of my Dom that I am worried about should he see someone taking too long a look at me.
Reappearing on the deck, I see Mr. Grey shaking hands with an older blond gentleman and then watch him saunter down the dock. The elusive Mac, I laugh to myself. He never did introduce us. I entertain myself imagining Mac trying to hide from sight the entire day.
It isn't long before Mr. Grey is ready to go home and he comes to retrieve me from my usual spot. He holds his hand at the small of my back as he guides me down the dock toward Taylor and the waiting SUV.