They led me down the stairs, through the house, and to the back door. They each opened one side of the door, revealing me to the crowd, which turned around and oohed and ahhed. To my surprise, my father stood on the back porch, arm extended for me to take. “Daddy? What are you doing here?”
“What do you mean? It’s your wedding, little miss, of course we’re here. Who else would walk you down the aisle?”
I glanced up at Jack, who smiled sheepishly at me. He had done this to surprise me, I could tell. The smile I had that morning returned, and I took my father’s arm. We walked slowly down the aisle, my eyes surveying the crowd. All these people I didn’t know, all of them looking so happy for me. I didn’t expect this, it was all so surreal. I found myself in this strange place surrounded by strange people, the star of this immaculate event, about to become the wife of a man I had just met yesterday, and I was…excited? How peculiar. I saw my mother seated in the front row, eyes watery with happiness, and she waved a handkerchief at me in greeting. I smiled and blew her a kiss. As I reached the archway, my father gave my hand to Jack, and patted him on the back. “She’s all yours, son.”
“Yes, sir, I will take good care of her,” Jack said solemnly. He took both my hands in his and turned his gaze to me. “You look absolutely incredible,” he said. Those eyes seemed to bore right through me. The music stopped, and the preacher began speaking.
“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…”
I was faintly aware that he was still talking, but all I could see was Jack. I remembered the way his eyes had roamed my body the night before, and the way my body had reacted to it. He was staring me down again, silently willing me to break. I saw his mouth moving, repeating after the preacher, but his eyes never left mine. I felt that now familiar heat begin to spread from the center of my body, and I shivered, an almost silent moan escaping my lips. One of his eyebrows slightly raised and his hands tightened on mine. Surprisingly, I, too, was able to repeat the preacher, still locked on Jack’s green eyes, which seemed to be growing slightly brighter. When the preacher recited the “Obey” part, which I noticed seemed to have been missing from Jack’s version of the vows, since I hadn’t heard him say it, I felt a mischievous smirk creep onto my lips. I doubled down the intensity of my stare, and almost imperceptibly shook my head no, even though I recited the words. Jack noticed, and raised one eyebrow, hand moving to my wrist and tightening even more.
“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Jack yanked me close to him and kissed me deeply, passionately, biting my bottom lip, then my top. When he embraced me, he whispered in my ear, “No, huh? We’ll see about that.”
“I’ve obviously been a very bad girl,” I said, shocked to hear the words coming out of my mouth, and thrilled, if not a little scared at the prospect of what his reaction would be. He wrapped his hand around my waist and pulled me closer to him, and I could feel his manhood pressing against me, rock hard.
“Well, we’ve got to deal with that immediately, don’t we, little lady?” He said as he suddenly scooped me up and threw me over his shoulder, marching towards the house. I heard a few gasps in the audience, and a few nervous chuckles. “Ah, young love,” I heard one woman say as I was carried past her. My mouth hung open, I hadn’t expected him to react so swiftly. As we crossed the threshold, he kicked the doors shut behind us.
Part II
“But- everyone is out there, what will they think?”
He yanked my dress up, exposing my bottom, clad in lacy white undergarments, and ripped them down around my thighs, all while he was still walking. He began spanking me as we climbed the stairs. “Are you questioning me again?” He said, smacking me with what felt like all his strength. I felt so out of control, so helpless. I grabbed onto his hips and held on for dear life, terrified he would drop me and I would go tumbling down the stairs. “No, please, put me down!”
He immediately did just that, 2 steps from the top of the staircase, and sat me down hard. I struggled to catch my breath, as if I had been the one hauling a person up the stairs. He stood there, calm, and not out of breath at all. I looked up at him, trembling. “Have you changed your mind?” He asked. I stared at him, at those eyes. I allowed myself to glance down at the bulge in his pants, just for a moment, before my eyes flitted back up to his. I knew he expected a “No, sir,” but I didn’t answer. I simply stared at him and bit my lip. I saw him draw in a slightly shaky breath as he nodded and unzipped his pants, reaching in to pull out his throbbing member. Right there, on the stairs, with a backyard full of people, including my parents. My mouth dropped open to protest, but before I could, he slid it right into the opening. My eyes widened in surprise and I gagged, pulling back instinctively. He reached his hand around to the back of my neck, holding me in place, and sliding it slowly in and out of my mouth. “Suck, like it’s a lollipop. I’ll even get you one later, if you’re a good girl, so you can practice.”
I did as he said, lips closing around him. He moaned and his grip on my hair tightened. I liked that sound, enjoyed being able to make him react. Even though I was on my knees with him holding me in place, panties still stretched around my thighs, I suddenly felt like I could control something. I sucked harder. His fingers moved to the buttons at the nape of my neck, and he swiftly began undoing them. He slid the dress down around my midsection, and I found my arms were pinned. He grabbed my hair again, and tilted my head up so that I was looking at him, still sliding his cock in and out of my mouth. His hand gently slid down my neck, fingers trailing lightly until he reached my right breast. That was where the gentleness stopped. He pinched my nipple, first one, and then the other. I gasped, and he used the opening to shove himself further down my throat. He grabbed my left breast with his other hand, twisting the nipple around as if it were a radio dial. I choked on the massive thing jamming the back of my throat, tears coming to my eyes. “You are not the one in control here, Mrs. Hudson, do you understand?” He said as he pressed a little harder down my throat, then withdrew from my mouth. It was like he had read my mind. I gasped for air, letting out a hoarse “Yes, sir.” He pulled me to my feet and pointed towards his bedroom. “Walk.” I began to fix my dress, and he popped me on my ass again. “I gave you an order.” I lowered my head and waddled towards the bedroom, panties falling to my knees, my arms still pinned to the side by the dress.
When we reached the room he pointed at the bed. I moved towards it, almost reaching the foot when he pushed me so that I fell forwards, the top half of my body on the bed, feet on the floor. “Don’t make a sound,” he warned as he lifted the dress again. I braced myself, expecting more spankings, but instead he gently removed my shoes, lifting one foot, and then the other, caressing the insoles of my feet as he did so. He began running his fingers softly up my legs, beginning at my ankles, and leaving soft tingling trails all the way up to my thighs. He spread my legs slightly, but did not remove my underwear. As he reached my buttocks, he grasped one cheek in each hand firmly and squeezed, separating them. It was then that I felt the warmth of his tongue down there, sliding all the way from the bottom of the opening to the top. I gasped audibly. Suddenly his mouth was gone and I felt the sharp sting of his hand across my cheeks. “I told you not to make a sound.”
“Yes, sir, I’m sorry, sir.” The words themselves coming out of my mouth turned me on, and he resumed his position. I grabbed a pillow and buried my face in it, biting down on the pillowcase as he caressed me with his tongue, lapping up every bit of wetness, face buried between my cheeks, his nose tickling places I didn’t even know could be stimulated. I tried so hard to be quiet, but whenever the occasional moan escaped from me, he would spank me again, intensity increasing with each occurrence. I felt the climax rising again, and I began to press back against his mouth, writhing and squirming. Just as I felt like I was about to shatter, he backed away and ordered me to stand up. I was flustered, and weak kneed, but I did as I was told. He ordered me to remove my clothes
, and I began to wiggle out of my dress, wetness running down my thighs, ass red and tender to the touch. I let the panties slide down to the floor, and removed my corset. As I began to remove the thigh high stockings and garter, he told me to leave them. He then instructed me to undress him. I struggled with the buttons on his shirt, my fingers were shaking and I could barely stand. The heat from the center of my body had spread all over, and I couldn’t even think straight. He swiftly removed his belt, folded it in half, and whipped it across my ass. I cried out and grabbed him, grinding my body against his. He didn’t need to tell me that he wanted me to finish my task, I tried to focus and continue removing his shirt. Every time my fingers slipped or I slowed, he struck me again. It hurt, but with each hit, the climax was building again, and I finally just grabbed his collar and begged him to do it faster. He looked at me with shock, but grabbed my waist, pressing my hot wetness against his leg, and began to whip me frantically. I bit into his jacket to muffle the screams I let out as I came, gushing down his leg and mine. He scooped me up and threw me onto the bed.
He no longer looked stoic, calm. He had a glazed look in his eye, almost feral. He ripped off his shirt, popping off the remaining buttons as if the obviously expensive, custom tailored suit meant nothing. He stared at me, writhing on the bed, still feeling the effects of the orgasm. But I never looked away from his eyes. I stared back at him with the same intense passion he looked at me with. He dropped his pants, struggling to kick of his shoes and remove them. Only then did my eyes drop. He seemed to have grown in size, I could see the large veins throbbing around it, and it stood straight out. I admired his chest, tan and well-muscled, covered in a light smattering of golden hair. As he bent to pull his shoe off, his stomach muscles contracted to reveal a hard earned six pack. My eyes ran down his muscled thighs to his equally beautiful calves, and I found that I was running my hand down my own body, as if my hand had a mind of itself. I had just had an amazing orgasm, but I wanted more. I wanted to feel him, feel those gorgeous muscles pressed up against me, feel him enter me. I yearned for it, had never felt it. Only a few days before, I had no interest in boys at all, and now I felt like a Greek sex goddess. I knew what I wanted, I wasn’t ashamed. I belonged to him, and I wanted him to take me, to own me, to control me. I wanted to obey his every command, but at the same time, I wanted to defy him, just a little, because the punishment led to amazing pleasure.
He finally relieved himself of all his clothes and dove onto me. I braced myself, expecting pain, but instead, he cupped my face tenderly and kissed me. I wrapped my hands into his hair, marveling at the soft thickness of it, as he explored my mouth with his tongue. Our kisses seemed so perfectly aligned. I felt like an old pro, even though I had only been kissing, well, less than an hour. His hand slid down my body, under my raw butt cheek, and I arched my back at the sensation. He slid my leg to the side and settled himself in between. He cupped my chin and looked at me. “Are you ready?” He asked in a quiet voice.
“Yes, sir,” I said, bottom lip trembling. He placed his lips on mine again and kissed me deeply as he rubbed his manhood in slow circles around my wetness. My body stiffened, expecting him to enter me, but he continued, mouth moving down my neck slowly. I automatically reacted to him, tilting my head back. He kissed, licked, and nibbled softly until he reached my breast. His tongue moved slowly across my already hard nipple and he took it tenderly in between his teeth. I moaned at the sensation of him drawing in air, cold against the moisture from his mouth. He moved from one breast to the other, and back again, all while still caressing me with his cock. Every time it brushed across my clit, it felt a little more intense, I could feel pressure building, the temperature of my body rising. Soon I was arching my back and begging him to put it inside me. He placed his hand on the back of my neck and looked deep into my eyes as he finally crossed the barrier. I felt a pop as I gave my virginity to him, and I cried out, but it wasn’t pain. I had never even imagined it could feel this good. He slowly pushed it all the way into me and kissed me deeply as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his waist. I buried my face into his chest as he slowly pulled out almost to the point of exit, then slid back in again.
“How does it feel?” He asked me, voice deep and husky, as he continued his slow motions. “Oh, god, yes, I- please, sir, please!” I couldn’t even form a full sentence. I felt lost in this world of pleasure, the nerves in the center of my body radiating electric shocks out through my entire body, so that even my toes curled against the power. My nonsensical words affected him, He grabbed my ass and lifted me so that he was holding me against the extravagant wood headboard. He began pushing into me faster, harder, the intensity increasing with each stroke. My hands broke free of his neck and I grabbed onto the headboard, sliding my hands between the decorative cutouts, grabbing tight and giving myself the leverage to push back against him. We were locked in a dance of pure ecstasy, bodies moving in time like we had practiced this for years. My head dropped back and I closed my eyes, screaming in bliss, when suddenly he grabbed a handful of my hair.
“Look at me. Look at me right now.” I fought to keep my eyes open as the orgasm coursed through my body, maintaining eye contact with him as I soaked his cock, when I felt him grow bigger, throbbing inside me as I clenched him and came, and I felt him cum, hot and hard, as he stared deep into my eyes. I finally could hold the stare no longer, and I threw myself forward, burying my face in his shoulder as my body convulsed. He collapsed, lowering me back down to the bed and laying on top of me, still inside me, as the last throbs and spasms of our synchronized orgasms made our sensitive organs jump.
We both lay still as our breathing finally slowed down and our heart rates returned to normal. I soon realized that his heart was beating in tandem to mine. I pressed my ear to his chest, listening, and it made me feel more calm and peaceful than I had ever felt in my life. I felt myself begin to doze off, feeling safe and secure under the weight of his body, when suddenly he sat up, pulling himself out of me. I groaned in protest, and stretched, preparing myself to get up. Just as I raised my hands above my head, he swiftly pulled off one of my stockings and before I knew it, was straddling my chest and wrapping the stocking around my wrist, securing it to the same wooden cutout on the headboard I had had such a firm grip on moments ago. “What-” I opened my mouth in confusion, and only got out a single word before he shoved his cock down my throat. “That’s right, suck it clean. Can you taste yourself on me? You taste delicious, enjoy it.”
I couldn’t exactly question him in my current predicament, and I knew better than to not do what he said, but my eyes must have asked the question my mouth was unable to. He laughed, and said, “Oh, did you think I was done with you? No, my dear, we’re going to start our marriage off on the right foot, with you thoroughly fucked and almost unable to walk before I take you back down to our guests.”
I felt a little frantic, I had completely forgotten all those people, including my parents, were outside waiting to attend our reception. My eyes became wild as I wanted to talk, but he simply held my head in place and moved his cock in and out. I struggled against my restraints and kicked my legs. With his other hand he reached back and slapped my pussy, sending a shock through my whole body. “Are you trying to argue with me, young lady? You don’t seem to be in a position to do so.” He withdrew himself from my mouth. “What is it you were saying?” He rubbed the area he had just slapped, soft caresses soothing the burn. With his thumb, he began making slow circles on my clit, barely touching it, and I found myself raising my hips to increase the pressure.
“Yes, sir. Whatever you want me to do, sir.”
He positioned himself higher up over me, and tilted my head back. “Just relax, close your eyes and breathe deep,” he told me. I did as he said, and he slid his dick past the barrier at the back of my throat at the same time he slid 2 fingers into me and another into my ass, still stroking my clit. I gasped at the sensation of every hole feeling full, of being held
down by this man, hands tied above my head. I was completely helpless and being thoroughly vetted… and I liked it. I could taste his cum in my mouth, mingled with the taste of my own. It was a new taste, one I wouldn’t have ever imagined myself enjoying. But, it tasted like victory. It tasted like I had achieved something, making him cum. He was so in charge, so untouchable, and I had made him collapse on my body, exhausted and empty. I wanted to do it again, and again, and again. I tightened my lips, and every time the head of his cock came from my throat back into my mouth, I swirled my tongue around it and sucked as hard as I could. I felt his cock grow bigger, throbbing, and I felt my excitement rise. Then, he pulled away from me. He stood there and stared at me for a long moment, eyes moving up and down my body. I squirmed, curious to know what he was going to do next. He seemed to have a quizzical look in his eye, but I didn’t try to ask him about it. He went to the foot of the bed, and slid the garter belt from my thigh, slowly, fingers grazing my wetness, then lightly all the way down my leg. I shivered. He rounded the head of the bed again, and surprised me by sliding it over my head so that it covered my eyes.
He must have seen my mouth open, because I felt the belt smack my inner thigh as he warned me again not to question him. And then, there was silence. I couldn’t see a thing. I strained to hear him in the silence, but I heard nothing. I began getting antsy, worried he had just left me there, tied up and blindfolded, when suddenly I felt a sensation at the tip of my toe. What was that- a feather? It slid down the sole of my foot and back up. It seemed that it should have tickled, but instead my senses just seemed hyperactive, I was experiencing the touch more deeply than I had felt anything before. He ran it in between my toes, then over the top of my foot. Up my calf it went, drawing slow, lazy patterns. There was no noise, only my quiet breathing. By the time it reached my hip bone I was so focused on that feeling that it seemed nothing else existed, and I hadn’t realize that I had spread my legs wide in anticipation of it dipping down to that area of my body. Suddenly, I felt his mouth consume me, licking slowly and kissing it over and over. I lifted my hips, and at that moment he flipped me over and positioned me on my knees, backside in the air and my face flat against the bed, wrists pulling against their restraints. The loud SMACK resonated in the silence. “You will stop trying to fuck me, little girl. I am fucking YOU.” He continued spanking me while I cried out- the combination of the blindfold and the focus I had had on the feather had left my skin so sensitive, the spankings stung and were a shock to my senses.
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