The Bride Wore White (The Captive Bride Series, Book I)

by Dominique D. DuBois

  I had thought I wouldn’t be able to cum again, but he had turned me on so damn much from how he had literally been forcing me to deep throat him, that I was again wet and ready. As he began to suck even harder on my turgid and still-swollen clit, I realized I was already almost there. And then he shifted his hips and plunged his cock into my mouth once more. Opening up as wide as I could, I let him pump his hips, trying not to gag as he fucked my mouth harder and faster. His cock got stiffer and hotter, and I tasted a salty gush. Was that I wondered? But then he groaned deep in his throat and began to pump his hips faster, gagging me even more deeply as he fucked my face, and I knew it was just beginning.

  Suddenly my attention was torn away from my own struggle to swallow his cock by the sensation of his tongue and teeth and hands all on my pussy at once. Wrenching my lips open with his fingers, he was licking and biting me again, and then sucking in a pulsating rhythm that forced another orgasm to go rocketing through me. As the cum rushed out of me, my clit spasmed and twitched and jumped in his mouth. My hips bucked helplessly against him as he sucked on and on. I was screaming around his cock yet again and I heard him groan even louder. Then he pumped harder and faster and harder and faster until suddenly his cock stiffened to where it was rock hard. I felt the entire shaft pulse and throb almost painfully against my throat, and then an enormous load of warm, mildly salty, creamy cum shot out of him and into me.

  I felt myself choking on it because he continued to ram his cock into my throat the entire time, even as more and more cum came spurting out. So I began to try and swallow as best I could, gulping against him as I felt the thick, hot cum finally start to slide down my throat. Victor pumped and rammed his cock into me over and over until my jaws ached so bad I started to get a headache, and then finally, finally I felt his dick slacken a little inside my mouth. A second later, he let out a sigh and then slowly pulled himself out from between my lips. He had sat up then and looked at me, and I remember reaching down with my tongue and licking the last bit of salty cum off of my lower lip.

  At that, he had laughed and grabbed me, planting a kiss right on my mouth as he had said, “Baby that was the best head I ever had.”

  Boy, that had sure made me feel like a million bucks. I was a novice and already he loved it! I was sure he was just being kind, in a way, but still, I also felt intrinsically that he really had loved it, that it had perhaps been the best because of the emotional connection we somehow seemed to have. That connection had made it so intense and so unbelievable for me, that perhaps, it had made it that way for him, too.

  After that night, part of me had been so full of self-loathing and disgust, as I was mad at myself almost for the way I had let him treat me, for the various ways I had let him take me and use my mouth and cunt until he got what he wanted. But the other part of me had felt so filthily turned on, that I could get wet just thinking about how he had subdued me, fucked my mouth pitilessly, and made me cum relentlessly. And I realized that it was that last part I would have to be wary of the most.

  So we had kept on like that for two more months, him running roughshod over me at every opportunity, pushing and pleasuring and punishing my body until I thought I was going to die, and fucking my face and shoving his cock so far down my throat that I gagged on him, each and every time. And through it all, Victor insisted on giving me multiple, multiple orgasms every day; even if he only got to cum once. I knew he could have cum more, he always got hard every time he got me off, but he simply didn’t want to put too much on me. In the beginning, Victor had at least tried to be a gentleman every now and then.

  And then came the time for us to actually have sex. Suddenly, thinking about it, I honestly couldn’t believe that he had let me go as long as he had – hell, I couldn’t even believe that I had wanted to wait as long as I had. I know it hadn’t been all about fear of the unknown, or about just not being completely comfortable with my own body; a big part of it had still been this underlying terror, this certainty almost, that as soon as he fucked me, he was going to dump me. And I was getting to the point then where that would have almost killed me.

  We had started dating before Thanksgiving, and then the Spring Term of my Senior year was actually almost over. Which had made it nearly five long months. Five long months where Victor hadn’t seen any other woman but me. We still hadn’t said the “L” word yet, but those feelings were definitely starting to be there for me, and for him, I’d hoped, as well. Heck, at that point in our relationship, I was almost about to graduate from school with my Bachelor’s, I’d already been accepted into the Master’s Degree program there in Denver, and Victor’s job was going great, even with him only going to the office part time, when I was in class. And I was pretty much practically living with him, even though I still kept my dorm room back on campus for show.

  So it had gotten to the point where I couldn’t let fear stop me anymore. As it was, sucking his luscious, enormous cock was something that I would fantasize about in class, and I would want it so damn bad, my mouth would downright water just over the thought of it. So the idea of having that hard, enormous rod plunging into my pussy was beginning to be too much to deny any longer. I guessed I had simply gotten to the point where I really wanted it more than I feared it. In fact, I had to have it. And have it, I certainly would.

  Thinking back to all that now, on my wedding day, I still couldn’t have completely bad feelings about it all. I guess you could say they were bittersweet. It had been probably the best thing to ever happen to me, and also, undeniably, the worst. And that was something that would never change until I was finally married to Charlie. Then I could put this thing behind me once and for all, and never think about it again; which was why I was thinking about it this one last time today – to get it out of my system once and for all. And get it out of my system, I would.

  So I allowed the old memories to wash over me for the last time. That fateful night there had been dinner, and wine, and music, and dancing in the rain on Victor’s penthouse roof, in the middle of a garden, full of roses, with a stone fountain, and a beautiful wrought iron white metal bench. We’d danced as the dewy drops had fallen down on us, holding each other close, and then we’d sat on the bench and kissed in the rain for nearly half an hour more.

  When it was finally time to go back inside, we both knew then that that was it. There was no turning back. I had finally realized when I was trying to decide earlier if the time was right or not, that perhaps I actually did love him, and I had thought I would never love any man after what my father had done to us, and especially what I’d seen him do to my mom.

  So I let Victor lead me downstairs to his large and lavish apartment, and then he undressed me in front of a roaring fire. We drank more wine as we warmed ourselves, touching our naked bodies, caressing each other, and making out on the rug in front of the marble fireplace. When we were both ready, we got up and went into the bedroom.

  At first, Victor sat me down on the bed and he stood there in front of me, his enormous cock jutting out towards me wantonly and powerfully.

  “Suck it,” he told me, and immediately, I did, bending forward and latching my lips onto the end of it. Once again he grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock down my throat, choking me. As I gagged, I slid back from it, trying to get it out of my mouth. Victor made a noise then, as if he disapproved of me, and instantly, I stopped. I was just sitting there, with his cock half in and half out of my mouth, not really knowing what to do, when he spoke again.

  “Tempest,” he said, his voice headily stern. “Look at me while you suck me.”

  So, even though it made me terribly ashamed, I did what he demanded, just like I had so many times before this evening, opening my eyes wide and turning them up towards his face as he thrust his cock brutally into my mouth. But the next time he gagged me, I reached my hands up to his hips and pushed him away from me a few inches. Not enough to pull his cock out of my mouth, but enough so I wouldn’t keep choking on him. As soon as I d
id that, I felt my stomach flip-flip with anxious tension. Then Victor reached down and gathered my long hair up into his left hand and pulled me unceremoniously off of his cock.

  I was still looking up at him when he said, “Don’t you ever do that again. Now I want you to put your hands behind your back and lace your fingers together, and regardless if I choke you, regardless if you can’t even breathe; you keep them there. Do you understand me?”

  Not knowing why, I slowly nodded. And then I complied. I laced my fingers behind my back and kept my eyes on him as he plunged his cock between my lips again, thrusting it so deeply so as to specifically make me gag. As soon as he did, he watched me to see what I would do. Using all the restraint I had within me, I kept my fingers laced behind my back. His cock was buried so deeply between my lips now, I couldn’t even swallow, and my own spit dripped down my chin as I silently choked. Still, he showed no mercy. He began to thrust his hips sharply back and forth, stabbing my throat with his enormous cock. He never got it more than half-way inside me, but he continued to plunge it in and out of my mouth, gagging me as often as he could to see if I would continue to follow his commands. Oh, God but it made me feel so damn dirty. And yet why did it turn me on so much, too? It was the eternal conundrum, and as long as I was with Victor, I knew it would haunt me thus.

  When many minutes had gone by, and my entire body was trembling from my extreme efforts, he finally smiled, released his grip in my hair, and shoved me backwards on the bed. Now, he was suddenly tender again, and I felt dizzy from trying to keep up with his moods. He began to kiss all the way down my entire body, stopping at my sternum and flipping me over onto my stomach. I had such little control, and he was so much larger than me, so much more physically imposing; I felt like a china doll.

  He kissed me from the back of my neck, down my shoulders, spine, hips, ass cheeks, thighs, backs of the knees, calves, and ankles. By then, I was literally squirming and mewling with need. Flipping me over again, Victor worked his way from my feet back up, kissing and licking my calves, the insides of my knees, and then even biting my thighs gently in between licking all the way up to my warm, welcoming, wet pussy. When he got there, I held my breath, but he just skipped over it and went up to my nipples, biting and licking and sucking on them for what seemed like forever.

  I was whimpering quietly in the back of my throat, my hands tangled in his short-cropped hair while he feasted on me, licking the undersides of my breasts, licking around and around my nipples, and then popping the peaks into his mouth and chewing on them. I began tugging lightly on his hair as they got too sensitive to stand it anymore, but the harder I pulled against his head, the more resolute he became. It was like trying to move a concrete statue. Finally, when he was done with them, he slowly let the last one go, holding it with his teeth as he torturously released it, then he began to kiss my ribcage and stomach as he moved back down to my pussy again.

  When he got there this time, he just groaned, as if it was so delicious and delightful he couldn’t help himself. He immediately licked it almost completely clean, from top to bottom, but of course as soon as he did; more juice just came rolling out of me. I was so hot, and so scared, and so damn ready. Next, Victor worked his way over to my clit and right away, he began to twirl it around with his tongue. Then he sucked it and did my favorite thing – holding it between his teeth while intermittently stabbing it with his tongue and then sucking on it again. Over and over he brought me to the brink of orgasm, only to let it subside again. It got to the point where I was trembling, shivering and shaking and moaning and sweating with need. I would’ve done anything for him then. Anything for the pleasure, anything for the release. My clit was heavy, full, hot, pulsating, beating in tandem with my heart.

  Victor reached up with his strong, rough, fingers then and squeezed it, and I literally screeched out in pain and pleasure both. “Oh God, what are you doing, what are you doing? Please let me cum!” I pleaded, half out of my mind with desperation.

  “You have to beg me,” he told me huskily.

  “I don’t understand,” I whimpered. “I am begging you. Please, please, make me cum.”

  Victor torqued my clit between his fingertips, rolling it firmly between them and then squeezing in a quick, sharp, rhythm. My hips strained up towards him and my legs fell even wider open. I let out a long, undulating moan and then he bent down and sucked my poor little clit as hard as he could, seeming to soak up the sounds of me begging and crying and pleading for release.

  As soon as he sensed me nearing my climax, he’d stop, just holding me open and staring down at me as my clit twitched and spasmed helplessly. Then he’d wait a few moments for the furor inside me to die down, before he’d begin plucking at it with his fingers again. I honest to God thought I was actually going to die. Finally, in agony, I screamed out again, “What, please tell me, what do you want, baby? Please!”

  “Oh,” he said softly, “that’s it. That’s it. Just like that. I want you to lose it, absolutely lose it. And then I want you to beg me.”

  “For what?” I cried out hoarsely as he pinched my clit again, and in a broken voice, I whimpered and moaned. “Oh please God, please tell me, please, what do you want me to beg you for?”

  He came up then and lay beside me, his left arm propping himself up so he could study me while the fingers of his right hand still went about torturing my clit, the blood absolutely pounding inside of it as he pinched and twisted and tweaked it mercilessly. But his face got so severe and so damn serious-looking, it was almost frightening. I was intimidated to the core of me, but so helplessly dependent on him then, I couldn’t turn away. Nor could I stop begging.

  In the flickering light of the candles that he had lit all around the bed before we had lain down in it, I was now forced to watch this forceful, powerful, aggressive man as he slowly and methodically tortured me, pinching my clit almost cruelly, and watching my face while the sweat beaded on my forehead, and I moaned in sheer desperation. Yet every time I tried to close my eyes against the sight of his cold face as he studied me, he’d pinch me harder, forcing me to look him right in the eyes. I was so vulnerable, so helpless. And he ate up every last second of it.

  What did he want from me, I wondered feebly? Unable to take anymore, I began to close my legs, using my hands to try to push his arm off of me, to move his fingers off of my clit. But it was like shoving against a pillar of iron. His arm didn’t move an inch, and he was furious that I had tried to close my legs against him.

  Wrapping one of his massive, meaty thighs between my legs, he ruthlessly shoved my thin legs back open, then he reached down with the hand he’d had propped under his head, and instead, grabbed both of my wrists and wrenched them up above me. Then, with his right hand still free, he went right back to plucking my swollen, jumping clit again. My face flamed with mortification and desperation. I just simply wanted to die this time. I needed to cum so damn bad it was agonizingly painful. I’d never been tortured this methodically, this callously in all of my life.

  “Please, please,” I whimpered out one final time. My legs were shaking. A tear dripped down one cheek. “Please what do you want me to beg you for? I’ll say anything. I’ll do anything. Please just let me cum.”

  “You want me to make you cum?” he asked harshly.

  “Yes, yes,” I gasped as he pinched my clit again. Spastically, my hips bucked. I had no more control over my own body.

  “And you think you’re a good girl, you think you deserve to cum?” he questioned me brutally.

  “Yes, baby, yes, please!” I whimpered. What in the hell was he doing this to me for, I wondered again? “Please, what do you want me to do? I’ll do anything you want, say anything you want. Anything! I swear!”

  “Who do you belong to?” he demanded. Shocked, I didn’t know how to reply.

  Suddenly, he slapped my pussy, right on my thrumming, wetly spasming clit, and I immediately jumped and screamed. “Who do you belong to goddammit?” he asked again, his
voice still harsh and deathly cold.

  “You, I belong to you,” I gasped out.

  He slapped my pussy again, but lighter this time. “And who does your pussy belong to?”

  “You,” I whispered.

  He slapped it again, hard. “I said who does it fucking belong to??”

  “You, my pussy belongs to you, only you, Victor,” I sobbed out anxiously, helplessly. “My pussy belongs only to you.”

  “Now you can beg me,” he told me, almost smugly.

  “I’ll beg you for anything, baby,” I said, and I meant it, and he damn well knew it, too. “But please, just tell me, what do you want me to beg you for?” the last word was a whimpering, crying wail as he pinched and twisted my clit again, and then, even more cruelly, he dipped his fingertips into the wetness of my pussy, and then slickly and slowly began to draw his pinched fingers up and down my quivering clit. That was even more torture at this point than what he’d been doing when he’d been spanking it. Now my whole body began shaking as if it were in the throes of a terrific seizure. I’d never, ever, ever needed to cum so bad in my entire life.

  And then he finally answered me. But his answer stopped me cold. “I want you to beg me to fuck you,” he said simply, his voice huskily forceful. No meanness to it this time, but there was certainly nothing nice to it, either.

  I paused for a long moment. That was just too damn difficult for me. Having him fuck me, giving up my virginity, was something that scared me, something that he had so seriously wanted. And now he wanted me to beg him for it? My pride was stung. Not just my pride, but my heart, too. I didn’t think I could do it. Screw him, I thought. I didn’t need this. I couldn’t do this. I simply could not beg him to fuck me, when I knew that in fucking me, he would tear my delicate little body to pieces. How could anyone beg for that? That should be something that he begged me for, that he tenderly and adroitly persuaded me to do!

  But then, as if he could read my mind, he went after my body again. First he pinched each nipple, so sharply I gasped aloud with each tweak. I felt them pulsing, filling back up with blood, becoming engorged like they had been many long minutes ago, back when he had first begun sucking and licking them. He pinched them again and again, over and over, and each and every time I cried out.