by Emily Tilton
She felt him kiss her bottom: the left cheek, then the right. The heat came surging into her face almost as much as it did into her pussy.
“I think most brides today don’t expect to be fucked like this on their wedding nights,” Jason said in a musing sort of voice. “They certainly don’t expect to have their bottoms fucked.”
His tongue dipped down, found Maria’s clit, and she cried out.
“Isn’t that right, darling? You’re a wedding planner. You must know, right?”
Jason flicked his tongue against the aching center of Maria’s submissive being. She hardly knew who she was, at that moment, except that she wanted to belong to Jason Garrons. She seemed even to think for a moment that this had become her own wedding night.
“Answer, girl,” he said gruffly, taking his tongue away and making her feel she would do anything to have it return.
“Yes, sir,” she cried.
He got atop her, then, most of his weight on the strong arms that held him up like pillars on either side of her torso as he pressed the soft tip of his cock against the place where she opened like a flower. He would pluck another flower, soon, she thought; one that no man had plucked before. He would make her his, that way.
Jason took his time with such self-control that Maria felt she would soon beg and plead to feel the cock go deeper into her, but she knew he would decide when that should happen, and that she must wait until he chose to give himself to her and claim her with his hardness.
When he did, she cried out, pushing her bottom up to meet his thrust and moving with him in a rhythm that seemed as if it had always been there, waiting for them: the rhythm of love, and of discipline. For a long while they simply moved together that way, Jason controlling her, teaching her how he liked a pussy to be for him, the pace slow and their noises subdued—Maria’s little cries and the satisfied, grumbling sounds that came from Jason’s chest.
“So nice, darling,” he said when he withdrew. “I love fucking you.”
She heard a drawer open and closed her eyes, knowing he must be taking out the lubricant and not wanting to see it, just wanting it to happen. But she whimpered when his fingers, cool and slick, began to caress her most private place.
“Shh. It’s time to learn how to be a very good girl,” Jason said. “Remember your reminder.” A finger pushed in, and it felt so good that Maria found herself opening to it in a way she hadn’t been able to in the men’s room, only a few hours before. She felt her face go red at the knowledge that she was a girl who liked to have a man’s finger there, and then she realized that she wanted to know what it felt like to have his cock there, too. The sudden, surprising knowledge made her wriggle her bottom a little, as if to try to tell him without words that she wanted to be the sort of bride who did have anal on her wedding night.
Jason chuckled. “Are you ready, Maria?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
Again he took his natural place above her, and again he fucked her pussy for a few strokes, as if simply to remind her that all of her belonged to him, now, and he would enjoy every bit of her just as he liked. Then he pulled out, and the tip pressed where he had prepared her, feeling somehow much harder than it had felt just a moment before. She cried out in discomfort, instinctively trying to close against him, her bottom clenching and her anus becoming small and tight.
“Don’t worry, darling. We’re going to take our time.” He rubbed himself up and down the length of the valley he had thoroughly lubed, and Maria felt the longing to have him there, to yield herself that way, return. Her cheeks relaxed, and Jason pressed again, there, and this time Maria did her best to open.
“Good girl,” Jason said in a very thick voice, as the tip of his cock found its way inside. “Oh, that’s so nice and tight.” He pressed, and she gave a little whimper because he felt so big there, and as he sheathed himself, slowly and gently but completely impaling her, the feeling of fullness took her breath away. Her little ring burned, and as his hard length began to move in a rhythm even gentler than the one he had used in front, she couldn’t help crying out in discomfort, though the discomfort was somehow something she wanted; something she wanted to give to him.
“Play with yourself for me,” Jason said, his voice strained with pleasure and with the light exertion of his rhythm in her backside. “I want you to try to come with my cock in your bottom.”
Maria thrust her right hand under, down, between, over the pillow Jason had put beneath her hips to offer her rear end to his cock. She found the place where she needed to be naughty now, was desperate to be naughty now. She heard her cries become ambiguous, mingling pleasure with the pain. She felt Jason’s rhythm become faster, more vigorous.
She didn’t think she could come, because the feeling of his mastery back there seemed too complex, too new, but then she felt his hips against her bottom, and she remembered she had a spanking coming in the morning, and she went over the edge into a submissive climax of a kind she had never felt, as if her body were offering all its pleasure to the man who owned it, now.
“That’s it,” Jason said, feeling the contractions of her orgasm. “Good girl. I’m going to…”
Did his amazing self-control slip for a moment, then? He gave a grunt, and she felt his cock pulse deep in her bottom, the warm seed spurting from him, until his hips jerked one final time, as if in a final admonition to be a good girl and a final reminder of the discipline to come tomorrow and, Maria hoped, for a long time to come.
When they had both showered, and lay in their own elegant pocket of the deep stillness of Boston at two a.m. even on a Saturday night that had become Sunday morning, Maria said with a giggle, “My professional opinion is that many more brides should have anal on their wedding nights.”
The End
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Also by Emily Tilton
The Count’s Discipline
Tamed by the Highlander
Their Firm Men
Bred by the Spartans
Her Doctor’s Orders
An Extreme Marriage
Breaking Abigail
At Leo’s Command
Her True Lord’s Claim
The Emperor’s New Pony
The Outlaw’s Daughter
Old-Fashioned Values
Stolen by Her Master
Innocence Examined
Under His Watch
Trained at the Castle
Her Shameful Audition
An Indecent Awakening
The Duke’s School for Young Ladies
Saved by the Highlander
Controlling Caitlin
Buying His Mate
Subjugated
Bought by the Doctor
Bound and Initiated
An Indecent Voyage
The Lord’s Scandalous Bride
The Sergeant’s Claim
A Legacy of Dominance
Thoroughly Trained
A Wife’s Correction
Begging to Be Owned
His City Girl
Governing His Bride
Reformed for the Senator
A Punishment Marriage
The Modesty Cure
In Loco Parentis
Drastic Measures
Their Wayward Wives
His Little Troublemaker
Five Naughty Little Girls
Claimed by the Machine
A Concubine for the Trillionaire
The Immortal’s Pet
His Blushing Rose
Tamed by the Sheikh
Examined and Corrected
The Correctional Program
Taken from School
Reforming Rebecca
His Old-Fashioned World
The Oak Street Method
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