I looked down at her with my fiercest look. I kept my hands on my hips so I didn’t grab her too soon. Not in anger. No matter how mad I get I always keep control of my anger.
I never forget that she’s mine to protect. That she’d already been wounded and it was up to me as the man who loves her, to take care of her heart always.
There was a mix of fear and anticipation on her face and I could smell her pussy’s heat from where I stood. I looked into her eyes and dipped my fingers between the thick folds of her pussy.
Logan
“Go into your special drawer and bring daddy the punisher.” Now those whimpers turned into full-fledged wails. No wonder, the punisher is the biggest ass plug ever made. She hates having that thing shoved up her ass.
She moped her ass over to her drawer and came back with the big purple plug that was seven inches long and about three and a half inches thick.
It wasn’t as long or thick as my cock, but having it in her ass for an hour or more usually does the trick. She passed it to me and climbed up on the bed with her ass in the air.
I debated whether to use lube or not and went with no. This was a serious infraction. She knows how I feel about men being around her.
“Now tell me everything that happened at the party.” I ran the fake dick up and down her ass and past her pussy and back again. I eased it into her ass as she started talking and climbed up behind her.
Once I had the silicone shoved tightly against her asshole I put my mouth on her pussy from behind and sucked. She groaned and picked up the story again.
“There’s a video daddy, watch it and see, I didn’t do anything wrong.” Uh-huh!
“I’ll watch it later baby, right now I want you to tell me all of it.” I licked her pussy deep, sucking up her juices until she was ready to take me again. I lined up my cock with her cunt opening and slid right in. She was still wet from our earlier fuck, but the plug in her ass made her shit tight as fuck.
I listened to her story and fucked her deep, getting madder by the minute. “You were in a room with a naked man.” She stopped all movement at the tone of my voice and looked back at me with wide frightened eyes.
“What should I do to you? What do you think is a suitable punishment? Should I have gone to the strip club with the boys?” She started crying again and her face was just pitiful. I didn’t feel sorry for her, let her think about that shit.
I knew that shit would hit her where it hurts, but that was no less than the shit she’d done. If I’m jealous then she’s the queen of that shit let me tell you. And I know the thought of another woman near me is not something she can easily handle.
You know when you’ve hit the shit right when your woman turns into a wildcat in public. Any female even dares look in my direction and my girl is ready to throw down. I like that shit. Own your shit baby.
I thought she understood that I was the same way, I’d told her often enough, shown her even once or twice. So why the fuck are we here?
“So, tell me, what should your punishment be? Turn around, I don’t wanna look at you.” She cried harder and hung her head down. I eased the plug slowly from her ass then rammed it back in while slamming my cock in her pussy at the same time.
“Arrggghhhhh, oh daddy no.” It was a cross between a groan and a scream. I spanked her ass cheek until it jiggled and did the same to its twin.
“Should I pull my cock out of you?” I leaned over in her ear. Of course I had no intentions of doing that but she didn’t know that. Her pussy tightened around my cock involuntarily, locking me in.
“No daddy please I’m sorry.” I let my cockhead rub against her sweet spot teasingly until her busted pipe started running, then pulled back.
I left just the tip of my cock inside her and fucked her ass wildly with the dildo. I went faster and faster until her pussy started to suck at my cock, trying to get me back in. Then stopped!
She mewled out her frustration and moved her ass to get me to fuck. Another hard spank to her ass brought her to heel. “Stop!!”
I eased my dick back inside and slow fucked her for ten frustrating minutes while she did everything to get me to go faster.
She massaged my cock with her cunt muscles, pushed her ass back harder even begged a time or two. I ignored it all and kept to my slow and steady pace.
“Is that all?”
“Yes daddy!”
“Did he touch you?” I played with the dick in her ass. While reaching around with my free hand for her clit.
“No daddy, I didn’t let him.” She was building towards orgasm again, I could feel her pussy walls tightening around my pulsating cock. I squeezed her clit between my fingers and just as she started to cum, let go. She screamed out in anger and pounded her fist into the mattress.
“Oh you wanna play?” I pulled her body back hard until her back was flush with my chest. Grabbing her large breasts in my hands I squeezed them, pulling the nipples away from her body until it became uncomfortable.
All the while I was power driving my dick into her belly hard. I knew her pussy was hurting but she wanted that orgasm so badly she didn’t seem to care.
I fucked her like that for an hour. Bringing her close and then easing off. By the time I emptied my balls inside her she was a crying blubbering mess.
I pulled the fake dick out of her ass without much care and took my cock from her cunt. She still hadn’t cum yet and I wasn’t planning on letting her.
Her eyes followed me when I got off the bed. I reached down and pulled on my jeans but left them unbuttoned. Her ass was still gaping open.
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BELLE
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I hate when he’s like this. So cold and unfeeling. It’s even worse than the spankings. My hoo-hah was aching so bad I wanted to touch it and put myself out of my misery. But I knew from experience that he wouldn’t like that and I’d only end up making things worst for myself.
“Go take a shower.” I climbed out of bed and made my way to the bathroom all the while feeling his eyes on me. Why oh why did I tell him?
Because if he ever found out from someone else things might’ve been much worse. In the last few months I’ve come to know his moods and though he practically spoils me rotten, when he gets like this he becomes someone else.
There is no doubt who’s in charge and although I’d been afraid in the beginning after my failed marriage, I now believe that I can trust him wholeheartedly.
I’ve noticed that he’s ever careful with me, never doing anything he thinks might upset of hurt me, except for times like tonight, when I’ve crossed the line.
I satisfied myself with the thought that he must not be too mad if he’s letting me take a shower to ease the burn. Or so I thought until the hot water hit me and I washed my ass with soap. “Yow!”
I shied away from the water and thought I could get away with a little quickie shower but that was before he opened the shower door and stepped in. “Problem?”
“It stings.” Not only that, but now I had the sight of his hard cock to remind me that there was another type of burning between my legs. My eyes stayed on his cock as he reached for the soap and soaped up the washcloth he took from my hand. I think my mouth actually watered when it bobbed with his movements.
“Open your legs.” I did as I was told and felt instant relief when his hand came down between my thighs and washed me. I rubbed myself against the roughness of the cloth and he let me until that feeling built inside me again, then he pulled away.
I wanted to swear at him, I wanted to punch and bite and kick. I was losing my mind. He turned me around roughly and I felt the cloth against my sore ass. But even that felt good.
He took his hand away and pushed me forward to lean my hands against the wall and before I could say what’s going on, he was inside me.
It felt like a hot poker had been stuffed up my ass and I cried out from the surprise of suddenly having him there. I didn’t even have time to build towards the much needed orga
sm again. He fucked me hard and rough before pulling out and turning me around by my hair.
I was on my knees in front of him with his cock poking at my lips. I gave him a dirty look but he just lifted his brow at me and I opened my mouth like the obedient little woman he’d turned me into.
I sucked him off until he came in my mouth and swallowed his cum appreciatively. I’d grown to love, even crave the taste of him. I smacked my lips and looked up at him with what I was sure had to be a pitiful look. The fiend turned and left.
“Don’t touch yourself Belle.” Well damn, he’d just cut off my only route to fulfillment. I finished my shower, cursing him in my mind as my body, instead of cooling down, only seemed to get hotter.
For once I wish I had the nerve to disobey him, to push him to the limit and see what he’d do. But each time I came close I always pulled back. Sometimes I think he wants me to.
I left the shower with my ass hurting even more than it did when I went in. My nipples were so sensitive that I couldn’t even dry them and forget about between my legs.
I left the bathroom in the short robe I’d left hanging behind the door before I went on my trip, hoping that maybe he would get over his mad and put me out of my misery.
He never could resist me in this robe and I had some other tricks up my sleeve just in case he proves difficult. Either way, come hell or high water, he’s going to put out this itch before the night is over. Damn my ass hurt.
Logan
“Why the fuck are you walking like John Wayne?” Pitiful! Don’t laugh Logan this crazy bitch will scalp your ass. It was close but I held it in.
I know how she gets when I push her too far. The demure society princess turns into a hellcat when she’s sexually frustrated. If I wasn’t so mad at her this shit would be funny.
I knew when she came out of the bathroom in that robe what her game was. She thinks she knows me so well, thinks that because she has me wrapped around her little finger that she can get away with shit.
I lounged back on he bed with my hands behind my head and watched her wiggle her ass across the room. Next she’ll bend over to pick some imaginary thing up off the floor and show me her bare pink pussy.
If that doesn’t work she’d use her whiny voice to get what she wants. Just as I thought I looked over to see her pussy peeping out at me through her legs. I pretended not to see shit. “Logan?”
“Yeah!” That’s supposed to tell me how serious she is, her using my name. The kink doesn’t cross certain lines. When my woman has something to tell me I listen.
But I knew she was just playing me, so decided to play along. “I don’t think you’re being fair.” Is that how she plans on winning this round? I could’ve told her to quit while she was ahead.
I’d watched the video on her iPad and seen enough that she should be getting an ass whipping. Though she’d told me the truth about what happened that night, seeing that shit with my own two eyes had only pissed me off farther.
The dude had rubbed his dick in her face for a good few seconds before she called a halt and he moved on to someone else. I didn’t answer her and she just kept digging. I listened to all she had to say without uttering a word. “You disrespected me.” That’s all I had to say, it was all that was needed.
For the rest of the week leading up to our wedding here was a cold distance between us. She’s allowed to have her own feelings about things and I guess she was sticking to her belief that she’d done no wrong.
No matter how pissed she’d decided to be, I still fucked her at night when we climbed into bed. I still didn’t let her cum though. I’d left her high and dry before out of spite. Her ass needs to apologize.
Neither one of us were going to relent it seems. Which was funny as hell, because we were together on everything else outside of bed. There were last minute wedding plans that had to be taken care of.
The night before the wedding my mother and hers who’d come into town for the wedding got some hair up their ass about me seeing her before the wedding.
I wasn’t pleased with that shit and let my feelings be known. I went out for one last night with some of the guys I’d grown up with who I’d reconnected with since coming home, and when I got back she wasn’t there.
I called her phone, no answer. I went next door, she wasn’t there. I couldn’t find my woman anywhere. I spent the night before my wedding pissed the fuck off and plotting mayhem.
I knew she had to come back at some point because she was getting dressed next door at mom’s so I went to bed biding my time.
No one knew what was going on in my head all the next day, because I played the role very well. I accepted all the well wishes and congratulations from family and friends, all the while seething.
I walked over next door two hours before the wedding was supposed to start and found her upstairs in one of the guest rooms surrounded by women.
There was a flurry of chaos as they tried keeping me out of the room. “You, come here.” I pointed to her where she was sitting getting the finishing touches on her hair.
Mom tried getting in my face but Belle had enough sense to tell her that it was okay. She looked beautiful in her gown and I told her so as I took her hand and led her from the room, down the stairs and out the house.
I pulled her along behind me and headed for the stables. Let whoever was watching think what they will. Once we reached an empty stall I pulled her in and closed the door.
“Where were you last night?”
“I…I was at grandma’s.” She looked nervous as hell.
“What did I say about that shit? Did I not say you were not sleeping away from me?”
“I know but they…”
“Who’s they?” I advanced on her and she backed away until her legs hit the bale of hay behind her. She swallowed hard and looked anywhere but at me.
“Lift up your dress.”
“What?” I put one hand around her throat and squeezed while the other snaked up her thigh beneath her wedding gown.
“I said lift it.” Her hands shook as she obeyed me and I lowered my head and kissed her hard. I know that part of the reason she’d disobeyed me was because she was still mad. But I wasn’t about to let her start our new life together like this.
“Make that the last time you disobey me. Now lay down and spread your legs open for me.” She looked like she wanted to argue but the look on my face stopped her.
She laid back on he bale of hay and I saw her pretty white lace panties with her garter belt and all that other good stuff women wear under their wedding gowns.
I tore the panties off and sniffed her scent before stuffing them in the pocket of my tux. I worked my cock from my pants and straddled her chest, pushing my cock past her lips.
“Get me hard.” She licked my cockhead before sucking it into her mouth. “Play with your pussy, get it nice and wet for my cock.” Her hand went between her thighs and I heard the sopping sound of her fingers going into her. She was already wet the little freak.
I fucked her face until my cock was as hard as it was going to get before pulling out of her mouth. “If you don’t want that dress dirtied up you’d better hold it out of the way.”
She grumbled something but held the dress up higher against her chest. I knelt down between her thighs and pushed my cock inside her.
“I want your tit.” She had to do some maneuvering to get it out the top of the dress but soon I had her tit in my mouth while I fucked into her cunt. Since I’d missed her the night before and had been riding on a mad the whole day, I knew I wasn’t gonna last. “Do you wanna cum?”
“Yes daddy.”
“Is there something you want to say to me?” Her stubborn ass thought about it for a full ten seconds before she finally relented.
I kept stroking into her belly, looking down between us at my cock slicing into her gash. “I’m sorry daddy, I shouldn’t have been there.”
I looked into her eyes as I fucked her and an understanding passed between
us. I pressed down on her clit and bit down on her nipple and felt ripples in her cunt and stomach.
“Cum!” She came loud and hard, fucking her hips up at me until she damn near broke my dick off. “Thank you, thank you, thank you…” She kissed all over my face and forgot to be mad about her dress getting soiled as I fucked my seed into her.
She was a mess and I’m sure it wasn’t too hard for anyone to guess what we’d been up to in the stable, but no one said a word. No one knew that the bride walked down the aisle with cum dripping down her thighs, or that the groom had her torn panties in his pocket either.
Epilogue
LOGAN
“Let go. Belle dammit I said let go.” Her pussy got even tighter around my dick. “You think because your pussy owns my ass that I won’t turn you over my knee huh?”
“What did I do?” She pouted prettily and moved her cunt on my dick.
“Don’t give me that doe-eyed bullshit. Your greedy snatch drained my balls twice already. I gotta go see to the animals baby.” My voice softened as I lowered my head to taste her lips.
She was so fucking soft I didn’t want to leave her. She moaned and fussed at me and I knew she wanted me to get her off one last time before I left for the day.
Her pussy is always ready for my cock. The kind of woman I’ve been looking for my whole life only now I was afraid she was gonna kill my ass.
Her pregnant pussy is always hungry. At first I was afraid that her growing tummy might get in the way but nope. Ever since she got over that awful morning sickness she’s been a cock hungry little nympho. I’ma fuck around and have to get some penile help soon if she keeps this shit up.
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