Bride

by Sara Fields

  “Oh, kitten. You’re so very beautiful,” he murmured, and I blushed, not expecting his kind words right before he was about to whip my bottom with the belt I’d given him. I watched him anxiously as he reached for it, and I tensed as soon as he laid it across my bare flesh.

  “You are to keep your hands in front of you. If you reach back, I will have to bind them, and I’ll start your punishment all over again. Do you understand, kitten?”

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered nervously. I folded my fingers together and hid them beneath my chest, hoping that would be enough to remind me to follow his instructions. He placed one hand on the small of my back and I breathed deeply, trying to do anything to quell my nerves.

  “I love you, kitten,” he said fiercely. He grabbed my chin roughly and captured my lips in an explosive kiss that made my head spin. As he pulled away, I struggled to calm the hammering of my heart.

  The first lash of the belt was harsh, and I sucked in a heated breath. Unlike the spanking over his knee, he didn’t rush to strike me a second time. He waited and let the first one really sink in. The crack of his palm against my backside had been louder, but as the seconds passed, the stinging burn from the belt blazed that much hotter.

  When the second one eventually lashed my backside, the air rushed out of my lungs. I tried to close my lips in order to keep quiet, but it was useless because he quickly followed with a third and I cried out at the sudden terrible pain.

  “Oh, please!” I pleaded and that’s when my belting truly began. He whipped me hard and fast, ensuring to thrash every square inch of my bottom and even down the backs of my thighs.

  At once, my world was consumed by the belt and my backside. Nothing else mattered but the constant stinging lash whipping me.

  Reminding me that I needed this.

  Reminding me that I needed him.

  Teaching me that I was his in the most complete visceral way I could ever imagine.

  “I need you,” I begged.

  “Where do you need me, kitten. Tell me,” he demanded, and the belt didn’t stop. My muscles tensed hard around the firm metal plug, and the belt only fell faster and harder. I wanted him inside me, but I didn’t want to voice it. It was too filthy, too taboo, too impossibly wrong to want so deeply.

  The belt whipped across my backside several times in a row and my breath hitched in the back of my throat. My eyes watered and I whimpered, trying to hold back my tears.

  “Please,” I begged.

  He whipped the middle of each thigh with the belt hard enough that I knew it was going to leave a mark.

  “Please. Please take my bottom hole with your cock,” I finally managed to whisper. I was horrified at myself for asking for such a shameful thing, but as he lay the belt down on the bed beside me, I breathed a sigh of relief. He ran his hands over my scorched flesh, carefully inspected the welts that were still rising from that cruel piece of leather.

  “Good girl,” he said softly, and he sat down on the bed beside me. Slowly, he petted up and down the bare expanse of my spine. His touch was so soothing that the tears that had threatened to fall soon receded into nothingness. My pussy pulsed and I came to the shameful realization that not only was I wet, but I was more soaked than I had ever been. Occasionally, his palm would reach to cup my bottom and I’d suck in a heated breath until his fingers finally slid between my legs once more.

  “Kitten,” he chided, and I blushed hard, knowing that he’d found my secret. “Spread your thighs. Show me how sopping wet this naughty little pussy is.”

  I obeyed, but I hid my face in the covers so he wouldn’t know just how mortified I was for my body to react this way.

  “This makes my cock very, very hard, kitten,” he murmured, and he quickly pushed himself up so that his knees were between my thighs. With a single hard jerk, he lifted me up by my hips and deposited me on my knees. He pressed his pelvis against my right bottom cheek.

  “Can you feel how hard I am for you, kitten?”

  “Yes, sir,” I breathed, blushing furiously even as I battled with my own insatiable arousal. He gripped the base of the plug and slowly fucked my bottom with it, forcing my desire to the surface with dizzying speed.

  “I’m looking forward to teaching this sore little hole a very thorough lesson with my cock,” he said boldly, and I shivered hard before he pulled the plug from me and cast it aside on the bed. It pinched just a little bit and I trembled as the long length of his cock started to push against my pussy. It was blazing hot.

  He positioned himself at my entrance and I moaned as he slid slowly inside me. It was painful, but I was so wet and needy that I welcomed it. I craved him inside me so badly that I wanted every long inch of him and when he finally bottomed out inside me, I practically mewled in excitement.

  He slowly pistoned in and out of me, coating himself with my wetness in the process. A warm liquid dribbled onto my bottom hole, and I stiffened.

  “Shh, kitten. It’s only lubricant. You’ve been such a good girl that I decided to make your first time a little bit easier,” he explained and I slowly relaxed as he spread the lube around my bottom hole with his finger. He slowly worked it inside and I moaned softly, enjoying the softness of his finger over the hard metal of the plugs. “I could probably take this tight little hole just with your own wetness, but I spoil you, don’t I, kitten?”

  “Yes, sir,” I moaned as his cock slid in and out of my pussy. My inner walls clutched at him greedily, fervently enjoying every thick inch of him inside me. I couldn’t quite get used to his massive size, but that made it even more enjoyable for a woman like me.

  I liked that it hurt just a little bit. It made me even wetter just thinking about it. I didn’t really want to admit it, but his finger in my bottom at the same time was only adding to the whole thing. My desire was blazing hot, swirling inside my core with vivid intensity and raging to finally be let out.

  Eventually though, he pulled free from my pussy and removed his finger from my ass.

  “I can see this tight little hole clenching down for me,” he mused, and I squealed in shame. “Are you nervous?”

  “Yes, sir,” I whined.

  For a long time, his eyes perused my skin, taking in my vulnerable state and making me quiver in anticipation. Eventually, the hot head of his cock just pressed against me there. He didn’t move to take me quickly. Instead, he started pushing slowly into me as if he was showing me that he could have me however he wished.

  With my backside still burning from his belt, the feeling of him stretching open my virgin asshole was dauntingly painful. The plugs had stretched me open just a little bit, but his cock was so much bigger than the two metal toys combined. I wailed, feeling like he was splitting me open as the head of his cock finally popped inside me. My tight hole stretched around him, scorching hot agony surging deep into my bottom. It went up and down my spine, a rubber band stretching wider and wider, and I feared that I might snap, but I didn’t.

  My bottom took every last inch of his cock like it was made for it. I struggled as my muscles clenched around him, panicking as he pushed into me. Each time my body tightened, the fierce fire of pain flared hot, but it eventually faded once I got myself under control. When he finally seated himself fully into my virgin bottom, he stilled, and I could feel the heat of his pelvis against the scalded flesh of my punished cheeks.

  “Where is my cock, kitten?”

  “In my bottom, sir,” I whined. My muscles tightened around him involuntarily and a fresh wave of pain poured over me. He pulled out of me just a little and I bit my lip as the ache faded and something else surged forward in its wake.

  Desire. Hot wicked shameful desire for him to fuck my ass so hard that it would leave me aching long after he was through with me. He’d promised me that my bottom would be sore inside and out and I wanted it.

  Why?

  Why did I want that?

  He groaned as he slowly fucked my bottom and my pussy fluttered at the sound of his enjoyment. He
liked this and that made me want to take it even more.

  “You’re so tight, kitten,” he murmured, and I arched my back, feeling him press deeper into me and my clit throbbed hard.

  “Oh, please,” I begged.

  “I’m enjoying myself, kitten,” he answered, and I shuddered with need. “I’ll punish this tight hole soon enough.”

  His words had turned dark, and a fearful shiver raced down my spine. He leisurely fucked my bottom. The more he used me like that, the less it hurt, but the aching burn never quite faded away completely. It smoldered like a smoking campfire, and I gripped the bedsheets beneath my fingers.

  “Reach between your thighs and touch yourself for me. Tease that needy clit,” he demanded. I didn’t hesitate to follow his instruction. My pussy was so wet that my fingers glided over my soaked folds and my entire body clenched down tight. I gasped as a delicious frisson of pleasure tore through me with enough force to take my breath away. Feeling bolder, I circled my clit lightly and delighted in the intense spasms that coursed through my body.

  “You have three orgasms coming, kitten. You will ensure that each one of them is long and hard. I want to feel each one squeeze my cock. If they aren’t hard enough though, I’ll reach between your pretty thighs myself,” he said darkly, and the cadence of his thrusts into my asshole started to pick up.

  “Yes, sir,” I whimpered, and I teased my clit once again. My core shuddered, and a soft gasp escaped my lips as he thrust into me much harder than before. My bottom hole pinched just slightly, but the resulting tremor of desire far outweighed the pain.

  “Once I start fucking this naughty bottom, I’m not going to slow down. I’m going to enjoy this virgin hole for as long as I like. It’s going to hurt, but you’re being punished, aren’t you, kitten?”

  “Yes, sir,” I moaned, and he punctuated each of my words with a hard thrust.

  His fingers dug into my hips, grasping me firmly and I whimpered with open anxiety and unquenchable arousal. My sounds did nothing to deter him, and he growled softly.

  “You have permission to come, kitten,” he murmured and then he pulled his cock almost out of me and slammed it back inside. I cried out immediately as the burning ache returned with a scalding hot flash. There was no time for it to fade away because he only used my bottom hole even more roughly after that.

  For several moments, I struggled to take the harsh treatment and as the pain escalated, I worried that I wouldn’t be able to, but then something inside me twisted hard and the arousal that had only just been kept at bay exploded.

  Greedily, I circled my clit, and it wasn’t long before I was on the precipice of a glorious orgasm. I worried that it would render me undone, but I no longer cared. If Grayson wanted me to break on his cock, I was going to do just that.

  He wasn’t the only one who was going to enjoy this.

  I touched myself as only I knew how, stoking my pleasure and building it until it reached a fever pitch. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer until it took over me completely.

  The sound of him fucking my bottom hole sounded so filthy and wrong, but as my desire rose and rose, I decided that it was perfect. My body was so hot and I practically quaked as he used me.

  “Come for me, kitten. I want to feel this reluctant little hole tighten around my cock,” he demanded, and my world shattered.

  Delicious pleasure rained over me, cascading over my flesh with a vicious intensity that held me captive in its firm embrace. My core squeezed tight, and my inner walls fluttered with need. My pussy was empty and that made the fact that he was taking my bottom as he saw fit that much more painfully consuming and made my orgasm all the harder.

  I shivered through that wonderfully hot bliss and when it eventually faded, everything began to hurt a little more. My bottom hole felt sorer, my limbs more languid, but he showed no signs of slowing down.

  “Oh, please,” I cried out as he cruelly thrust into me. My asshole pinched hard, and I panicked as my body clenched tightly around him, causing one wave of pain after another to blossom outward from the base of my spine to the rest of me.

  “That was only one orgasm, my sweet,” he reminded, and my core twisted with fear.

  “But I…” I began and he roughly smacked my bottom hard, which only made the fucking hurt more.

  “Put your fingers back on that needy clit and come again unless you want to spend some more time over my knee instead,” he warned, and I whined as I reached between my thighs once more. My clit was extremely sensitive, but I touched it anyway. I started tentatively at first, but he growled in warning, and I took heed of it.

  That next orgasm was far more reluctant to come to the surface, but I forced it forward anyway. The thought of being spanked again was daunting when my bottom was already so sore, and I desperately wanted to avoid it. To be honest, I just wanted to keep his cock inside me even if it hurt.

  I teased my clit, coaxing my pleasure forth with raw open need. I moaned as he fucked me harder and my legs began to shake.

  I knew I was close. A strangled cry tore free from me.

  “Come, kitten. Come hard for me,” he murmured. I didn’t say anything because I couldn’t. My body answered him instead.

  My second orgasm had a more ruthless edge, pain and pleasure mixing together interchangeably and ripping me apart from within. I suffered through every second of that release, but it left me more sated than I had ever been. My fingers shook. My legs quaked and I was beginning to have trouble holding myself up.

  His arm wrapped around me and lifted me up against his chest. He never stopped fucking my bottom though and I cried out knowing that I still had one more orgasm to take.

  This time, he took control himself.

  He reached between my thighs and captured my clit with his fingers. His movements were firm and rough and they hurt just as much as I enjoyed them. I keened in his arms. I didn’t know if I could take any more, but I knew I didn’t have much of a choice.

  “Please. Come inside my bottom, sir. Please! I’m sorry,” I begged, and he gently kissed the side of my neck.

  “Not yet, my pretty bride. Your punishment is not yet over,” he answered, and I whimpered with fear. I swallowed hard as he thrust into me brutally hard. I blinked several times, fighting back tears and then his hand started punishing my clit without mercy.

  The pleasure and pain were at war inside me. My defenses were shot. There was nothing left inside of me to fight against that final orgasm, and it was on me before I was ready for it. My breath hitched in my throat as a harsh shudder burst over me.

  This was going to hurt.

  With his arms curled around me, there was nowhere to go and nowhere to run. There was nothing for me to do but take it. He fucked my bottom hole harder and faster and everything inside me broke at the same time.

  I screamed.

  I felt like I was falling into a terrible pool of endless pleasure and consuming agony. My core tore open from within, shaking and twisting and ripping through me with vicious force that took over every breath.

  I suffered.

  That final orgasm was as vicious as it was beautiful, a vacuum of deliciously cruel sensation that obliterated my every waking thought.

  It was agony. It was wonderful. It was pure and utter devastation.

  I sobbed as his seed spurted deep into my bottom, feeling my release climb higher and higher with every last searing lash of his cum. He groaned and I struggled to make it to the other side. My heart hammered wildly in my chest. Every muscle in my body tensed and my bottom hole clenched like a vise around his cock.

  I cried through the rest of that orgasm, feeling the heat of my tears drip down my cheeks. In my haze of painful satisfaction, he gathered me in his arms and gently pulled free of me. He lay on the bed and pulled me against him. I curled against his chest, desperate to listen to the steady soothing cadence of his heartbeat. He gripped my chin and kissed my tears away.

  “Good girl. Such a very good girl,” he murmu
red, and I clutched at him. I never wanted to let go.

  “Sir,” I cried, and he held me even tighter.

  “You’re mine, my sweet bride. Everything about you is mine. Your pain, your pleasure, your tears, your moans. Everything. Forever,” he said firmly.

  “I’m yours,” I vowed, shivering in his arms.

  For a while, the two of us just held each other. I’d needed this and so did he. My entire body throbbed from his cruel roughness, but the connection the two of us shared went far beyond the physical now. My heart was beating for him, and I could hear just how hard his was beating for me.

  “Grayson?” I whispered.

  “What is it, my sweet wife?”

  “What happens now?” I asked hesitantly and I could feel him smile against my head. He kissed me softly, making my core flutter at his gentleness.

  “Our life begins,” he replied. I closed my eyes and just felt.

  Life as Grayson Asher’s wife would never be easy. Sometimes it would feel wonderfully good. Other times it would hurt. Most times would be a bit of both, but that’s what we both needed.

  What we both wanted.

  It wasn’t a life for everyone, but for the two of us, it would be perfect.

  Epilogue

  In the months that followed, I settled into my new life as a billionaire’s wife. Grayson moved me into his penthouse the day that we returned from our honeymoon on his yacht. I returned to work the day after that with my husband’s full backing at our disposal. The final development of my biosynthetic insulin compound surged into overdrive and the long road to federal approval began.

  Grayson didn’t seek to control my career. If anything, he was my biggest supporter. If I needed advice, he would give it, but he never sought to force me to make any decisions when it came to my business.