by Viv Phoenix
“Yes, Callum.” She blinked, staring at my cock.
Snake moved by himself, that’s how he got his name. It wasn’t the snake being charmed, it was the girl. I was going to train her up right.
“Good girl, Sy.”
“Please, Callum, I want to please you.”
I loved that breathy, pleading sound in her voice.
She opened her mouth for me.
I filled it. She sucked and licked like she was starving.
“That’s it. Lick me like a frozen pop. Slow down, beautiful. That’s it. Take my cock in your mouth.” She gobbled me between her lips, out to get me to the root. “No, not so greedy yet. Feel the head on your tongue. Now suck. Flick your tongue right under my cock head. Feel for that knot underneath where I shoot.” She got it with her sweet pink tongue, looking up at me with her big eyes. “Ah, that’s it. Good Sy. Work me right there. Yes. Yes.”
“Mm mm,” she hummed on my cock. She sent a vibration through Snake I felt right to my ass.
“You do it all, this time. Suck me good. I’m not going to fuck your face. You worship my cock with your mouth. Show me how much you love me. Show me how grateful you are that I fuck you with this big cock. I opened you up for your first time. You want to thank me, don’t you?”
Her eyes looked so big as she slid her lips up and down.
“Ouch. Wrap your teeth now. Like this.” I pulled my lips over my teeth the way me and my brothers did years ago making horse’s ass jokes. “You keep those teeth covered, drool on my cock, and slide up and down real sweet to make me feel good. No teeth on me, Sy.”
She slid her lips up my cock real slow and let him out with a pop.
I groaned. Air touched me where her lips had, cooling her saliva.
“Yes, Master.”
I took hold of her long hair, wrapping it around my fists. I guided her to give me slow, even strokes. Her lips were so sexy on my cock.
She got back to work, sucking me so good, understanding deep inside her this was what she was for. So good. Sy was going to make me a fine wife. It took all my control to stick to my own instructions and let her do the sucking. My muscles bunched and jumped in my arms, making my tats dance. My hula girl shook. I wanted to take Sy by her skull with my hands yanking her hair and pump my cock right down her tight throat. Snake belonged in there. I let out a long breath, and let her do it. She was eager, but clumsy. The sweet part about her being a virgin was she was so crazy to please me. The tough part is she didn’t have any idea what she was doing.
“Slow down now. Make it feel good. Lick easy and sweet all over me. There you go.”
I let her keep at it, her shy hands sliding up my thighs, squeezing my muscles, squeezing my ass. It was sexy how she acted like she was sneaking cake or something. I liked her touching me.
She gurgled, she hummed, she slid down too far and she gagged.
I gave her her head, and she gave me head. I liked it. She was going to need a lot of training, a lot of practice. We had plenty of time.
She came up for air and rubbed her jaw.
“You getting tired, beautiful?”
“I’ll never get tired of you, Callum.” Her voice was sexy-husky from choking on me.
Her wavy hair felt silky on my hands and trailed over her shoulders. That long, dark hair sliding against her ass as she walked down the road called me, made me take her to be mine.
She pushed her head back down, lips caressing me. Oh, yeah. She slid her throat over my cock head, took me to the root. Oh. Oh. Sweet. I gripped her hair, held her there. Her throat worked me. I came close to exploding. I breathed real slow, making it last.
I caressed her shoulders, slid my hands down and massaged her breasts. They felt so good filling my hands. I rocked them real slow and teased her nipples with my thumbs. She closed her eyes, humming with pleasure on my cock. So good. The Lord made her to give pleasure. She needed me to show her her place.
Her face glowed and her lips looked so juicy and lush on me.
“Oh, you’re good, so good. Suck me, Sy, suck me like you want everything I have to give you.”
She sucked me hard, so enthusiastic. With more training, she was going to be fantastic. I needed to take her, control her, fill her.
I reached down and pinched her nipples. Easy, then hard. She yelled on my cock. Her throat opened, vibrated, squeezed on me good. I came, all the way down her throat, going off like a rocket.
My fiancee drank all my load right down.
“Good girl, so good, Sy.”
I eased out, Snake limp and happy. I pulled Sy up and onto my lap, wrapped my arms around her, and rocked her on my chest, kissing her all over her dear face.
“My good girl. My beauty, my love.”
“I like making you happy, Callum.”
“You do, Sy, you do. You make me so happy I could about burst.”
“You just did.” She giggled.
I kissed her laughter, drinking it from her swollen lips.
My bride. Mrs. Callum Blake to be. All mine.
I wanted to believe I could go out to do what I had to do, and she’d still be here when I got back. Most of my heart thought for sure she’d stay. But we’d had hunting dogs we thought were loyal that took off. You might think someone was loyal or broken in until they were untrue. I didn’t want to face that with Sy. That would hurt my heart. Someday I’d face it, but not yet.
She could stand a lot more training.
I went down to the basement and nailed that bathroom window shut tight.
Outside, I nailed two two by fours across it, vertical like prison bars. I knew her behind wouldn’t fit through there, but she tried it once. I didn’t want her to hurt herself, or stick her head out there and yell. I was responsible for her now. I had to take care of her, protect her from herself for her own good. I wasn’t going to let her make me mad.
I got a tow chain out of the garage and one of Goliath’s old collars. I missed that old hound, and I missed Pa. I was a family man now. I’d have plenty of company in time, as soon as Sy started popping out our young.
At Pa’s workbench I cleaned and polished up that old collar so it would smell and feel good on my bride.
Doc Henfield in town was an understanding man. He wouldn’t say a word if she still needed to be on leash when her time came. City folk made fun, but there were good things about living in a little town out in the sticks. People minded their own business and a man’s home was his castle. If I wanted my bride chained in my castle, that was nobody’s never mind, or whatever it was Grandpa used to say. I chuckled and hefted that chain over my shoulder, trudged back to the house.
My boots were wearing out. I’d have to order some new size 13s for the wedding. Wouldn’t do to wear mud-crusted clodhoppers with a split on the side for our big day.
I took the chain and collar to the basement, arranged them on the bed nice like. I liked to give surprises to my bride.
At the top of the stairs, I took a look down at the pretty dress I bought her. It still waited there, not worn for our first time as I intended, because Sy was bad. She’d learn to obey. She’d have to learn. I couldn’t be worrying about her running off every time I wanted to leave the house. A man couldn’t live like that. But for awhile, yes. I’d take precautions. I watched all kinds of TV shows and I learned things. I’d seen the ones where the girl plays along. She pretends she wants what you want, then runs away as soon as you let your guard down. I couldn’t believe it of Sy.
I knew I made her feel real good. I gave her orgasms. My brother Jesse taught me to tell the real ones from the fake. The flush on her chest, the wetness and swelling between her legs, the sounds she can’t control told the truth. Sy came like a locomotive. And she gushed. You can’t fake that.
Up by the front door, I reached into her coat pocket and took out her phone. I meant to get rid of it sooner, but she had me so pussy struck I hadn’t gotten to it. I had to get to it now. I turned it on. It let me right in the way she did. I che
cked her browser history. I chuckled. Last thing she did online was check penis size. Sure enough, my inches were up there at the top, with a tiny percentage of men in the whole world being this big. Why’d she go and look that up for? She must of been impressed. I grinned so wide my face stretched. She was a lusty, brainy woman. I had my hands full and then some. I didn’t mind. She was more woman than I ever imagined I could have. I had to train her, though. It might be rough for a few days. She might not like me some, but she’d love what I was going to do to her. I learned a lot of it from those books she liked so much. I was the alpha she’d been longing to have claim her. By the time I finished with her, she’d never want to leave.
I turned her phone off and put it in my jeans pocket. I’d get it and its GPS far away from us before her billionaire old man came looking.
She sat curled on the armchair where I left her, sunlight gleaming on her hair and plush skin. Damn.
“Come with me. It’s alright,” I coaxed her.
She looked at me all suspicious but she came.
At the top of the basement stairs she balked.
“Come on, come with me. You promised to obey. I have a reward for you for getting me off so good.”
“You do? What kind of reward? You have to come down and see.”
She obeyed. She was catching on.
“Get undressed and spread out on the bed.
She spied the collar and chain and took a step back.
“Take it easy. No harm’s coming to you. You’re going to like this.” I bit my tongue.
It was better not to say anything about all those women getting tied up and held down in her dirty romance books.
You’d think none of them were eager for fucking the way they wanted to be forced into it. Sy sure as hell was eager for it. She went crazy on my cock.
I helped her get comfortable with her arms and legs spread. I raised her head and rolled her on her side to move her hair so it wouldn’t get pulled. I liked pulling that long, sexy hair, but getting it pulled by accident wouldn’t feel good to her. I wanted her to get used to feeling pleasure from me, even when there was pain. No accidental discomforts.
That reminded me.
“Get on up. You should pee first.”
I led her into the bathroom.
“You’re going to watch?” She eyed the blocked window and her mouth fell open.
“Sure I am. I am almost your husband.”
Her mouth opened and shut.
She huffed out a breath and did as she was told.
I handed her a wash cloth. “You freshen up and come back to me.”
I got the chains positioned.
She got back on the bed with no coaxing and lay the way I had her.
“Good girl. I like it when you obey.” I tied a scarf around each wrist and ankle. She watched me, big-eyed. “This is to protect your pretty skin.”
I wrapped the chain around the bed leg, looped it around her wrist and pad locked it. As long as she didn’t get crazy, she wouldn’t hurt herself.
“What are you doing? Callum, what are you doing?” Her voice broke squeaky.
She didn’t trust me much, I saw that in her eyes.
It hurt me.
“Don’t you worry none. I got you. You’re safe with me. You relax now, Mrs. Callum Blake to be.” I rested my hand on her rounded belly.
I didn’t use protection when I broke her in. She might already be on her way to having our baby. That would make her a mother to be, too. One of those big all-for-Sy smiles took over my face.
I went around the bed and pulled the chain through, wrapped it around the other bed leg. She didn’t try nothing while I was down there. That was good. I locked the chain around her other wrist. Damn, she looked good, all soft and naked. I liked that, her all exposed to me and legs spread while I was still dressed with my boots on. It felt right. It was the way things were supposed to be. Sy was in her place, and all was right with my world.
“Callum, why are you chaining me up down here?”
“Don’t fret, Sy. I’m making you secure. I’m going to blow your mind. You’ll like it.” Her breathing got fast like an animal you’re hunting. It got me more excited. I chained her ankles the same way, anchored to the other bed legs. No way she’d get away.
I smiled down at her, the way that made my nose wrinkle. I bent over and kissed her real slow. I ran my hands up her sides and stroked her breasts. I rolled her nipples between my fingers. She moaned. She couldn’t help it, she liked me handling her. I went easy on her breasts, stroking all around them admiring how full and rounded they were. I blew on her nipples and kissed them. I chewed one enough to make her wriggle. I chewed the other one while flicking on the first one. I sucked it and flicked it faster, she moaned, her head arching back. Her toes curled. Yes.
I caressed her legs, climbing up the inside of her thighs. So silky. I caught her scent. I inhaled her. I kissed her pussy. She gasped. I rubbed my thumb up and down and around her little knot up at the top of her lips where she went crazy. She shook for me. She looked so good in the chains. Her eyes glazed. She jolted. Felt like electricity hitting her. I thumbed her right there. She moaned. I slid down her body and replaced my thumb with my tongue. She moaned, writhing against my face. I slid my finger way up inside her and pumped it like my cock. Going slow and easy, I suck her bud between my lips and flicking on it the way I taught her to do on my cock knot. She flung herself in those chains, bucking against my face unbroken as a wild mustang.
I broke her. I went at her clit right where she needed it. With the power of my arms, I yanked her against my face and kept her there for eating her.
She cried out. Her juices gushed. All her muscles tensed and shook with her sounds out of control, harsh and deep from way inside her. I pushed my finger deep, pushing upward, making her gush again, hot and wet, taking her clit, not letting up. She bucked hard upward banging my chin, crying out like her life was over. She clanked the chains, her head and toes digging into the bed. Spent, she collapsed. I kept my hands on her, easy her down, guiding her away from the wet spot.
I licked her off my lips and beard, wiped my face on my hula lady.
“Callum, I love you.”
“I know that. I love you, too, Sy.”
I wanted to be sure of her. Almost, I wanted to leave her unlocked, but I didn’t do it.
Kissed her slow, I pressed all the meaning of my love on her plush mouth. I slid my arm under her knees, lifted her and put a folded towel under her to get her off the wet spot. I patted her sweet pussy dry. She looked like an angel, like a good girl. She looked like my dreams come true. Her big eyes were half shut, sleepy. I kissed her eyelids and her cute chin.
“You rest and be good. I’ll be back soon.”
“You’re leaving me chained?”
“I’m leaving you chained.”
I walked away, right up the stairs. I shut the door and locked it. With all my will I made sure I heard nothing from the house as I headed for my truck. You couldn’t be soft when you were training. I had to be strong for both of us. I was the master she’d been diddling herself to all those books about. I was going to do this right.
There was no turning back now. I patted her phone in my pocket to be sure.
Betsy started on the first try. I patted the dash and headed her down the driveway. I’d ditch Sy’s phone and get right back.
At the stop light in town, I put on my wide brimmed hat and my shades. I turned up my collar. I looked like one of those bad guys on TV. Knew it worked, though. They couldn’t get facial recognition on their cameras if they couldn’t get a fix on your face. My shades was so big, they took out my cheekbones.
My thumbs were sweating as I looked through her phone. I found two sexy selfies I didn’t have yet. She’d have to make me some more. I deleted all her sexy photos. I didn’t want no other man looking at her. I wiped off the phone good.
I wrapped it in a new handkerchief Pa never got to use. He would of liked being part of
me getting to take a bride. I smiled for him. Missed him every day, but he was with me. He was with me now, same as he was when we did that corkscrew-mooching trespassing tourist’s bride.
I parked on the back street a couple blocks down and ducked out of my truck. I stayed hunched over to hide my height. Few men around were tall as me. I hid my big hands in my pockets and slouch walked to the bus depot. I checked the destination signs on the buses. The good Lord was with me. New York. I read some posters and waited till there was a push of people. Quick as a greased pig, I slipped through and tossed Sy’s phone in the luggage compartment. I headed back the way I came, snaking through the folks boarding.
I brushed my hands together and sauntered back to old Betsy. All done. I’d hoped for a long distance bus, and the good Lord answered my prayer: New York, Sin City. That’ll do it. Her billionaire daddy can send some private dicks after that bus. By the time he finds Sy right down the hill from his mansion, we’ll be married in the eyes of the state and God. Not a damned thing he can do about it then. His daughter will married and knocked up by the white trash he’s frowned down on since he arrived in the hollow. Mr. Thompson thought he was too good to so much as buy toilet paper from the likes of us. Fuck Mr. Billionaire. He lost his daughter and I found her. Didn’t expect she’d find me, too. That was some woman I had chained in my basement.
Snake pushed out my pants wanting out. Yeah. Easy now. I still have to drive home. Yeah, Snake. Soon as we get there, we’ll give my bride another hard ride. She might as well get used to me. I have needs.
I parked Betsy in the shade, jumped out and ran into the house. There weren’t any sounds coming from the basement. I pounded down the stairs.
“Sy, I’m home.”
Sy
Callum sounded like more than 200 pounds of mean and crazy clomping down the stairs to the basement. It didn’t matter how big and scary he was, all my fury was going to flay him.
“Unchain me now.” My voice shook. “How dare you. You do not chain up another human being.” Something crossed his face. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he bit his tongue. It wasn’t the first time I sensed he had a secret he didn’t want me to know.
