"You're beautiful...but this is definitely not the dress I thought I'd see you in today..." How does she manage to blush so easily after a night of blushing at everyone's compliments and comments?
"But you like it?" She's been nervous about what I would think.
"Yes..."
"Your choices were nice...but...well..."
"I didn't see any of the dresses...I only stressed that you be modest and covered up, nothing strapless."
"I'm covered!" I run my fingertips across her lower back, she blushes again, "Mostly covered...."
"Well...at least this doesn't look like it'll be difficult to get you out of..."
"Noooo." She laughs her sweet, high giggle, "I've had to stand very tall with my shoulders back all night to keep it up."
"I like you with good posture...a new rule." She pouts slightly at my grin. "For choosing a dress that every man there pictured falling off of you." I pull the dress gently off her shoulders and it drops quickly, exposing just the top of her nipples. Her blush runs further down.
I pull first one sleeve off, then the next. The dress drops to the floor, revealing only a tiny white thong underneath. I help her step out of this to the side. "Keep the heels on." She smiles wickedly at me.
I walk her by the hand to the bed.
I undo my tie and Lucy pushes the shoulders of my jacket back. I pull it off. I pull my shirt out of my pants quickly and Lucy is already unbuttoning the top buttons; we meet down the middle. She kisses my chest, running her tongue across my skin, biting with tiny teeth marks. I smile. My eager girl.
I drop my pants and my cock pokes at the top of my boxers. I've been hard since watching her walk down the aisle. Her sweet smile. Her submissive looks down. Her vows in front of everyone.
Hell, I've been hard since this morning, picturing her tonight. And she's exactly how I imagined. Her smile sweet...with a little edge of daring. She tempts me to take her rough. But I want tonight to be gentle for her...well...a little gentle anyway...
I grab her shoulders roughly and she cries out as I toss her onto the bed. She's laughing though as she lands, bouncing.
"Come here, wife." I stand near the edge of the bed. She knows this is one of my favorite positions. I can get into her so deep, holding her against me. She moves so her legs fall over the side of the bed, her pussy pushed past the edge. I push my boxers off and move closer to her.
"Put your legs up on my shoulders." She grins. I grab her ankles as her heels delicately point up to the ceiling. I bend a little to kiss her right thigh, running my stubble and lips up and down. She giggles.
I stop on my lips' travel back up, "I shouldn't have to tell you where to put your hands, baby." She quickly moves them behind her head. I smile. Her obedience makes my cock even harder. "Good girl." I pull her legs up tight against my chest, bending forward into her.
Pushing my cock down with my hand, I place the tip into her, "You are my good girl, aren't you?" I push in just an inch.
She moans, "Yes, Sir!" She opens her eyes again, "Please...I need you..." Her voice, her smile, she licks her lips, all so sweet.
I can barely hold my lust back. I jackhammer into her with all of my strength, all of my thick stiff cock. It's an animal need, to stick my cock between her wet legs, to tear her moans from her, to remove all false sense of civilized love. To bring her face to face with the truth. She married an animal. I will have her. So much for being gentle.
I push into her, pinning her legs against me, holding her ankles painfully, lifting her lower body onto my thrusts. Her squeals and cries only make me fuck her harder, faster. I don't care if this is hurting her, her tiny cries only make me harder, stopping me from cuming, pumping me more full of lust for her.
Her moans mingle with whimpers and I'm lost, I shoot into her with my last thrust. She shudders and rocks in my hands, her legs twitching against me. I wait for her last movements, before lowering her legs onto the floor.
"I don't think I can get up," she's smiling at me from the bed.
I feel a little lightheaded myself. I put my hand out and pull her up to stand next to me. Even in heels, she’s tiny. Her nipples are hard and brush against me as she moves. A tickle, a charge, a whip to my heated skin.
She turns to move towards the bathroom, but I grab her arm. I'm getting hard again. "Going somewhere?" I watch as her stomach flutters with a quick breath in. Her nipples stay hard and her eyes go soft again.
"No, Sir." She responds so quickly, it'll be her undoing tonight.
I know that I have to have all of her. The one part of her I haven't claimed yet. Her look of fear is only a flutter in response to the change in my grin. "Lose the heels and get back on the bed."
"On your knees." I watch as she rolls over and pulls herself up to her hands and knees. Her hair falls to the side and she looks back at me. I know she thinks I'm going to spank her. She has one coming.
"I'm not going to spank you, little girl." And she frowns. I want to kiss her frown, that she wanted a spanking tonight. I have another punishment in mind. "But I am going to hurt your ass."
Her quickly changing expression is almost enough to make me laugh and lose my hard on. But her sole plea has me rock hard, "Please...no." She hasn't moved, she knows it would be no use. But her eyes are wide with fear and pleading.
"You are my wife. My property. And I'm claiming all of you tonight, little girl."
She lowers her head, her hair veils pools on the bed. A shudder runs up her back. A tiny, "Yes, Sir," emerges from her forest of curls, but she keeps her head down.
I should relent. I should say that her willingness is enough for me. I've never really been into it that much. But the thought of any part of her untouched by me...I can't have that. It's an animal thing.
I get on the bed behind her, on my knees and she whimpers. She thinks I might stop if she begs with her little sounds. She should know I won't.
I put my hands gently on her hips and she automatically bolts forward in fear. I pull her roughly back to me with a growl. Her whimpers and whines excite me more. I take a few breaths to calm us both.
"Try to relax, baby." She takes one deep shattered breath in and out. And God, how I love her, she arches her back to me automatically.
I rub my right hand around her hip to find her clit, still swollen and wet. She gasps when I squeeze and rub her, an animal moan to match mine as I enter her pussy. She's still dripping wet.
"You're not...?" The hope and relief in her voice should stop me, but I only feel harder at the thought of how much she doesn't want this.
"Just getting wet to make it a little easier on you, little girl." My voice is cruel. I like that she cries at this, her back and ass moving with a single sob of breath. But her pussy tells a different story, her clit swells even more. I know my cruelty excites her. Her mind may not want this, but her body needs to be claimed.
"Take a deep breath and hold it until I'm inside you." I pull out as she gulps air in. I keep my fingers on her clit and gently, slowly push into her ass. She cries out, a tearing of her lungs and ass. I stay half in her, waiting for her to calm her breathing again, only pressing her clit hard. I don't move my hips.
When she stops moving, I push in deeper and she only whimpers. I start rubbing her again and pull out slowly, halfway. Watching my cock pull at her hole, I have to breathe to stop from cuming. I want this to last. I want to take my time hurting her. I am an animal, a monster. And I love it.
I push in hard and she screams out. But this only fuels my lust now. Her pussy drips on my fingers. I pull out further, slowly. She moans a long "No" sound, not quite saying it. But she stays in place, waiting.
"Tell me you want me."
She shakes her head, but cries out haltingly, "I want you."
I shove into her, the tight hole resisting and pulling against me. Her scream melts quickly to a crying moan.
I pull out to the tip and push back in slowly, pushing hardest when I'm pressed against her ass. She bends forward
but I yank her hip back into me. "If you move again, I'll take the belt to you and start over."
"I'm sorry!" She shakes and cries.
I keep pulling out and pushing in hard, slow. I shove two fingers into her swollen pussy and her pain is overwhelmed by her need to cum. Her ass clenches and unclenches me and I'm unable to hold back. Her screams are overpowered by my animal howl above her as I fuck her ass hard, cuming deep in her.
I pull out quickly and she collapses forward, mewing soft cries into the bed, shaking still. I get off the bed and go to the shower to clean up quickly. I start a bath for her.
She's standing when I return to the room. She's pale and shy. Her cheeks stained with tears and makeup. Her hair a mess. She won't meet my eyes. I took her to an animal place too. She came hard.
I put my arms out and she squeezes into me. "I started you a bath. Take your time." I kiss her head and she walks slowly away. I know I hurt her. I know all of her belongs to me.
She stops at the door and turns, still not meeting my eyes though. "Thank you, Sir."
I let her walk way, but my cock is hardening again. I grin to myself, propping up in bed to wait for her. We're not going to get much sleep tonight.
Chapter 12 HER
Curled up under a cashmere blanket, the sound of the jet engines and the soft flight attendant voices relaxes me, but I can't sleep. Max made me lie down on the sofa for a little bit, but I'm too wired. I want to pinch myself. He's been extravagant before, but this was beyond my wildest dreams.
Me, little corn-bred small town girl, in a private lux jet on my way to Rome. I've only been to Italy once before. And not in this kind of style! I look around at the muted tan tones and deep wood work of the plane. We've had non-stop offerings of food and drink. The bathroom has a shower and a large vase of orchids. I think this jet is as big as my apartment was. I snuggle into the deep sofa more, I could get used to this.
Max walks towards the back where I am and I quickly close my eyes. "You're not fooling me..." He rubs my head and sits on the sofa next to me.
I open one eye. "I tried to sleep, honest...I'm just too excited! I don't want to miss anything!"
He laughs and moves so I can sit up next to him. "I'm excited to show you Italy too. This is my second favorite place in the world. Ron used to take us every summer for a family trip when Jake and I were younger." He pulls me onto his lap and looks at his watch. "We'll be landing in about forty minutes. Our hotel's on the north side of the city."
"What time will it be in Rome when we land?"
"We should get there a little before 5:30...should give us enough time for an aperitivo and passeggiata before dinner." He tweaks my nose.
"I'm glad you picked Italy for our honeymoon...Thank you! For everything so far, Max!" I kiss him, exploring with my tongue, tasting the strawberry still on his lips. I feel the familiar longing that this creates in us both. His cock hardens.
He holds me back, laughing. "You'll have to wait till we're in our room for that, baby!"
"OK...but your walk may need to be delayed, Mister!"
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"This bed is like a great big bag of fluffy goodness! I could stay in it all day! And look at this canopy...it's a cloud!" I sit up, pulling a surrounding thick white curtain onto the bed.
"You better get up and get ready for dinner or you'll be enjoying a close up view of that bed post, little girl." He's smiling at me though. He pulls our luggage up onto the stands waiting for them. I jump out of bed and unzip mine next to him, still nude. He already took a shower and has his pants on.
"Where are we eating...fancy or casual?" My luggage is full of new skirts, tops, and dresses. Max insisted I visit Cassandra at Needless again and have her pick out appropriate things. I was irritated that she knew where we were going on our honeymoon, when I didn't. But I do love all my new stuff.
"Casual tonight I think...I haven't made any reservations...we'll just follow our noses to a good spot." He tweaks my nose again.
I stop smiling when I see him holding the belt. I didn't know he'd packed it. He smiles at the pout on my face. "Put this away and get ready quickly. I'll be downstairs having a drink." He kisses my cheek.
I put the belt in the closet and walk back slowly, still pouting. I thought our honeymoon would be a spank-free time at least! My butt still aches from last night.
I watch as he finishes dressing. A lightweight sports coat covers the light blue shirt and his strong shoulders. My strong, handsome husband.
"I'm starving! Get ready!" He playfully smacks my hip. But he adds a little sternness, "I'm giving you thirty minutes to be downstairs," he looks at his watch, "That's exactly 7:30."
"Yes, Sir." But I continue moving slowly towards the marble bathroom, watching him. Once I hear the door to our room close, though, I hurry to get ready. This hotel smells like heaven! Even the toilet paper is scented! I open every jar of fancy salts and soaps, choosing a rich amber colored one for a hot bath.
We had a gift of champagne, strawberries, mini-tarts, a candle, and chocolates waiting for us in the room. I finish my glass of champagne and nibble a little chocolate before running out the door.
In the small elevator, I adjust my boots and twist the hem of my dark blue dress around the right way. I didn't wash my hair, since it wouldn't be dry in time, just pulled it up in a loose knot. And I'm not wearing any makeup. I smile at myself in the mirrored panel...just the way Max likes me.
I look at my watch. Dammit! I didn't adjust for the time change, but I can still tell that I have only minutes to find him downstairs. I tap my heel impatiently waiting for the elevator door to open.
Unfortunately it opens on the second floor and an Italian couple gets on...slowly, squeezing together next to me. I smile, but I'm still tapping my foot. As soon as the doors open again, I dash out and look around. I can hear laughter coming from a bar area and head in that direction, hopeful.
I see Max sitting at the bar, drinking a glass of wine and laughing with another man and the bartender. He smiles at me and looks at his watch. I stop myself from looking at mine, still hopeful.
"Here is la mia bellissima moglie, Lucy." He introduces me to the man and the bartender. I smile as he puts his arm around me and kisses my cheek. "Right on time, baby." I breathe a sigh of relief.
Max continues talking to the man who turns out to be a small town official from Michigan named Ben. Max keeps his arm on me and gives me his seat, but he doesn't order me a drink of my own and only gives me a sip of his wine. The bartender asks with gestures and smiles if I'd like anything, but I look to Max to answer, just as he would like. He only shakes his head imperceptibly, so I decline with a small smile.
I've actually become very used to this aspect of our relationship...he orders everything. I wait...for his pleasure....and he gives me little gifts of drinks and food...what he thinks I'll like or knows I'll want. I blush thinking of how this makes me feel, how this makes me think....like a puppy waiting for a bone...a treat...from my Master.
"Would you like a glass of wine, Lucy...I have a bottle open...?" Ben lifts his own glass and leans towards me.
I'm feeling bold, being far from home, so before Max can answer, "No, thank you. If my husband wants me to have anything, he'll order it for me." I look shyly up at Max who has his crooked grin up with a raised eyebrow. He lifts my chin slightly with his finger and kisses my cheek. I know I've pleased him and my pussy gets that jolt from my stomach again.
"You are a very lucky man, Max..." Ben stares at me though as he says this.
I was feeling bold...and I don't like this man. Something about his overbearing, overly loud nature. I know, don't judge a book...but after interviewing thousands of people, I trust my instincts when it comes to quick judgments like this.
"Yes. I am. And we should get going. Lucy, I'll be right back, I'm going to drop the key with the front desk." He kisses my cheek again and walks away.
"So..." Ben smiles at me and leans in again. "Do you want that drink no
w that your husband isn't watching...?" He almost spills his glass sloshing it over my legs.
"No...No thank you." I look towards the direction Max left. And this creep puts his hand on my knee. My instincts kick in and I slap his hand hard. "Get your hand off me!" I say this louder than I intended, the bartender is quickly over to our side again. But Ben just sits back and laughs at me.
Before Max, I probably would've handled that a little differently. I wouldn't have been so quick to show my anger at being pawed by a stranger. I would've tried to be politely firm, maybe gently pushed his hand off or moved my leg to lose it. I never liked overly friendly pushy men before Max, but now I see that I don't have to allow a man to get away with touching me like that. I don't need to be polite to inappropriate strangers.
Max returns and takes my hand while I stand. He leans over the bar and leaves an extra tip for the bartender with a nod. Before moving away though, he turns his head and says quietly, very close to Ben, "Touch my wife again and there might be a story about you being thrown into the Tiber in tomorrow's La Repubblica." Max doesn't move, but when Ben sits back more, he steps away.
When we're outside, I quickly turn to Max and put my hands on his chest, "You're not mad at me, you can't be mad at me?!"
He smiles and presses my hands against his chest. "No, baby, you did fine. That guy was just an asshole." He puts his arm around me and turns us onto the street to walk. "Let's head down the Via del Corso for a while and we'll find a place to eat on a side street."
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"My feet are killing me...I don't think I could've walked another step today!"
"Not even for another scoop of stracciatella?" He's laughing at me. We've had gelato at least once for the last seven days and I always get the same one.
"Not even for that!"
The sun has set and the lights of the city shine back at us. The night air is warm enough that the restaurant's terrace is still candlelit and we can enjoy a drink outside before our reservation.
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