He pushes through the muscle and I gasp in pain. Then he flips me around, his finger still in my ass, his legs still pinning me tightly to him.
“Stand straight,” he warns, and then he starts to finger fuck me.
Even though he’s only penetrating me with one finger, he’s thrusting hard, and I yelp in pain. Still, I manage to stay upright… at first. After a while, under the force of his continued thrusting, I can’t help but keel over a bit, supporting myself by placing my hands on my knees. He doesn’t seem to mind, though. He only thrusts into me harder.
Then he nudges my thighs apart, and I hope he’s going to touch me where I need him to. Instead, he chuckles in amusement.
“Already wet, are we? This is supposed to be a punishment, pet.”
He keeps thrusting, and I can’t help but arch my bottom more, offering him the space between my thighs. The finger-fucking is electrifying my core, but it’s not enough to make me come. I whimper in frustration.
“Tsk, tsk,” he chuckles. “Bad girl.”
He keeps his hands resolutely away from my pussy as he keeps fucking my ass with his finger. At last, he withdraws and pulls me back over his lap. I tilt my head back, hoping for a kiss at least, but he merely laughs.
“I think I’m going a little too easy on you,” he murmurs, sliding a hand over my stomach. “This is your wedding night after all. That calls for a more memorable punishment.”
My heart palpitates, wanting him to claim me completely. “You could… fuck me.”
He barks out a laugh and my face flames. “Or don’t,” I snap. “I don’t want you to.”
Grinning, he grabs me and lets me fall down on the bed. I’m still seething at the thought that he finds me adorable when I’m furious, when I hear him zip open the suitcase. Curiosity takes the place of anger when he takes out a satin eye mask and handcuffs.
Again, my body betrays him. I’m pissed off, but I still wanthim.
I want him to fuck me.
So I let him blindfold me and imprison my wrists in cuffs. He keeps my legs free, merely nudging them apart and stuffing a pillow between them so I can’t close them.
Another sound, this time of soft leather being removed from the suitcase. My heartbeat picks up as I feel him drag a flogger over my ass. I moan with nervous anticipation and thrill as he brings it down upon me, first softly, then a little harder, causing a sting that only serves to make me wetter.
“I’m going to spank that anger right out of you,” he breathes, and I find myself wanting him to.
Flog me. Fuck me. Own me. Don’t give me a choice.
The next stroke is even harder, and I can’t help but writhe in reaction. That seems to light a fire under him, and soon he’s flogging me hard and fast as I squirm, trying to escape the relentless blows. He strikes me on my bottom, my thighs, even between my thighs—especially between them. For a while I resist, but at last, I’m lying still, panting hard, somewhere between exhaustion, submission, and a weird sort of sensation that I expect isn’t so different from a runner’s high. And I know I’m drenched, drops of arousal trickling down my thigh. He comments on it in amusement.
“No coming tonight, my pet,” he warns, chuckling.
“But it’s my wedding night,” I protest, and he rewards me with another stinging blow.
Then he lies down beside me, rubbing away the pain. “It’sourwedding night, and my new bride is going to obey me. It’s in our wedding vows, and I’ll never let you forget it.” He marks a pause. “I want to wait till we’re in our house to consummate our marriage. I have every intention of fucking you senseless tomorrow.”
I writhe against the pillows. I need it now. But he merelychuckles again.
“I’ll let you have something, though. I’ll deflower another part of you.”
He pushes a finger into my ass again, and I groan, part disappointment, part need. This is better than nothing.
But when he adds a second finger, then a third, I wince.
“Relax, my darling,” he murmurs. “Open for me. It’ll be less painful if you relax.”
He sits up again and goes around me, his fingers still inside me as his other hand spreads my legs more and props me up with more cushions. Then he withdraws and I inhale sharply, feeling a much larger presence push against the ring of muscle.
“Relax,” he cautions again.
I close my eyes, trying to breathe in deeply, but he doesn’t give me much time to prepare. Coating his cock in my arousal, he starts to push in, slow and steady. He’s forcing himself in, pushing past the barrier my body’s put up without my permission.
