Married.And alone.
Chapter twenty-eight
Fuck,I have to get my wife out of this goddamn church so I can fuck her. I’m not opposed to a little sacreligion, but I went to a hell of a lot of effort to get our cabin ready on short notice, and I’m not risking anything interrupting me. I plan to defile this sweet cunt a hundred ways before we return to the real world, and I need to make sure she’s pregnant so that everyone canseeshe’s mine. She can take her rings off, but even if another man is inside her, it’ll be impossible to ignore that she’s full of me.That I’ve filled her up.Made her swollen, uncomfortable, and exhausted from the effort of growingmychild.
Goddammit.Fuck.
My tuxedo pants threaten to succumb to the pressure of my throbbing cock, and if we don’t get out of here now, we’re consummating our marriage on the altar of this church. I bundle Blanche up as best as I can and throw her over my shoulder, carrying her caveman style rather than bridal style. It’s more fitting for our relationship, and I can get us to our sex den faster.
Luckily for me, the cabin is only around a hundred yards away. It was once home to the church's groundskeeper, but now, itsits empty for most of the year. The cleaning crew I hired did a thorough job, and we’re fully stocked for at least a week. After that, we’ll deal with the fallout. But for a week, I’m hiding in the woods and working on impregnating mywife.
A lesser man might have faltered carrying Blanche through the woods, her curves and miles of dress adding weight that most men of my social class would struggle to bear.Not me, though.Every inch of her womanhood is mine, and I’m built for her. She’ll never be too much.
Finally crossing the threshold of the cabin, I head straight for the bedroom and toss her down on the king-sized bed. I’ve thought of nothing except all the ways I can debauch her, tear her down, and build her up again in a way that only her husband can, but seeing what she’s wearing under her dress brings me to my knees at the foot of the bed.
Her veil is still on, long enough to drape past her feet, which are delicately strapped into white stiletto heels. Trailing my hands up her legs, I bunch her dress up around her waist, and revel in the feel of the delicate veil against her stockings, all the way up to the lacy garters at her thighs. Her thong does nothing to hide her wetness, glistening for me like dewdrops in her soft curls, and I can’t stop touching her.
The veil is intoxicating, a symbol of purity that in no way represents Blanche. Every inch of her white today was a mockery, serving only to tease me, as if to say, “Look at me, your perfect little virgin wife.”
She hasn’t made a peep since we left the church, only whimpering now as I stare at her center, thighs trembling in anticipation. What a good girl she’s being for me. So patient.
“Look at you,” I say softly. “Mywife.” Saying it out loud causes us both to groan, and I know that nothing will ever dampen the feeling of knowing she belongs to me. I’ll be obsessed with Blanche Sinclair until the day I die.
She spreads her legs wider, writhing and canting her hips toward me. “Henry,please.I need my husband inside me.Please.”
Her begging is so sweet, and not nearly enough. She needs to be much more desperate for me before I sink into her. Trailing my hands across her legs, I move to her core, keeping the veil between us. Pushing it roughly against her clit, she moans at the sensation, and it becomes transparent as it soaks through. The thin material molds to her puffy pussy lips, and I briefly consider that I need a plaster mold of her for my desk. Maybe a life-size marble statue for our entryway…
“Henry, please!” She’s sobbing now, breasts heaving as she tries to stay calm under the onslaught of sensation. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want to be inside her right now, but torturing her is so muchfun.
“You’re such an eager little whore for me, aren’t you, Mrs. Sinclair?”
Her pussy clenches around nothing at her new name, and my dick throbs in agreement. She was born for the title. There’s no way to stop myself from finally pulling her veil up and around her waist, leaving only the soaked lace of her thong between me and her cunt. Snapping it quickly out of my way, I gently pet her with the least amount of pressure I can manage. Up one side and down the other, relishing the weeping hole that opens little by little and becomes wetter as she gets more desperate.
Barely there caresses, dipping just inside to gather more wetness before retreating…even though I’m hornier than I’ve ever been, the trancelike state I’ve entered while worshipping Blanche overrides my own desire. Using her arousal, I paint sticky graffiti across her thighs.HS. Mine. Whore. BS.Seeing my initials on her is exhilarating, and I reward her with one long finger, sliding inside with no resistance.
Her whine is delicious as I give her a few unsatisfying thrusts, lick my finger off, and continue to tease.
“Ohh, Iknow, darling.” She clenches around my finger at the condescension in my voice, and I can’t help but chuckle. My wife is such a dirty girl. “It’s not enough, is it? You’re used to having at least one cock in this cunt, if not two.”
I give her two, three, and four fingers in quick succession, enjoying the way her noises twist from complaints of being empty to painful whimpers of being too full.
“Do you like it when I talk about what a slutty cunt this is, Mrs. Sinclair? I can feel you clenching around me even as you try to get away from me. You’ve been fuller than this. I think you’re ready for more. When we get home, maybe we’ll finally get two in your pussy and one in your ass.”
That does it, and she explodes around me, squeezing my hand as if she wants to keep me inside forever.
Don’t worry, darling. I will be.
“Henry, if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m calling someone else who will.”
Ah, there’s my sassy girl. All it took was one orgasm for her smart mouth to re-emerge.
“I’ll only be answering to ‘husband’ for now, Wife.” I tear my tux off, climbing over her at last and feeling every bit the conquering Viking claiming my war prize. Pulling her veil with me as I mount her, I finally see all of my bride.
Blanche. Blanche Sinclair.Goddess. Wife. Slut. Owner of my soul. Mother of my children. Expert seductress with the business acumen to rival any CEO.Mine.
“I'll also be the only one choosing who fucks you now.” I enter her in one punishing thrust and stay seated nice and deep, crushing her with my weight and wishing I could crawl inside her skin. It's impossible to get as close to her as I want.
“If I want you to sit on an important client’s cock during a meeting, you will, won't you? Or perhaps I can use you as a reward for my top performers, really give them something to look forward to.”
