Page 3 of His Naughty Bride


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The seventh point from the brochure echoed in my mind:you must be prepared for your husband to impose his will on your body in whatever way he chooses, including disciplining you when you misbehave.

Would he spank me? Here? Now? Before we were even married?

The thought sent a strange sensation through my body. Fear, yes. But something else too. Something that made me feel hot all over, especially in my… my private areas.

Oh, God.What was wrong with me? Why did thinking about Chris punishing me make me feel this way?

The heat between my thighs was becoming impossible to ignore. A wetness I had never experienced before. It felt wrong. It felt like maybe something was broken inside me.

I pressed my thighs together, but that only made the sensation worse. I needed to check. To make sure I was okay. That was all.

With shaking hands, I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down my hips a little. My fingers trembled as I slipped them inside my panties.

The smoothness there shocked me—I still wasn’t used to the complete absence of hair. The aesthetician’s work. Bare and exposed and…

Oh.

My fingertips brushed against slick, hot flesh. The sensation made me gasp. Without meaning to, I pressed a little harder, exploring the wetness, trying to understand what my body was doing.

I thought about Chris. About what he must look like without his clothes. What differences I would see between his body and mine. The brochure had said he would ‘introduce me to the differences between men and women.’ What did that mean? What did he have that I didn’t?

My fingers moved almost of their own accord now, sliding through the wetness, finding a spot that made my knees buckle. I gripped the bedpost with my other hand to steady myself.

I knew I should stop. This had to be wrong. But I couldn’t seem to make my hand obey. The feeling was too intense, too overwhelming. It just felt too good. My hips started moving, pressing my warm, bare pussy against my hand, seeking more of that strange, terrifying pleasure.

“Valerie.”

Chris’s voice made me freeze.