Page 76 of The Casella King

Darcy stands in front of me in her white dress, the small train

behind her. The lace clings onto her curvy figure, her auburn hair accentuated as it falls in loose curls down her back. She is absolutely breathtaking. Her porcelain skin is covered in the long lace sleeves of the dress, the front dropping down to her cleavage.

“Are you okay?” is all I can manage to ask her, with everything that’s going on outside, the hustle of preparations taking place.

She turns to me, her moss-green eyes finding mine. “Are you really asking me that right now?”

“Look, I know you don’t want this, and to be honest with you, neither does Nico, but you need to find a way past it because it’s happening whether you like it or not.” I give her the truth, and I don’t care if it hurts because she needs to realise the gravity of the situation. “If you don’t do this, you could be on the receiving end of some terrible acts by people who want to hurt you as well as us.”

“What? So, you’re doing me a favour?” She cocks one eyebrow.

“You know what? I’ve tried to be kind to you, I’ve tried to be your friend, but every time I think we make headway, you turn around and do this.” I motion at the air. “I wanted to be here for you today because I know you don’t want to go through with this, but if you are just going to be ungrateful, I’m going to leave.”

I stand, ready to take my leave, waiting to see if she will stop me, and she doesn’t. I walk out of the small room inside the church and close the door behind me. The church is almost full of all the invited guests as they mingle with each other before finding their seats. I feel a strong arm slide around my waist, Ezra’s perfume engulfing my surroundings.

“I think there’s something you need to see,” he whispers into my ear, guiding us out the back of the church.

The clouds grow closer as the sky darkens, the shadows falling over Ezra’s beautifully carved face. He presses me into the thick bricked wall of the church as his finger grazes the exposed skin on my chest above the dress. I drink him in, dressed in his black tux, his dark hair slicked back, the harshness of his jaw accentuating his masculinity. I love everything about this man. From the danger he oozes to the raw, blackened soul beneath his hard exterior.

His hands gather my dress up as he slowly slips them beneath, placing his palms directly onto my skin. Heat courses through me as they slide up my thighs and come around behind me, squeezing my ass.

“Ezra,” I breathe into him, his face just inches from mine, hunger growing in his darkening gaze. “People might see.”

He takes my bottom lip between his teeth as he bites down, sucking it straight after. “Let them.” He lifts one leg above his shoulder as he slides my G-string to the side. Unzipping his pants, I feel the tip of his cock at my opening. “Let them see how you scream for me.” In one swift motion, he thrusts inside me, grunting as he enters me to the hilt. “Let them see that you are mine, and I am yours.” He fucks me against the church hard as my moans fill the air around us. “I want you dripping with my cum for the rest of the night.”

“Give it to me,” I whisper as my hands wrap around the back of his neck, pulling his forehead to mine. “Smother me with your darkness.”

“Are you ready?” I ask as I stand here watching my wife bent over a bench, bound in the rope I knotted. Such a beautiful fucking sight, seeing her at my mercy, all her holes available for me to use for my pleasure.

She nods as a stray tear flows down her cheek, saliva drooling from the ball gag in her mouth. I know she wants it removed, and I know she hates it, but she’s being punished.

“Do you know why you’re bound and ready to be used like my personal slut?” I ask, whipping her face with a leather band. My belt is secured tightly around her neck, and it’s my favourite thing to do to her. Collar her because she belongs to me.

She nods, softly whimpering and rocking her hips.

“I told you that onlyIcan make you come.” I grip her cheeks in my hand, forcing her face up to look at me. “And what did you do? You couldn’t wait for me to get home, so you touched yourself.” I slap her cheek lightly with my other hand. “Do you know how fucking crazy it makes me, watching you pleasure yourself?” I grip her hair at the top of her head and pull the ball gag and she sucks in air through her mouth.

“Now I’m going to take my time with you, fucking you in every single hole I want.”

She whimpers.

“And if you come, I will make it hurt, sweetheart.” I smile, watching the excitement grow in her eyes at the promise of pain with pleasure. “And I won’t stop until I pull every single tear you have to give me.”

I force my cock into her mouth, tugging her head with the grip I have on her hair. “Suck,” I order, and she obeys.

I thrust into her throat, her tongue sliding out to accommodate me, and I can’t help but smile at how much she’s learnt.

“Good girl, just like that.” I pull her head down onto me, shoving my cock deeper into her throat until she gags. I pull out, and she gasps for air. I bend down to her eye level, watching as the mascara runs freely down her face along with her tears.

“Ezra, please,” she begs, and my cock twitches at the sound of her pleas.

I smear the mascara, tears, and saliva over her face, painting my own Mona Lisa. “I fucking love it when you beg.”

I shift behind her, both her legs bound to either leg of the bench, her arms bound behind her back, and her chest bound to the table. The butt plug I had inserted earlier shines as she rocks her hips, her body begging for something more.

“I love watching you like this.” I press the tip of my cock to her warm pussy and she whimpers. “So fucking needy for my cock.” I chuckle.

My hand lands down on her creamy skin, and her body jerks at the sting. I rub the tip of my cock on her pussy, feeling how aroused I make her, and I groan as her arousal coats me. Sliding into her slowly, I feel her stretching to accommodate me and it feels so fucking good to be inside her. I grip her hips on either side and thrust myself into her.

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