Page 22 of Property Of Chrissy

“God, I love you so much, angel.”

“I love you more, Sean.”

She leans forward, kissing me soft and sweet. There’s no rush this time. No sense of urgency. She won’t have to rush back home to her dad’s place in an hour. This will be the first time she can stay the night with me under this metal roof. Another first I’m more than excited to share with my girl. It’s another first of many more to come. Because with Chrissy by my side, the sky’s the limit, the road is long, and the happiness is never ending.

EPILOGUE

Chrissy

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you when you become my wife, Chrissy?”

My pussy soaks my panties as my husband’s voice rumbles in my ear. He plays the part well. The part of the wealthy man being promised his young bride. I used to imagine Sean as I’d sit next to the men my father had forced me with. I used to pretend it was the man I love saying all the dirty things to me. It was the only way I could get through the moments without being sick or running and disobeying my dad. Now, I don’t have to pretend.

“I don’t, Mr. Kade. What do husbands do to their wives?”

His groan is proof I’m driving him just as wild with my sweet, innocent act.

“I’m going to make you a woman.”

“Oh.” I look up, giving him a puzzled expression. “How exactly do you do that?”

He grips onto my hand and pulls it right to his crotch, forcing my fingers to rub over his very hard dick.

“I’m going to put this inside you. That’s how.”

I rub up and down, giving it a squeeze, and he lets out a groan, causing another flutter to hit between my legs.

“Have you ever seen one, Chrissy?” I bite my lip, shaking my head shyly. “Well, I’m going to change that. Unzip me, sweetheart.”

My eyes dart around the fancy restaurant. It’s not the same one Sean used to work at, but it’s similar. It’s just as nice. All the tables are lit with candles. All the patrons are dressed in fancy attire. And here we are tucked in the back corner booth, playing our naughty little game.

“Nobody can see under the table, little one. Now, be a good girl and pull my zipper down.”

I nervously scan the room once more, playing my part as the worried virgin, heightening it for both of us. His hand reaches for my chin, turning me to face him, and the look in his eyes is my warning. My fingers hesitantly reach for his zipper and slowly tug it down. As soon as his fly is open, I scan the room again.

“That’s it. Now, put those little fingers in my pants and pull me out.”

Again, I protest. “But my dad said you aren’t supposed to touch me. Not until we’re married.”

Sean groans into the side of my neck and nuzzles against my ear. I love driving him crazy. I love knowing how much the big grizzly man lusts for me. Seeing and feeling the control I have over him, makes me feel powerful and sexy.

“I’m not breaking the agreement, Chrissy. You’re the one who’s going to be doing the touching. Now, put your hand inside my pants and take me out.”

This time, I’m the one moaning. His commanding tone is making my pussy throb. My fingers wiggle their way into the opening of his slacks and I feel him. He’s going commando tonight. Though, he always does when we play our games. It’sone less barrier between us. One less restriction blocking my access to him.

“That’s it, angel. Now wrap your hand around it. Oh…” He breaks off on a groan, getting lost to the feeling. “There you go. That’s it. Now, give it a little squeeze. Fuck.” He lets out another grunt which has my eyes darting around the room, but no one is even looking in our direction. “Such a good little girl.” His breathing is growing heavy. The words becoming more like pants as I explore the girth of him with stumbling fingers. “Now, take him out so you can see the part of me that is going to be inside you soon.”

I drag him through the opening of his pants and look down. The sight of him never grows old. And seeing my claiming on the base of his fat cock—the tattoo that says “Property of Chrissy”—has my pussy clenching. I want to be filled by my husband. But that’s not going to happen until after dinner. Until after he’s worked me to the point where I’m begging him in the back of the limo on our way home to have him break my father’s agreement and fill me up. I’ll promise him over and over that I’ll never tell. And I know he’ll cave to me. He’ll give me exactly what I want, and make me into a woman.

“Now, wrap your hands around my cock, angel, and stroke it up and down. Here, let me show you.” He places his hand over mine and shows me how hard he wants it right now. How tight he wants me to squeeze. I follow his example and do as I’m instructed. I work him over until his cum is spurting from the tip and hitting the side of the tablecloth. My eyes shoot up as I look at the spot.

“You made me excited, sweetheart. Those hands of yours made me feel good. And as soon as our vows are made, I promise to make that special spot between your legs feel good too.”

His dirty words have my hand drifting to the place. My fingers running up the inside of my dress. He shifts closer, tugging the base of my dress higher. Giving me easier access.

“I may not be able to touch you, little one, but your dad didn’t say anything about me watching you touch yourself. He said nothing about me previewing what’s going to be mine.” He looks down to where my panties are exposed, and my legs are spread enough for him to see. “Pull those little panties to the side and let me get a peek of my pretty girl.”

Again, I feign innocence. Glancing around the room, nibbling on my lower lip.

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