Page 100 of The Unplanned Wedding

"Because I let you fuck my mouth?" Her voice is hoarse, her tone sassy, and when I look back, I’ll know this is when I fell in love with her all over again.

“Please, don’t stop,” she gasps. “Please, Sir, use me any way you want. I’m your fuck toy. Your slut. Your whore. Just as long as you continue taking my holes anyway you want. That’s all I want, Sir. To make you happy.”

Pleasure flushes my chest. “Your words please me. I take it you want to be rewarded again, hmm?"

Color blooms on her cheeks. She draws in a sharp breath then lowers her chin, in a subservient gesture. "Areyouflirting with me?" She lowers her gaze, and desire turns my balls to cannonballs. She’s killing me, this woman. And I’m playing into her hands by upping my dominance, but it pleases me to please her, so I grant her her wish.

“Don't sass me.” I slide my hands around her butt-cheeks and squeeze. She yelps.

"Remember our conversation on our wedding night?"

She glances at me from under her eyelids, and her gaze grows wary. I see the knowledge dawn, then then spark of alarm that ignites in her eyes.

"Exactly—" I smirk. "I’m going to take your other virgin hole, baby. But because I’m not completely heartless I'm going to use lube."

“And if I don’t want you to?” She swallows. “What if I want you to take me as I am, the way you want to?”

My heart stutters in my chest. My thighs turn into columns of iron. As for my cock, the motherfucker is erect and so hard, I have to widen my stance to accommodate the girth.

“Are you sure, baby?”

She nods.

“It’s going to hurt,” I warn.

“I... I want it to.” She looks at me with pleading in her eyes.

“I’m not sure if that’s wise.”

She frowns. “Why is that? Talk to me, Sir. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

The old me would have retreated back into my mind and refused to share my innermost thoughts. But I love her. She’s, my wife. And if she’s going to share my life, if I want to continue to have her as my submissive, it’s important we communicate. And that goes both ways. I cup her cheek. “The last time, I thought you were ready for the full effect of my perversions, but I ended up hurting you.”

“You mean the fact that I was sore when you took me that second time on our wedding night, and then I was uncomfortable all day the next day? That’s why you cut our trip short and returned to London, right?”

I stiffen. She realized why I pulled back? She’s more astute than I gave her credit for.

“And I wanted my husband to make love to me again. I knew I could weather the pain. Just as I know I can take whatever you choose to give me. Can’t you see Iseekthe hurt you inflict on me? It fulfills my desire to be dominated. Giving you the power to hurt me physically is a way of expressing my dedication to you. When you hurt me, it arouses me. It makes me feel warm inside. It makes me feel like I belong to you. Like you’ve accepted me. Like I’m yours and you’ll handle me as you please.” She studies my face intently. “You should realize, I know my mind.”

I nod. “Andyoushould realize that it’s my job to draw the limits. It’s my role to protect you from everyone, including yourself. To protect you from reaching too far and taking on more than you can bear. You’ve placed your trust in me. I don’t take that lightly.”

“I love you, Sir.” She tips up her chin and stares into my eyes. “And I knowyouknow what’s best for me. But you must know that I want to please you so much. And I know you’ll be careful. I know you’ll do your best to not take your responsibility lightly. I know that”—she reaches up and places her hand on where mine is flattened against her cheek—“you’ll do everything to give me the orgasm I deserve.”

I chuckle. She’s so damn quick, thinking on her feet. She knows exactly what to say to defuse the tension and make me feel secure in my dominance. She knows me better than anyone else. And I... want to reward her for being so open to new experiences. My gut says she’s ready for this. And it’s my duty to ensure she not only enjoys this, but also has the most resounding orgasm ever.

“I’m going to make sure this is as pleasurable as I can make it—” She begins to speak but I shake my head. To my gratification, she stops speaking and trains those big brown eyes on me. “No matter what precautions I take, it will hurt a little, and while you crave the pain, as your master, it’s up to me to decide on the threshold you can bear. And I'll tell you this much. I’m going to ensure the payoff will blow your mind. I’ll make sure you have the most monstrous orgasm ever.”

She parts her lips, and when her breathing grows choppy, I know she’s ready for this.

“I’m going to make sure you're as prepared as I can get you to be."

I kiss her again, and she melts into me. I massage her gorgeous butt cheeks and pull her even closer, then unhook the back of her skirt. I lower the zipper and ease it down her hips, along with her panties. The clothes fall around her ankles. I lift her clear and place her on the table. I leave her heels on. I want to feel the stilettos dig into my back as I take her.

Then, I flatten my palm between her breasts and apply pressure. She lays back. I lift up her legs and fold them at the knee, balancing her stiletto clad feet at the edge of the table. When I stare down between her legs, she quivers.

"Knox," she whines.

"You’re fucking soaked, baby." I indulge myself by staring at the streaks of moisture that glisten on her inner thighs. She’s wet, but I can make her wetter to ensure this is as enjoyable for her as I can make it.

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