Page 89 of The Unplanned Wedding

I look down between her legs, and sure enough, moisture drips from her slit. I walk around to, once more stand, between her thighs, and before she can protest, I slide the special one I’d ordered for her around her clit.

"Jesus," she groans.

"Knox," I correct her. I can’t wait to see the marks these are going to leave on her when I remove them. Just thinking of them turns my thigh muscles to granite. My balls tighten.

"Oh my God, Knox," she whines as she tries to squeeze her thighs together.

I grip her knees and hold them apart. "You’re so pink, and so swollen, and so moist, wife."

I tighten the clit clamp by sliding the metal ring forward, and her entire body jolts. "You’re a sadist. Next thing I know, you’re going to go straight to anal, and without lube."

I look at her with longing. "Are you flirting with me, baby?"

She stares at me, then to my surprise, she chuckles. “I can’t believe you said that. You’re… You’re?—"

"A brute? A villain?" I smirk.

"All of them, but also"—her features soften—"you’re my Sir. My master.”

My heart stutters. This woman. She says the darnedest things that cutme off at my knees. I hold her gaze, and the air between us seems to ignite. Maintaining eye contact, I push back to stand next to the foot of the bed.

I unfasten one of my cuffs, then the other. I unbutton my shirt and shrug it off. I toss it aside, make quick work of my pants, and shove them off, along with my boxers, my shoes, and my socks. When I straighten, she’s staring at my chest. More specifically, the scarred side of my torso. She rakes her gaze down the left side of my body to the scars that mar my thigh, and down to those on my leg.

“They’re ugly. I’m ugly.” The words are out before I can stop them.I’m not looking for reassurance. I don’t need reassurance... Except perhaps, I do? Perhaps, I want my new bride to assure me that she doesn’t find me hideous?I

As she continues to take in my body, I resist the urge to turn the blemished side away from her. Instead, I angle my body to present her with a full-frontal view. She saw me at the gym in my shorts, but this is different.

This is the first time she’s seen me without any clothes, in my full disfigured glory. And on our wedding night. It’s a testament to how comfortable I’ve gotten with her that I didn’t give a second thought to stripping down completely. I’ve never done so with any of the submissives I paid for at the club I frequented. This is a first for me, too. When there’s no reaction from her, my guts tie themselves in knots.Damn, I should have kept my clothes on. I?—

“You’re beautiful, Knox Davenport,” she says in that soft, sweet voice of hers. Instantly, my mind quietens. It’s a balm to my senses, to that wounded part of me inside which made me believe that I’d never feel normal again. Something tightly wound inside of me unravels. My cock hardens further. And when she raises her gaze to stare at my very erect shaft, her eyes glaze over with lust.

I run my hand down my chest and grasp the base of my erect dick.

She swallows. "You said it’sbig?"

"It is." I squeeze my shaft from base to crown.

"It’s not big." She sets her jaw.

"No?"

"It’s a freakin’ enormous penis."

"Thanks?" I allow myself another smirk, but she’s too busy taking in the size of the organ I’m going to use to pleasure her.

"I… I don’t think it will fit." Once again, she begins to close her legs. But I plant my knees between hers and force her to keep them apart.

"It will," I promise. Then. I grip the underside of her thighs and urge her to lock her ankles around my waist. "Hold on."

37

June

That’s all the warning I get before he notches his dick at my opening, and, in one smooth move, he impales me. Pain lights up my nerve pathway. I open my mouth to cry out, but the sound sticks in my mouth.

"Are you okay?" He planks over me.

When I don’t reply, he pushes up on one arm and cups my cheek. "Talk to me baby, is it too much for you?" He begins to withdraw, but I push my heels into his back.

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