Page 57 of What the Doctor Ordered
He was glorious. And he was all mine.
Simon climbed on top of me, each movement as sure and rough as a wild cat. His hand came down on my right bottom cheek with a resounding smack. I sucked in a breath when several more landed. Simon alternated cheeks quickly, the slaps hard and heavy, almost punishing.
“Simon!” I cried out. “Ow, not so hard!”
“Shh!” he scolded, adding a particularly sharp slap to my right sit spot. “I decide how hard you can take it, wife.”
Wife.The word sent a new thrill through me as I processed the gravity of it. It flooded me with the need to submit to my new husband.
“Yes Sir, husband,” I murmured.
“Good girl,” Simon rumbled. He squeezed each of my cheeks roughly before pulling my lacey panties down my legs. His rough hand nudged my thighs apart. “I see you’re ready for me already. Too bad I’m not intending to fill that pussy tonight.”
I gasped and turned to give him a disdainful look. “I’m not allowed to cum on my wedding night?” I protested.
Simon rewarded me with another couple harsh smacks to my butt cheeks. “I didn’t say that,” he scolded me. He rubbed my burning buns. “Tonight is the night that we put all that training to the test.”
I froze as understanding dawned. Simon was going to be taking my bottom. A combination of fear and excitement tore through me, and I wiggled in anticipation.
Simon wasted no time putting his hands beneath my hips and lifting me so that my knees were on the bed, my bottom high up in the air. I swallowed hard and pressed my face into the mattress, heat already filling me at my vulnerable position.
“Wait, I don’t know if I’m ready,” I told Simon, my breathing already coming out in nervous pants.
I wasn’t looking at him but I could almost imagine the way Simon would be smirking.
“Oh, you’re ready,” he said. “You just need a little bit of prep.”
Before I could ask what he meant by that, I felt Simon’s fingers dip into my hot center. He drew my moisture out, sliding it up to my puckered back hole. He swirled his thick digit around the opening. I tried hard to relax but I could feel my nerves causing all my muscles in my entire body to tense up in trepidation.
“Relax,” Simon ordered, pressing firmly on my bottom hole.
I moaned when his finger entered me, spreading my juices inside of my bottom. Simon repeated the process a couple more times with different fingers, starting with his pinky and working his way up to his thickest fingers, making sure I was sufficiently coated and stretched. I looked back at him over my shoulder when Simon withdrew his finger. He held my gaze as he grabbed his thick cock, giving it a couple of deliberate pumps. I whimpered quietly when he lined himself up with my bottom hole.
“You’re going to be mine in every way, Kiley,” he promised, his voice low and husky.
My mouth went dry. “Yes, Sir,” I said, licking my lips.
Simon gripped my bottom, pulling my cheeks apart so that my back hole was completely exposed to him. I gasped when he pressed against me. I could already tell he was way too big. I wriggled and whimpered as he started to force his way in, stretching me painfully before the tip was even inside.
“Simon!” I gasped. “It’s too big! I can’t-”
“Yes, you can,” Simon gritted. “You are going to take my cock, Kiley. Every part of you belongs to me, including your bottom. Especially your bottom, inside and out.”
I shut my eyes tightly against the burning pain, panting heavily. I clawed at the bedsheets, trying to pull myself away, but Simon held me tightly, grabbing onto my hips and pulling me toward him, impaling my ass with his cock.
I had no idea how long it took before Simon was fully seated inside of me. I know my keening wail had become the soundtrack of his taking of my anal virginity, and a thin sheen of sweat had broken out over my whole body. The burning inside my bottom was so intense, it didn’t feel like I was going to be able to handle it. Even with him fully inside me, I felt certain I would scream in pain if he moved even an inch, let alone began to thrust into my ass like he did my pussy.
That’s how I felt until, all of a sudden, the burn from my bottom hole traveled to my clit and set my senses on fire.
I felt so full, so completely dominated.
And so loved.
Simon could clearly sense the change in me.
“That’s it,” he said, and his rough voice was almost a coo. “You’re doing so well, taking me into your bottom. You’re mine, aren’t you, Kiley?”
“Yes, Sir,” I panted, my voice filled with need and hardly recognizable.
