Page 15 of Her Shameful Wedding Night (Corporate Correction)

“Open your mouth, Zoe,” he said. “It’s time to thank me for taking you in hand.”

Chapter Nine

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Zoe didn’t think shecould do it. She knew other girls gave blowjobs—Cindy even said shelikedgiving blowjobs. But a modest girl, saving herself for marriage, couldn’t like that kind of thing, could she?

Bradley’s thing was so big in his hand, jutting up from his trousers, too, and it had so many unexpected things about it: the curve of its head, the prominence of its throbbing vein, the little slit at the very tip where a drop of some clear fluid now appeared, making Zoe shrink back a few inches. And she could smell the masculine scent, coming from around it, especially the wrinkly pouch of Bradley’s scrotum—not terribly strong, but present, and different from...

She hadn’t noticed it before in the air of her fiancé’s apartment, because she had had so much to which to pay attention, but now it seemed to strike her nose urgently: her own naughty fragrance. The contrast made her blush very, very deeply, because Zoe’s girlish scent, the odor of a pussy that a man has brought to orgasm over his knee, so many times that the girl couldn’t even count them, seemed so much stronger than this new, somehow darker smell of his masculine secrets.

Her jaw dropped open a little, though she still didn’t think she could do it. A part of her wanted to, maybe, but how could she? It seemed so dirty, and the penis looked much too big to fit inside her mouth, and blowjobs were a filthy thing that bad girls gave. The shameful thought, to her distress, made her suddenly start to get warm again, down below. Her spanked bottom still stung fiercely even though Bradley had only brought his hand down three times on it, because he had, Zoe knew, meant to punish her... to correct her... toteachher... That heat spread again, now, just as it had so lewdly over his knee, when he had held her down and she had had no choice about any of it.

Zoe’s mouth opened a little wider at that thought, and a little whimpering sound came from her throat. She looked at the hard shaft in Bradley’s gently moving hand. A thrill of shame went through her to see that he, a man and a soon-to-be husband, could make himself feel good whenever he pleased, while Zoe... well, she had never really thought about it this way before, but wouldn’t Bradley spank her—no, shouldn’t hepaddleher, if he caught her touching herself? If he even caught her leaning against the counter the way she had done that morning?

The right hand that had stroked her cheek moved to the back of her head, fingers twining in her honey-blonde hair. She felt somehow both a question and a command in that grip, as Bradley seemed to test the tension in Zoe’s neck: would she resist, or did she simply need him to nudge—not to force—the matter.

Zoe felt her eyes widen as she realized that her fiancé had pulled her head forward half an inch, and she hadnotresisted—not at all. His left hand held his cock still now, and he made her take it in her mouth, made her accept two inches of his rigid penis inside her, so that half by his will and half by her consent, eighteen-year-old Zoe Ralston became a cocksucker.

The thought,I’m a cocksucker now, made her moan around the hardness that Bradley thrust gently into her mouth, filling her there as he held her face still to take it just as he pleased. She bent her knees a little, and her back a little, and she pushed out her spanked bottom, wanting him to see that she knew she had needed the spanking, just like Nurse Carter had said.

“Oh, that’s good,” Bradley murmured. “Such a good girl. You’re welcome.”

To her astonishment, Zoe giggled then, her heart suddenly feeling lighter than air. It felt so terribly naughty to have a penis in her mouth, but of course Bradley couldn’t spank her forthat, could he?

She felt him relax his arm, though he kept his hand in her hair, and she decided to try to do the one thing she knew a girl giving a blowjob was supposed to do: she bobbed her head experimentally, trying to take more of the cock inside with each bob. She looked up, too, to see Bradley smiling down at her.

“That’s it,” he said encouragingly. “Use your hands, too, Zo, very gently.”

Zoe tried it, moving her mouth on the head of the penis and rubbing with her right hand the way she had seen Bradley do to himself.

“You’re learning so quickly,” he said, his patronizing tone making her burn and clench between her thighs. “I’m going to stand up, now, and take my pants off. I have to tell you something, now that I’m sure it’s true, and I just figured out the best way to tell it.”

Somehow, Zoe knew he meant he was about to tell her something terribly shameful. She felt a shudder go through her upper body as Bradley pushed the chair back and began to stand, and her hips jerked toward him for yet another contraction, an aftershock of the climaxes to which her fiancé had forced her, had jolted her wanton pussy.

Zoe tried to pull away, thinking she would sit back on her heels while he stepped out of his pants, but Bradley didn’t allow it.

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