Page 17 of Her Shameful Wedding Night (Corporate Correction)

Chapter Ten

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Zoe whimpered at hiswords. Her hand moved back and held her adorable bottom open even a little further than she had unconsciously done before he had caught her with her middle finger on the sweet ring of her tight little anus. The sound and the lewd, helpless movement together told Bradley that he had found a good way to go over the matters Davies had advised him to cover before deflowering her.

You’ll see how much she needs it, the program officer had said,and you should go ahead and give it to her if you decide the time is right. But make sure you make it clear to her beforehand what thewayyou’re going to have sex tonight and after you’re married means.

Zoe pulled her face back a little, and Bradley relaxed his grip on the back of her neck so that she could look up at him with anxious eyes.

“What’s going to happen?” she asked in a whisper. Her face had a sheen now, on her lips and on her cheeks, from her shameful service between his thighs.

“Put both your hands back, now, and spread your bottom open for me,” Bradley said, using the gentle, patronizing tone he had discovered tonight he enjoyed so much. Zoe’s eyes went wide, and her lips parted. He could see on his bride’s lovely face exactly how deep a struggle such a command caused her. He spoke even more softly, then, despite the message he knew he must convey: “Do as I say, Zoe, or I’ll have to punish you.”

Zoe’s immediate, obedient response, and the way she bounced on her knees as she did it, pulling her little cheeks apart with her fingers right on the spot where his open hand had fallen so heavily, made his cock leap as he continued to pump it gently in front of her face.

“But...” she whispered again, as if the air moving against the tiny flower of her bottom made her question even more urgent, “what’s going to happen?”

“I’m going to fuck you there, on our wedding night,” Bradley said matter-of-factly, stroking her cheek and looking into her eyes. “That’s the virginity I’m going to take on Saturday, since I’m going to fuck your pussy tonight, in just a little while.”

Zoe’s face puckered, her forehead working urgently as she processed this coarse declaration and tried to reconcile the need it clearly awakened between her thighs with the modesty she had learned, growing up. Bradley couldn’t resist his instinct to overcome her reluctance in the manly way he had begun to use with her, to both their benefits: he pulled her face toward his lap, and he lifted his balls so that he could make her confront their underside, where the sheer, dark masculinity felt strongest to him. He let his tight, full scrotum settle on the bridge of her nose and he moved his hips to rub his balls against his innocent bride’s face.

She gave a little cry and tried to pull away, but Bradley enforced his will, pumping his cock more rapidly in his hand and loving the wicked sensation of having his sweet girl in such a shameful place.

“Lick, Zoe,” he said, and suddenly, giving a sob of pleasure, her hands clutched convulsively at her bottom and she started to lick as if her fiancé’s balls were a delicious treat. It felt so good that Bradley gave a grunt from deep in his chest. Hearing that masculine sound, Zoe kissed his scrotum reverently, and licked it even more gently, all the while holding her little bottom open the way she had been instructed to do, her hands working there so that with every kiss and lick she gave a needy little whimper.

“Put your right hand in front, now,” he said, “and play with your pussy. Touch your anus with your left hand.”

Zoe hesitated. Her licking tongue slowed, then stopped. Bradley watched, fascinated, as her hands again squeezed her adorable bottom, as if reminding herself one more time what happened when she disobeyed her future husband. A tiny, keening whimper came from her throat, and then she did as he had commanded, moving her right hand around her hip and shifting her left slightly so as to work her middle finger between her butt-cheeks.

Bradley slowly stepped back from her, then, making sure as he did so that she could kneel up, on her own, her face bright red as she understood that he meant to watch her pleasure herself while he kept doing the same. She bit her lip and looked into his eyes, and he pointedly dropped his gaze to the lascivious sight of her two fingers frantically rubbing the shaven hood of her sweet clit, so that she whimpered and worked herself faster.

He looked up again, into her eyes.

“Look at my cock, now, girl,” he said, watching her eyes go wide at the wordgirl, always so innocuous before but now so degrading. “You will look in my eyes only if I give you permission.”

Zoe made a little mewing sound and obeyed.

“Say,yes, sir,” Bradley told her gently.

“Yes, sir,” the girl with her jeans and panties around her knees, submissively on the floor before her future husband, whispered. Her eyes had gone very round as she watched him jerk his cock in his hand, enjoying the spectacle of a lovely young woman made to show her self-pleasure to the man who meant to fuck her.

“I don’t think masturbation has been a big part of your life so far. Am I right?”

Zoe’s cheeks got even pinker, and her fingers seemed to move faster. She shook her head.

“That’s going to change.” Her brow furrowed and she looked up at him, then down again immediately when she realized she had broken the rules. Something in her eyes had given him a sudden suspicion however.

“Maybe it already changed, though?” he asked gently. “Since your medical exam? Did you play with yourself when you got home from the clinic? In the shower, maybe?”

The crease in Zoe’s forehead seemed like a canyon now. Her hips worked in shameful little jerks, as if she couldn’t touch enough of herself with her fingers and her pussy wanted more, had to have more. She darted her eyes up to his and nodded quickly. “Oh, God...” she whispered. “I’m going to... I’m...”

“Take that hand away,” Bradley said sternly. Zoe jerked her right hand from her lap as if it had received an electric shock, looking up at him with wide eyes.

“You played with yourself in the shower this afternoon?” he asked, nodding and speaking gently, in sympathy, even as he pumped his cock in his hand and watched Zoe’s eyes travel in a desperate sort of path from his hard penis to his face.

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