Page 28 of Her Shameful Wedding Night (Corporate Correction)

Every fiber of Zoe’s body seemed to react to his words, so shamefully she wished she could sink into the floor. Her head went back, a moan coming from deep in her chest, and then a cry as she felt Bradley put his hand inside her dress and inside the bra she had worn in obedience to Nurse Carter.

Worse, she pushed back against him as if desperate to have him inside her, even in this humiliating way. Bent over to present her backside for his use—whatever use he wanted to put her to—she told him with her arched back and bent knees that Zoe Ralston needed to be made into Mrs. Bradley Corvan. She needed to be trained to take his cock exactly as he wanted to give it to her.

If he decided that having his friends watch her get punished for playing with herself would help her learn her lesson... if he decided that his friends should help him train her to the cock, by...

He took hold of her right nipple, inside the sensible black bra that matched the panties he had pulled down, between two fingertips. He pinched there, while his hand down below possessed her, two fingers deep inside and thrusting now like a pale imitation of his hard penis.

The worst happened, then: Zoe’s pussy clenched so hard on his fingers that she heard him exclaim softly, half in surprise and half in amusement, “That’s it. You need this, don’t you, naughty girl?”

“Yes, sir,” Zoe sobbed. “Please... please, don’t paddle me tomorrow.”

“You have a decision to make, don’t you?” Bradley murmured. “I can help, but not the way you want. If you show up at the altar, you’re going to have a paddling at the reception, with my best man and my groomsman there to see it. What’s going to happen after that will be up to me, so unless you want to belong to your husband in every way...everyway... a girl can belong to a man, you should tell your parents that you discovered I’m cheating on you, or I’m a criminal, or something like that.”

He had kept his hands moving, both of them firmly, on her breasts and between her legs, while he spoke, and it made concentration difficult.

“Oh, God,” Zoe sobbed. “Please... please, fuck me, sir.”

“No, Zo. Not tonight. You played with yourself without asking, didn’t you? I can’t reward you for that.”

Suddenly his hand left her pussy, and she felt him twine his fingers in her hair, turning Zoe’s face to his so he could kiss her softly and deeply. She moaned into his mouth, her bottom moving shamefully though his caress had deserted her.

For a moment she wondered if he really meant her not to feel pleasure, really meant to judge her like some prudish hellfire preacher for touching herself. Then she heard his words again:without asking...every way a girl can belong to a man. She shuddered, and kissed him back, yielding her lips to his.

Every way.Her pussy belonged to him. If she touched it without permission, she would be paddled and she would receive the fucking she needed only when he decided to give it to her.

Every way.

If he should decide that that fucking should be in front of his friends; if he decided they should have a turn...

Every way.

Chapter Sixteen

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Bradley hadn’t askedDavies how the program officer knew Zoe had done something that warranted a punishment at her wedding reception. He didn’tthinkthe state had any way of surveilling church bathrooms, but you never knew, these days. As times got tougher and the megacorps tightened their grip—while at the same time technology only seemed to get scarier—he supposed he wouldn’t put it past a state program to spy on a naughty girl at her wedding rehearsal, in order to make sure her bridegroom had a good reason to bare her bottom and teach her a lesson.

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