Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 73013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73013 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
But the slut…
“Yes, sir,” I sobbed.
“Say it, you little slut,” my husband growled. In those six syllables I seemed to hear so many things: his dominance, his resolve, and even more his growing confidence—the confidence I had just given him despite myself, that he had steered us onto the right track. Astonished, I understood that I had just heard in Say it, you little slut how very much my husband loved me and how right we were for each other despite our rocky start.
Rocky start… until Rocky Falls.
I gave a sob from deep in my chest.
“Please fuck me, sir,” I moaned. “Please fuck my hot little cunt.”
CHAPTER 22
Rick
For a moment the old me—the me of twenty-four hours earlier—seemed to get in the way of my grasping what my beautiful, demure bride had just said.
Mandy Garrison… Miss Amanda Garrison, my modest bride… said what?
My cock gave a leap against my thigh at the outrageous thought that I should pick the belt back up and whip her for the filthy thing she had just said. I wondered for an instant whether that might actually turn us both on even more; as this first truly serious punishment session had gone on I had begun to get much more comfortable with the idea of how hard I had gotten while I whipped my beautiful wife’s taut little bottom.
And how hot the dominant blood raged in my veins at the sight of her naked, cherry red backside over the pillows. I straightened up so I could have another look, letting go of Mandy’s throat and her private parts. My bratty slut moaned piteously at the removal of those mastering hands, and to my delight she moved her hips over the pillows in an unmistakable plea for her husband’s vigorous attention.
With her knees spread, lewdly riding the pillows, Mandy gave me an obscene, enticing view of her almost-virgin pussy and her cringing anus. The evidence of her well-deserved lesson for lying and disobedience, the rosy hue of her bottom-cheeks and upper thighs, framed that arousing prospect, a vivid bodily symbol of her submission to my authority.
I found my hands had gone to the button of my jeans and started to unfasten it without me even realizing. Mandy needed fucking, and I needed to fuck. I got my jeans and my briefs down in a flash, and the buttons on my shirt took only a few seconds more.
All the while Mandy, her face buried in the comforter, emitted little whimpers and sobs that seemed to mingle discomfort and arousal into an inextricable blend. Those kittenish noises made my cock throb monstrously with each sound. My alpha nature, the part of me I had felt so certain I would have to keep under close guard, had come out to play: both Mandy’s pain, justly bestowed on her bare backside, and her need, thrillingly shown by her wanton movements and the glistening of her pussy juices, stiffened my manhood as I prepared to claim her once and for all.
Or maybe not for all… not quite yet.
As I considered how I would enjoy my bride tonight, I remembered a bit of the advice from the New Modesty website. We recommend not going too fast, as you introduce your wife to the full range of her marital duties.
I could tell that Mandy had fully absorbed my words about having my way in every fashion a husband could enjoy his wife—especially seeing as I had given her no room for doubt when I had put my thumb up her adorable, soundly whipped bottom.
I liked knowing that Mandy understood my intentions for her tight little anus, but I also felt the need to leave her feeling that I hadn’t finished deflowering her, on this strange, marvelous night. One further defloration would most certainly occur; I had promised myself that my sweet bride would kneel and thank me properly before the night was out. The other one—the more frightening one for Mandy, I knew—should wait a little while.
With my cock long and hard in my left hand, I climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Mandy’s spread thighs. I put my right hand on her lower back, and with a tiny cry of alarm she started like a frightened animal.
“Shh,” I murmured, rubbing her back gently, soothing away her fear, taming my unexpectedly wild bride. “Shhh, Dee. It’s time for your first real fucking.”
She gave a whining moan as her hips moved again in that obscene, seductive display of submissive need. I pushed forward a few inches on my knees, hardly believing that I truly had this ultimately, insanely hot view of my demure wife, prostrate in front of me… face to the bed and bottom in the air… offering her hot little cunt for my pleasure.
I put the head of my rock-hard cock against Mandy’s upturned pussy. I ran the soft knob down to the complicated wrinkles that hid her shy little clit and pressed there, so that Mandy let out a little sob of need. I felt her whole pussy contract with the urgency of her desperate longing for her husband’s rigid manhood.