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Buttercup

As I bounded out of the church and into the blinding sun, there was only one thing on my mind as Mrs. Buttercup Hargett.

Rough, dirty sex.

Jake’s large hand was wound tightly around mine, the shiny silver band glinting on the ring finger of his left hand. Giving a joyous laugh, his warm brown eyes locked on mine as we made our way over the threshold of the chapel. The promise I saw within those flashing eyes had my insides melting.

We stood before the church as the heavy oak doors closed, alone for only moments before they would reopen the doors and the guests would leave the church.

“Hello, wife,” he said, pulling on my hand and tugging my body towards his. Pressed up against the chest of my husband, I sighed as his mouth moved to mine. A kiss as deep as the sea had me floating on the earth, my body warming with desire.

“I want you,” he whispered into my ear, his cheek nuzzling mine as he tore himself from me. Holding me at arm’s length, both my hands in his, he spoke clearly but his voice was husky with desire. “I want you. Wife of mine.”

I knew that stolen moment, his first words as my husband, would forever be etched into my memory as we hurried down the stone steps of the church to the car that waited to take us to our wedding reception. I also knew there was no way I was going to make it until tonight without tearing off the clothes of my six foot and some change, broad shouldered, wavy brown haired, hot as they make them, husband.

Jake had made us wait. And wait and wait some more. Even I, the fiancée, found it unusual for two people who were no virgins, and in their late twenties, to not have sex until they were married.

But Jake makes the rules. And what Jake says goes. And that was exactly how I liked it. Except when I didn’t— which was every time we started making out while we were dating.

Things would start to get hot and heavy and I would be grinding on his thigh, my crotch trying to find some kind of purchase to rub on, much like a dog in heat, and he would stop us.

Stop everything. Saying we needed to ‘cool it’.

I would keep trying to get us to take things further. Taking off my clothes, touching him, teasing him. That’s when he would get firm with me, telling me that I ‘needed to learn how to wait, young lady’. As I would try tactic after tactic, he would hold strong, informing me that we would be glad we had waited. That our wedding night would be special.

Of course, no sex before marriage didn’t stop my unconventional fiancé from spanking me any time he saw fit. Yes, I said it.

Spanking.

My husband believes in domestic discipline. Where the man is the head of the household and his wife submits her will to his. And in return, he loves, adores and spoils the heck out of his bride. But also keeps a tight rein on the relationship with his firm hand.

I know it’s not for everyone, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love it when he calls me, good girl, little girl, young lady. And even though I may not love a punishment spanking when I’m in the throes of it, there are other types of spankings. The ones that warmed my skin and melted my core and had me positively gyrating on Jake’s hard thighs as we kissed afterwards. That is until he would pull me off him, firmly telling me to ‘you need to learn patience, little girl’.

And now, after months of anticipation, of wanting, of yearning, I was finally going to get exactly what I wanted. Not in the words of a normal, shy, blushing bride; I was going to get Jake Hargett’s rock-hard cock thrust in my weeping, begging pussy. And not a moment too soon because I’m beginning to think a girl could die from desire.

Jake

You might think I had done the wrong thing making Buttercup wait until our wedding night. Afraid it was going to be one of those situations where the anticipation was so great that the thing you were waiting for could never live up to your vision of it? No chance. Not with what I had planned for our first official night as husband and wife.

I had a darker side I had been unwilling to share with other girls—knowing full well they weren’t ‘the one’.

But then Buttercup had come back to Poke Town. She was the one I had been waiting for all my life. And now she was my wife and I intended to fulfill her desires. All of them. Especially the wild ones I knew she had hidden within her.

When I had first told her what I desired in a relationship—domestic discipline—don’t even think for a second that I had missed the telling glimmer in her eyes. The way her body melted in her chair, leaning forward to me, her red lips parting slightly.

I had married a submissive. And I knew it. But I also knew my wife did not yet know it about herself.

And I couldn’t wait to be the one to show her.

But one thing Buttercup needed to learn was patience. And I would teach it to her. With my fingers, with my mouth, with my member. Soon, I would know every inch of that beautiful body. Every sensitive spot, every button to push. Every cry, every moan. It would all be mine. And I would be master of it all.

My wife.