Buttercup

I was no virgin. But when I walked into that hotel room, Jake’s broad hand resting on my lower back, guiding me, I felt no older than eighteen. I could feel the flush creep up my cheeks. The nervous butterflies taking flight in my stomach—even my fingers trembled. I felt like a girl who’d never been kissed, much less one who knew what to do in the bedroom.

Flashing me a panty melting smile Jake took his hand from my back. Reaching into his pocket he retrieved the key to the door, sliding it in the silver box above the handle. There was a quiet click. Jake swung the door open.

The suite was gorgeous. Like one of those hotel rooms you dream about—seeing them in movies growing up—but knew you would never stay in. Gold and white and red velvet. Champagne and strawberries. Glass tables with cut crystal vases of red roses. A bed as big as our room back home with what looked like a hundred pillows piled high against the tall brass headboard. I tried to memorize every detail of the room, knowing our wedding night was a first and last experience.

Jake had me feeling dizzy. The scent of his musky aftershave, the heat from his body against mine, the strong muscles of his arm wrapped around my shoulders. I was almost unable to enjoy the elegant room I knew he had splurged for. Nervous excitement overtook me, making me tremble right down to my core.

Unable to face my husband I stared into the ornate room, the fabric of my gown swishing around my feet as I slowly moved further past the threshold. Taking a deep breath, I willed my nerves to settle, my eyes gazing over the suite.

The door closing, and the click of the lock instantly brought my nerves right back to the surface, a little chill running over me.

Jake’s footsteps fell softly on the carpeted floors. Coming up behind me, his body pressed against mine, the muscles of his broad chest warm against my back in the cool ivory silk. His arms slipped around my waist pulling me tighter towards him. I could feel a slight bulge from his crotch pressing into my bottom. Jake’s hand wandered up to my breasts, caressing them through the thin fabric of my satin bodice. His touch made my nipples harden into stiff peaks—to remain that way for the rest of the evening.

His mouth met my ear, his voice husky with desire murmuring, “I want you,” sending a thrill through me. Fingertips brushed my hair back over my shoulder exposing the bare skin of my neck. His lips kissed the place just below my ear, made their way down my neck, biting and kissing.

My head leaned back against him, my eyes closing as a moan escaped my lips. Raising my arm, I wrapped it behind his head, caressing his thick hair as his mouth made its way to the base of my neck. His teeth reached what he had determined to be my ‘sweet spot,’ that little hollow of my clavicle. As his mouth bit and sucked, my hips began to gyrate, pressing further into the beginnings of his erection.

“Easy,” he whispered.

His hands moved to my shoulders and he turned me to face him.

“My blushing bride,” he said with a brash smile, which only further ignited the warmth he had brought to my cheeks.

His dark eyes flashed with desire—he looked as if he would devour me. I shuddered as his lips met mine in a hard, punishing kiss. His mouth pressing against mine, his hands went to my lower back, smashing my breasts and stomach against his hard chest, claiming me with his tongue.

When he pulled away, I was left breathless, panting, my body begging for more. At the sight of my desire a flash of amusement crossed his face. Leaning down he kissed my cheek. “Get undressed. I’ll be right back.”

My eyes widened in shock. We had just gotten into the room. I had been so anxious to have sex with this man, then had to work through a bundle of nerves to get to the state I was now in—hot and ready for him to fuck my newlywed brains out. He could not leave this room without popping my ‘born again virgin’ cherry. Flabbergasted, I managed to spit out, “Where are you going?”

His fingertip pressed against my lips, shushing me. Eyes locked on mine, his tone commanding, he stated, “You don’t get to ask any questions tonight, little wifey. You are under my complete control. That is all you need to know. Understood?”

A look I had only caught glimpses of before was fully etched upon my husband’s handsome face. His dark eyes narrowed, an almost dangerous glint within them. His jaw was set, his lips pressed together. A look that didn’t need words to command, ‘do as I say—or else.’ Unable to form a response on my tangled tongue, I gave a nod.

Jake’s gaze devoured me. My eyes lowered in embarrassment. He could read me like a book, flushed cheeks, perked nipples, he could probably smell the desire that had dampened my panties beneath my silk dress. Sneaking a peek at his face, a shiver ran through me. My husband meant to own me—mind, body and soul.

And I had no doubt that he would.

Turning on his heel, the door opened, closed, the lock clicked—and he was gone.

Shaking out of my daze of desire, I paced the floor nervously. Carrie and Jessica had gotten me into this dress. How was I supposed to get out of it? Still being in the gown by the time Jake returned was not an option—that much was made clear by the dark gaze he gave me as he left the hotel room.

A delicious shiver trilled through my body as I replayed Jake’s possession in my mind. The way he looked at me as if I was plaything—his to do with what he would. The way he had kissed me so hard my lips were left feeling bruised, the way his hands pressed me hard against him until I was breathless. Did he know I desired to be taken completely out of control? To bend and break under his will? To learn the freedom of complete submission? Pleasure in pain?

Jake Hargett was a good man. A builder, a craftsman, a painter. He loved nothing more than to try his mostly failed attempts at cooking for me. To join me in taking my three boisterous nephews to the ranch to ride horses all day while I stayed behind chatting in Carrie’s cozy kitchen. Opening doors for everybody, carrying little old ladies’ groceries to the car. Renovating his own house, running a business. Painting abstract art that was nothing but strokes of color, but somehow gazing upon it moved you in a deep way.

Jake Hargett was already beyond the man of my dreams. I couldn’t ask for more from a husband. And yet, I had this thought… a tickling sensation in the back of my mind. What if my man could not only blow my mind by his achievements in the daylight, but also by his skills at nighttime, in the bedroom?

If this man could fuck half as good as he could deliver a bare bottomed spanking… maybe Jake would dominate me during sex. The idea had my pussy gushing, my buttocks clenching. Did my classic boy next door, all American, baseball playing man have a dark side too? Something beyond domestic discipline? Something, I had craved from a man all my life; had I now found it in my husband, the man I would spend the rest of my life with? My pussy dripping and throbbing, my nipples uncomfortably tight, I tried to focus on getting this dress off.

I shuffled over to the full-length mirror, turning and almost tripping over the flowing material of the long skirts in my haste. Reaching my hands up and over my shoulders, I strained to undo the top couple of buttons, training my eyes on the mirror. My breasts stood high and to attention, my nipples clearly visible and begging to be stroked, to be pinched until I was left gasping. I moved my hands back around my ribcage, unbuttoning the dress from my midback to my waist.

Having no more patience for the tiny pearls I shimmied, pulling the material down over my hips. The heavy dress fell to the floor. I stepped out of it, lifting it reverently and placing it over the back of a chair.

Standing before the mirror, my green eyes were bright with excitement, my lids darkened seductively by the professional hand of Jessica’s kohl liner and smoky eye shadow. High on my cheekbones a pretty pink flush had found a permanent home against the pale skin of my face since meeting Jake. My hair hung in long tendrils over my shoulders, coming down over my lace covered breasts, my peaked peach nipples showing through the shimmering fabric of the ivory silk slip I wore.

Carrie had insisted on taking me lingerie shopping for this special occasion. We had gone to her favorite store—just the name blazing proudly on the neon pink sign had me ready to hide my face in embarrassment. Naughty. Who names a store that, knowing you are going to have to walk right under that sign to get inside?

My only saving grace from dying of humiliation was that the store was one town over in Clinton. Luckily, as we made our way through Naughty with Carrie squealing “ooh, cute,” every aisle we turned down, we hadn’t bumped into anyone we knew.

Underneath the slip I wore nothing save the ivory lace G-string that Carrie had talked me into. Not able to get over the steep price tag for such a small amount of fabric, she had snatched it from my hands and paid for it herself, declaring it ‘the sexiest strip of cloth’ she’d seen.

Now, they were probably ruined. Should I change? Sliding my hands beneath the slip, I rubbed the material at my crotch, my pussy pulsing harder at my tentative touch. The G-string was beyond damp. It was soaked. What else had I brought with me? Mentally unpacking my suitcase, my stomach sank. All I had were my comfy, sensible bikini cut Hanes Her Way everyday panties—though I had checked them for stains before I threw them in my case—they were not appropriate for a wedding night.

The click of the latch startled me, my hand flying out from under my slip. My fingers had maybe strayed a little longer down there than necessary for the dampness test. Perhaps even exacerbating the problem.

The door swung open revealing Jake, looking like any bride’s hottest fantasy. Holding the door open with one hand, a black duffle bag hanging in the other, he looked completely at ease. His white tux shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, the sleeves rolled up just past his elbows. His black pants hung perfectly around his trim waist.

And his face. That tanned beautiful face. His brown wavy hair hung down over his brow in the sexiest way, but nothing could compare to the look in his eyes. It cut me to my core. There was a dark almost animal like look in them. Predator sizing up his prey.

My arms fluttered over my chest, wanting to cross in front of my breasts and cover up the sheer lacy fabric and the peaked pink nipples showing beneath. His gaze left me feeling naked, stripped down bare, no secrets hidden.

With a shake of his head, he placed the duffle down beside him. “Don’t,” he commanded.

My arms fell to my sides, face flushing as my nipples further tightened under his hungry gaze. Shutting the door and turning the lock, Jake faced me.

In the center of the room I stood, very aware that I was barefoot wearing nothing but a scrap of silk and a G-string and willing my arms to stay by my side.

A wave of heat flooded me as he neared. Standing before me, my stomach tightened with nerves as he looked me over. My eyes closed as his fingertips brushed the side of my cheek. They lightly grazed my neck, trailed down my collarbone, over the low neckline of my slip. I opened my eyes looking up at him from under my heavy lids as he lightly ran his finger over my nipple.

An electric current ran though the space between our bodies—we were not touching except for the tip of his finger connecting with my hardened nipple. My body went rigid and I held my breath as he took the sensitive bud between his fingers, squeezing lightly. I moaned, my knees weakening and bending slightly.

Leaving my breast, his fingers trailed down my torso, over my hip bone, stopping at the hem of my slip. The gentle pressure from the tips of his rough fingers catching the material of the silk slip had goosebumps raising on the flesh of my arms. A gentle tug at the bottom of the short slip, Jake murmured, “Very pretty. Did you pick this out just for me?”

I gave a nod, my eyes widening as Jake moved in closer, the distance between us closing. His crisp shirt and hard chest pressed against my thinly clad body and peaked breasts. One hand wrapped around me, resting on my lower back, heat radiating from his palm. The other hand still rested at the hem of my slip.

His hand lowered to my buttock, grabbing it hard in his hand, his fingertips digging into the soft fleshy curve of my bottom. I gasped as his fingers dug deeper, sending me up on my tippy toes, pulling me into him and pressing me against him. My slip rising and the cool air rushing beneath.

Holding me tightly, his hand squeezing my bottom, his other hand left the hem and slipped underneath, wrapping around my hip and grabbing it possessively. My arms lay limp at my sides as his grip on my bottom and hip tightened.

His mouth found mine and his hard, hungry kiss melted my insides to a pool of lava. My already wet pussy was pulsing and throbbing. My constricted nipples rubbed against his dress shirt and chest.

Standing on tiptoe, my arms wrapped around his neck, my mind was lost in the kiss. His tongue entered my mouth, exploring, possessing, sending thrills through me. His hands began to explore. The one squeezing my bottom now moving towards the cleft where by buttocks met. I froze, my tongue in his mouth, our lips pressed together.

Slipping his fingertip underneath the strand of my G-string, he pulled it back, letting it go with a snap. Then a sharp slap on my bare butt cheek. I gave a gasp and a shudder. Ending the kiss, he pulled back, his eyes smoldering with desire. Hands moving upward, they wrapped around my sides, sliding up my silky slip, resting around the cage of my ribs. My heart was fluttering with excitement.

“You’re such a beauty.”

“Thank you,” I murmured.

Tugging on a strand of my hair, a wolfish grin spread across his face. “Go lay on the bed.”

Was it time? Would we finally be consummating our marriage? I pictured Jake tearing off his clothing, climbing on top of me, us fucking like rabbits. Dear God, please tell me it was time. My entire body was pulsing with desire, wishing, hoping to finally be fulfilled.

I walked to the bed, throwing one last virginal glance over my shoulder. Arms crossed over his chest, Jake was hungrily watching my every move.

Crawling up onto the high bed, my slip rose up, my bare bottom peeking out at my husband. I quickly turned over, settling amongst the pillows. My hair spread out beneath me and I lay my legs straight out before me. Trying my best to look sexy, I pulled one leg up, raising my knee in the air casually—giving him a peek at the crotch of my creamy silk panties—and put what I hoped was a coy look on my face.

He gave a smile—he knew what I was doing. A feeling of shyness washed over me. Jake suddenly seeming so much more experienced than I did. I dropped my leg, folding my hands on my stomach. Giving a small chuckle, he walked over to the table by the door. To his black duffle bag. I tried to peek over his shoulder as he unzipped the bag.

I could see him pulling black, silky strands from the duffle. I got up the nerve to whisper, “What are you doing? I thought… I thought we were going to… have sex now,” I stuttered out nervously.

He strutted to the edge of the bed, cocking his brow. “Oh, we are. But I’d like to play with you a bit first.” He slid the long thin black silk pieces of fabric back and forth between his hands.

“What are those for?” An army of butterflies took flight in my stomach, my pussy clenching at the prospects.

“I’m going to tie you up.”

“You’re going to tie me to the bed?” I squeaked out.

“Of course. I even made sure to choose a hotel that had the appropriate head and foot board to do so.”

Looking over my shoulder, I noticed for the first time the bars of the brass bed. “On our first night of marriage, our first night sleeping together, you are going to tie me to the bed?”

“Yes.”

“And do what with me, exactly?”

“Everything.”

I scooted further back against the protection of my pillows.

“Everything?” I echoed in a small voice.

“Everything,” he growled.

Jake was moving towards me now, telling me to ‘lie spread’.

Lie spread? What did that entail? I pictured myself spread across the bed, arms and legs open and out, straight as sticks, as if I was preparing to make a snow angel. I gave a nervous giggle.

“Something funny?”

“No, I just—”

“Than do as I say.”

The dark tone of his voice startled me. I quickly scooted my bottom down to the middle of the bed. Taking a deep breath, I lay on my back, pulling my slip down modestly, then spreading my arms out so my hands were pointing to each of the far corners of the bed. My feet followed, my legs parting, the cool air meeting my damp pussy. I smelled the musky scent of my own desire.

My heart beat in my throat and I had never felt more virginal or vulnerable than I did now. What on Earth would he do with me?

“Turn over.”

Feeling shy, I hesitated, my nipples further tightening under his gaze.

“You’re taking too long, little lady. Turn over on your stomach before I take off my belt. The next time I give you a command, you obey.”

The idea of Jake removing his belt, the leather swishing through the loops of his trousers had my stomach clenching and my nipples tightening. I carefully turned over, trying to maintain some sense of modesty and hoping my slip would not ride up. My cheek lay on the pillow, my stomach pressed into the bed, hands and feet still spread.

Jake’s long, deft fingers quickly tied my right wrist to the bed, leaving a long trail of silk ribbon between the two. The material was cool against my skin. I tugged discreetly testing the strength of the knot. The ties around my wrist tightened.

Going to the other side of the bed, Jake tied my left wrist as he had done my right. He then moved to the foot of the bed, delicately tying my ankles to the shiny bars of the footboard.

“All tied up. Cat got your tongue?” he asked, tickling my bare feet with his finger tip. I jerked my foot back, the silks tightening. He stood at the foot of the bed, his stare leaving me quivering.

He could do whatever he wanted with me. He was never more in charge than at this moment. He was so big, so strong. And I was helplessly laying bound to this bed.

“I thought it appropriate on our first night of fucking to show you how in charge I am of your body. And teach you a little patience. You were, after all, trying to disobey my wishes at every turn of our engagement, were you not?” He paced around the bed as he spoke, his hands behind his back, his lecturing tone stern. “I would say ‘no’, you would say ‘yes’. I say ‘wait’, you say ‘now’. Pressing that naughty pussy against my thigh every chance you got. Humping me like a dog in heat, weren’t you? It was killing you to wait, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” I whispered, my thoughts on the stone steps that day echoing through my mind. “I was beginning to think a girl could die from desire.”

Chuckling darkly, he tugged on the knot of my right hand, standing over me at the head of the bed. “Nice and tight, just like I know your pussy will be.”

“Jake Hargett! You have a dirty mouth,” I exclaimed, shocked by the words coming from my clean-cut husband. He had never spoken this way during our engagement. A thrill ran through me.

“Not as dirty as my mind.” His fingers wrapped around my silk covered wrist, tightening until it was almost painful. “The things I have wanted to do to you, little girl. But I waited. And tonight, I get to do them all.” Unwrapping his hold on my wrist, his fingertips trailed the inside of my arm, lightly brushing over my skin. “I want to lick you, suck you, taste the sweet juices of your cunt. Spank your ass, pinch your nipples till you cry out. Make you come.”

This Jake, husband Jake was new to me. So darkly handsome, so dangerous. So ready to pleasure my body. To claim me. My hips shifted beneath me, my sex begging to find some purchase, some friction to rub it to ecstasy. But it looked like my poor, little pussy was going to be waiting a bit longer. My husband was teaching me a delicious lesson in patience—one I feared might drive me crazy before I was given release.

I was all out squirming by this point. Had I not been tied, despite my shame, I would have stuck my fingers right down into my panties and with a few hard strokes had myself coming. Right in front of Jake. Perhaps he knew this about me and hence—tied me to our honeymoon bed?

“Can’t you untie me, flip me over and go ahead and do that thing you said, with your mouth? Please? I’m begging you. Give me just a little taste,” I asked hopefully.

“Not a chance. You always want to rush things. Your body is focused on one thing—an orgasm. I’m going to make you wait, tease you, taunt you and give you a full experience. Only then will you get the ending you so desperately want,” he promised.

Nerves ran through me much like I imagined electricity might when one sticks a metal fork in a socket. I hid my face in the pillow, unable to process what was happening. How had my husband reached inside my mind and discovered my wildest fantasies?

His fingertips brushed over the goose pimpled flesh of the backs of my thighs, taking my slip with them. My silky slip rose up, my cheeks exposed. I lay my head to the side, my entire body tingling as I waited. What would he see fit to do with me?

His trail continued, the silky material now high up around my waist. My legs and bottom were completely exposed, save for the tiny strings holding the slip of panties in place.

“What to do, what to do, what to do with my Buttercup?” he sang, footsteps falling as he slowly walked around the perimeter of the bed. Stopping at my side, in my line of vision, his finger tugged at my G-string, snapping it back in place.

I gasped, trembling. I pulled my wrists in towards me, the resistance reminding me I was bound. Bound to the metal bed frame. Bound for my husband’s pleasure. Bound for my own pleasure—through pain. “Ow,” I cried as his hand came down fast, slapping my skin.

“The first lesson in marriage. Obey your husband or face the consequences.”

“But I haven’t done anything,” I breathed, my mind focused on my stinging skin.

“But you will. And then you will be sure to know what I will do.” Smack, another slap landed on my bottom. I breathed in.

“Up on your knees.”

Was there enough slack in the ribbons for me to obey his command? Best to obey first and find out second. I got up on my knees, having to scoot back a bit using the slack from the ribbons around my wrist to allow for the motion.

My knees folded beneath me, arms outstretched, I was in the child’s pose I had learned in that one, embarrassing yoga class I had tried. The child’s pose being the only one I could master.

“Up on your knees,” he demanded.

I shivered at the authority in his voice. Leaning forward, my upper body resting on the bed, I stuck my rear up in the air. The slip betrayed me, falling down further, settling around my breasts. The cool air rushed against my bare bottom, stuck up in the air fully exposed. Exactly how Jake wanted me.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. His hand came down again, the stinging slap of his palm marking me with pain. I let out a small moan.

“You’re my wife now, Buttercup. I will spank you when you disobey me. And I will spank you when I know you need it.” His hand came down again, but harder than before. The slap was loud and had me hoping the room had been sound proofed. My eyes shut tight in pain. And pleasure.

The curve of my bottom, where it met the tops of my thighs, was peppered with sharp, fast slaps. Right side, left side, right side, left side. I held in a cry, my skin burning, my pussy weeping and pulsing.

“You know what, though? Now, that you’re my wife, sometimes I will just spank you because I want to.” A sharp slap on the center of my bottom came next. “Because I feel like it.” A hard spank landed on the center of my right cheek, making me lose my breath. His mouth moved to my ear, my face buried in the mattress as he whispered, “Because I know how wet it makes you.”

And that was the moment Jake did his own dampness test on the crotch of my panties. I almost came as his finger lightly stroked, over the fabric, from my entrance, up my slit, and to my clit. He gave one gentle press on my button, then his finger disappeared. A deep guttural groan rose from within me, my thighs pressing together, squeezing my pussy, trying to create some relief.

“So wet for me, little wifey. And you’ve barely been touched.” His breath was hot against my ear. I turned to face him, my eyes closing. His lips met mine, pressing hard into me. As he kissed me, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, there was a heat behind the kiss I had not felt before. My back arched pushing my breasts further into the bed, my stinging bottom raising in the air.

As he kissed me, his fingers wandered down my spine, heading for my bottom. My mouth stopped moving, frozen in mid kiss, curious where he was going next. I pulled back with a gasp of surprise when I got my answer.

Jake’s fingers were following the trail of the string of my panties, between my buttocks. His finger stopped at the entrance of my bottom, resting there, right on my… bottom hole. His fingertip slipped beneath the G-String. The bare skin of his finger, touching the bare skin of my puckered rosebud.

My eyes went wide as they met his. There was a smile of pleasure on his face. Eyes locked on mine, he slipped his finger down, plunging it into my pussy. My eyes shut tight, groaning as the walls of my vagina wrapped around his finger. He slipped it back out, slick with juices it traveled up my perineum, back to my bottom.

“Jake,” I breathed, “I don’t know if I want—”

Eyes on mine, ignoring my protest, his finger entered my bottom, up to his first knuckle. I gave a sharp gasp as my hole stretched, his finger filling me. I had to look away in shame. It was so taboo, so wrong, but so… possessive. He moved his finger in further and a strange thing happened. A wave of submission washed over me. “I will take you here,” his finger moved out slightly, then back in, causing my pussy to feel a throbbing emptiness, “not tonight, but one day soon.” Burying my face in the pillow, I was beyond words. The thought of having anal sex had never crossed my mind. But that little fact didn’t matter—it had crossed Jake’s. Conflicting emotions of excitement and fear at the prospect of him entering me… there… I couldn’t handle the idea right now. His finger pushed in where no one had gone before and already had me on the edge of shame and pleasure.

Then it was gone. Clearing the thought of anal sex from my mind, I lowered my bottom, resting it on the backs of my feet. “Ow,” I cried, popping my bottom right back in the air after receiving a punishing spank.

“Bottom’s up,” he chuckled. I felt Jake leave my side, walking towards the table. To his black bag. Peeking out from my hiding place on my pillow, my eyes followed him, turning over my shoulder to see what he meant to do with me. What else was in that bag?

“Pretty is as pretty does.” Jake reached into his bag, pulling something out. Unable to get a glimpse of what he held, I lay my head back down on the bed. I wanted to bend my knees. I wanted to rest once more on my haunches. I did not want to receive another stinging slap, so I remained in position.

Jake was back at my side. My skin erupted in goosebumps as he slowly grasped my G-string, gave it a hard tug, ripping the seam and pulled it from my body. “Lay down on your stomach and spread your legs for me, baby.” My curiosity as to what mysterious item he had pulled from his bag and hidden below the sheets left me as I prepared to obey his commands.

Eager to have my punished bottom no longer high in the air, I quickly straightened out my legs, laying on my stomach. My face burning with shame, I spread my legs. The slip was useless, now essentially only covering my shoulders. Silly, it was barely enough material to even be considered ‘panties’, but I felt very naked now that they were gone. My bottom exposed and legs spread I knew Jake could see the rosebud he had entered, my open pussy, lips gleaming with wetness.

I gasped with surprise and pleasure as his index and middle finger plunged within me. “Please… keep them in there,” I moaned, my hips gyrating, shamelessly trying to fuck his fingers.

“Your little kitty is all wet, baby. You want me as much as I want you. But you’ll have to wait.”

My fists clenched, my eyes shutting tight—he had all the power.

His moistened finger left my pussy, trailing up my perineum again. All the muscles in my body tightened—he was going in there again?

“Relax,” he whispered.

I could do no such thing. Jake was going to put his finger in my bottom again. The foreign sensation had brought out such emotion in me, the stretching, the filling, the pulsing of my empty pussy, the wave of submission. I wasn’t sure I could handle it again. Not without an orgasm first.

“No, no way, Jake,” I breathed.

Mistake.

The familiar clicking of him unbuckling his belt—just as he did at the end of the day when he was undressing—made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. Because this time, it was different. The sound of the metal buckle not my man undressing—it was a threat.

“Jake—I just never… no one’s ever been in there before, you know?” I tried to talk my way out of what I knew was to come.

“You don’t tell me, ‘no’. I made that clear. I love you. I would never hurt you beyond the temporary pain of punishment, or pleasure. You will learn to trust. You will learn to obey. Even if it means using my belt to teach you.”

“No, please, Jake…” I begged. Deep down past the point of admittance, I knew I had wanted this for a very long time. The way Jake stood in our living room, hands on his trim hips, resting on the leather of the belt around his waist. There were too many times to count that my eyes had trailed to that belt… wondering what it would be like for him to lay me over the edge of the bed, taking the leather strap to my bare skin for punishment, or pleasure.

Folding the belt in half, I jumped as he cracked it in the air, as if denouncing my disobedience. He drew back his arm, the leather whooshing through the air. He brought it down with a slap, the strap bit into my skin, a burning line of fire spreading across the center of both my buttocks. “Oh,” I moaned. The pain was delicious. The strap came down again, this time harder and on the more sensitive area of my sit spots. Two lines of fire crossed my bottom. My hips squirmed, and I let out a whimper. The leather whooshed through the air, causing my buttocks to clench tightly. The belt fell again, with a loud smack, the hardest whip yet. I cried out, tears stinging my eyes.

“Are you finished telling me, ‘no’? Finished trying to control what is not yours to control?” His mouth found my ear, whispering, “Are you ready to fully submit your body to me, your will to me, baby?”

“Yes, Jake, yes!” I cried out.

“Good girl.” Kissing my cheek lightly, he moved away from my face.

“Relax,” he repeated his original command.

As best I could, I spread my knees, the three stripes across my bottom still burning hot and stinging, a reminder of my required submission. Taking deep breaths, I tried to relax the muscles of my poor little rosebud willing the tight hole to ease. Jake’s fingers deftly untied the silks around my wrists and hands. I brought my hands beneath my face, leaving my ankles spread far from one another.

Jake took an item out from under the sheet. A tube of lube. He squirted a generous amount—on not one fingertip, but two. I held my tongue, gulping back my protest. It had felt so full, so tight with just one of his fingers inside me—how on Earth was he going to get two in there?

He brought his fingers to my bottom, hovering over his target. “Get on your knees, grab your cheeks and spread them as far as you can for me.”

Seriously? It was bad enough that Jake was entering this off-limits area, and that it was making my pussy pulse harder than it ever had, but to have to partake in the deed? Offering him easier access to my taboo spot. Shuddering at the memory of the bite of the last stroke of his belt, I raised up on my knees, bottom once again waving in the air and reached behind me. My fingertips grabbed the sore flesh of my bottom. I spread my cheeks apart, feeling the stretching of my bottom hole.

From where I lay, I could only see Jake from the waist down. I had no idea what was happening behind me.

“Oh!” I exclaimed as the cold slippery lube touched my hole. One finger slipped inside me, stretching and filling me as I moaned with shame and pleasure. Then, a second finger joined the first, causing me to gasp with its intense burning.

The feeling of his two fingers inside me was different than anything I had experienced. There was a pinching pain, a stretching uncomfortableness, a fullness and a slow, spreading pleasure. Another, stronger wave of submission washed over me as he slowly pumped his fingers within me.

“Oh,” I moaned, too taken by his possession of me to say anything intelligible. Another pump, then his fingers left me, my pussy and bottom now achingly empty. “Stay relaxed, baby.” I did as he said and was rewarded by a cool gel touching my anus. Something harder than his fingertip pressed against my lubed muscles. I took a deep breath, trying to relax. The item now pressed its way into my orifice, slowly gaining purchase. “Please,” I begged, not knowing if I was begging for him to take it out or push it in further. I wanted to ask what it was that had my bottom plugged tight, but Jake had shown his displeasure at my questioning. It had to be just that—a butt plug—something I had once overheard Jessica and Carrie whispering over Carrie’s kitchen table about, their faces blushing and their words trailing off when I had entered the room.

One final thrust, and the thing filled me completely. I lost my breath for a moment, squirming as my hips rotated in the air. Jake confirmed my suspicions. “It’s a plug for your pretty little bottom. You should see how beautiful you look, on your knees, your ass plugged for me.”

Five minutes ago, I hadn’t even seen a butt plug in person. Now, I was on my hands and knees on the bed with one filling my bottom in the most unusually erotic way.

I was panting for him. He left the room, the sound of water in the sink. Then he returned, applying more lube to his fingers.

His fingers found my pussy and plunged within again. The feeling of his fingers filling my pussy while the plug filled my bottom threw me over the edge. I began to moan in guttural animal noises, the sound unfamiliar to my ears. My hips bucking back and forth, my mound searching for his palm to rub my clit against.

He slapped my bottom. “What am I always telling you, little girl? What do you need to learn?”

“Patience,” I breathed, sure I had the answer correct. I forced my hips to still, wanting to fuck his hand like an animal.

“That’s right.” He withdrew his fingers from me and released my ankles. I was near tears from wanting him so badly.

“Turn over,” he whispered.

I quickly obeyed. Taking a deep breath, I lay on the bed. I pulled my slip down in place, the material wrinkled beyond smoothing. My hands lay over my stomach, my ankles crossed demurely.

Jake climbed up onto the bed. A sweet smile spread across his face. Gently, he took my ankles in his hands, uncrossing them and parting my legs. He crawled up in between my knees. “Pretty, pretty girl. I finally get to see what my wife tastes like.”

My hands flew to my face, hiding my blushing cheeks. Pushing up my slip until it was around my waist, he exposed my bare pussy. “I like this,” he said, rubbing my shaved skin. “Did you do this for me?”

A shiver ran through me. “Of course,” I answered, lowering my hands and smiling shyly at him. His handsome face radiated love, his hands moving to my thighs.

Then his head disappeared between my thighs.

“Oh my god,” I gasped, my knees bending and shooting up on either side of his head. My eyes closed, and my head lolled to the side. I saw stars behind my eyelids as he plunged within me, fucking my pussy with his strong tongue. His mouth surrounded my clit, sucking and nibbling. My back arched, my hips bucked, my pelvis pressed into his face.

His mouth left me. Looking down at me he said, “Patience. Now, put your bottom back down on the bed like a good girl. So rude, pressing your pussy up into the air like that.”

I closed my eyes in shame, lowering myself back down onto the bed.

They popped open wide when Jake slapped the bare skin of my mound. “Naughty girl.”

“You can’t spank me… there,” I gasped.

He slapped my pussy again. “I can spank you here.” His big hand grabbed my hip, turning it so my bottom was exposed. Another hard slap, this time to my already sore bottom. “I can spank you there.” Pressing my hip back down onto the bed, he spanked my pussy once more. “I can spank you anywhere.”

His mouth was on mine. I could taste my honey nectar on his lips. He kissed me hard, my hips threatened to gyrate, but I used every ounce of my energy to control them.

“Jake, please,” I begged when he pulled away from me.

“You want more?” he asked, his eyes glassy with his own desire.

Biting my bottom lip, I nodded. I couldn’t take much more. I wanted what I needed.

On his knees on the bed, Jake looked me over once more, murmuring, “Beautiful,” for what felt like the hundredth time that night. He disappeared beneath me.

My hands grabbed his thick hair, pulling his face tighter into me. The sucking stopped, and his tongue ran roughly over my clit, the pressure building. Two of his fingers slipped inside me, the walls of my vagina clenching hard around them. The walls of my bottom tightened around the plug.

I couldn’t think, I couldn’t breathe. Jake gave a final, deep plunge of his fingers, his mouth moving faster and harder over my clit. I bucked hard, my pelvis hovering in the air as my entire body exploded into ecstasy. He pinched my nipple hard. I cried out from the shocking pain. I cried his name. I cried every swear word I had ever heard.

His fingers still pumping within me, I was coming once, twice, a third time. I could take no more, my hands shoving his head from me. A heady, choking, sob of a laugh escaped me, tears burning in my eyes. My knees fell to either side, laying on the bed. My body went slack. My eyes closed, my head resting on the pillow.

I was spent.

He was not finished with me.

His hungry eyes never left me as he unbuttoned and unzipped the black tux pants he wore. From them sprung the head of his long, hard, beautiful cock. Seeing it for the first time, I was not disappointed. But I was scared—that thing looked like it could tear me in two, especially with my bottom already filled with the plug.

Leaning over me, his hands pressing into the bed on either side of my face, he kissed my forehead, my eyelids, my cheek bones. He softly kissed my lips. “My wife,” he murmured sweetly.

The tip of his cock pressed against my entrance, then plunged within me.

I moaned. It was everything I had waited for and more. As we moved our bodies together, we were one.

Thrusting his huge cock all the way into me, I gasped at the pressure. I was filled with Jake, filled with the plug, filled with a burning rapture. A new orgasm began to build in the walls of my pussy, clenching around his hard member. My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him tightly to me. I kissed his neck as he moved in and out, my hips moving back and forth to greet him each time.

“Oh, Buttercup. How I have wanted you.”

“Was I worth the wait?”

At my words, he froze. His eyes opened and locked on mine, his fingertips brushing the hair back out of my eyes.

“Every single second. And every single year of the ten years I waited for you to come back to Poke.”

Tears stung my eyes, threatening to fall. Jake loved me. I had known it, but here in this bed, with him inside of me for the first time, I knew it.

“My God, I love you,” I breathed. Jake began moving his hips back and forth slowly, and my pelvis rose to meet his. We found a rocking rhythm that took both our breaths away. We moved faster, a tightening building within me. Jake gave a moan of pleasure, his fingers clutching my hair as we came together, man and wife. Two becoming one.