GAVIN
There's been nothing conventional about our relationship. Nothing conventional about how we met. About our wedding. Everything has been extraordinary because that's what kind of people we are. Why should our honeymoon be any different?
I took Althea to Aruba because that's where she wanted to go. In the daytime, we did all the touristy sightseeing stuff. Sailing and snorkeling, lounging around on the beach. But at night...well, the night is my domain.
I told her I'd be pulling out all the stops. I know I have to be careful with her because of the baby. But tonight I want to remind her what she signed up for. Tonight, I demand her complete subservience. And she's agreed. It's her wedding gift to me. I just hope she knows what she's in for.
Althea peeks out of the bathroom before her body follows in the black outfit I bought for her. The black bodysuit hugs her curves. She swears that her belly is already swelling, but I can't see it. All I see is the sexy kitten I married. The tight black skirt she's wearing barely covers her ass. The black thigh high stockings that run down her long legs are sexy as hell. She looks nervous. She should be.
“Come. Sit.” I motion for her to sit on the tall round bar stool in our suite.
I'm dressed like James fucking Bond. This is a black-tie affair, after all. I want her to get the rich feeling of all the darkness I'm about to unleash on her.
She pulls herself up onto the stool, and the second she does her skirt hikes up so high that I can see the snaps of the bodysuit between her thighs.
“Fucking pervert. Can't even keep your skirt down.” I round her, giving her something to lean against. She tries in vain to pull her skirt down, and I grab her arms, forcing them behind her back. The skirt slides back into place, showing her mound. The bodysuit is so tight that the crotch is threatening to slip between her folds. I bought a size too small on purpose.
She tries to close her legs as if it will help the skirt fall down, and I wrap a hand around her throat, squeezing enough to startle her but not enough to hurt. “Keep those legs spread. If you want me to see it, I'm going to see it.” I use my free hand to hike her skirt up even further, exposing her pale, flat belly.
Althea lets out a stifled giggle as I step into her view. I release her neck, my hand moving to her hair to fist into it. She says it looks better short, but these past few months I've made her grow it out so that I'd have more to grab onto. She gazes up into my eyes with lustful aggression, and I turn her lips into an O as my other hand slips between her legs, pressing the rough material against her sensitive clit.
“I'm going to make you ache to come,” I tell her as I begin to massage my fingers against the spot that gives her bliss. She's never felt need before like she will tonight. I'll make sure of that.
“You want to torture me?” She pouts.
“Maybe,” I say against her temple before giving it a gentle kiss.
“Why?” she breaths out when I yank on her hair.
“Because tonight is all about me,” I inform her, rubbing until she's a panting mess. It's so easy to get her close with just the right touch of my fingers.
I listen to the sound of her breathing, to the uptick of it. I feel the tiny pulse beneath my fingertips that tells me she's about to fire off. And then I grip her throat again, kissing her as the oncoming orgasm ebbs away. If looks could kill, she'd slice me in half. She lets out a choked whine, her eyes going large and pleading.
I ignore her silent pleas, pulling the skirt up her body. The stretchy material allows me to take it off of her without having to force it down her hips. Then I slip my hand between her legs, kissing her neck as I unfasten the snaps that hold the bodysuit down. The scent of her wetness flies up with it, clouding my nostrils with her arousal. I hiss as I sink my teeth into her neck and she cries out. My hands work to take off her bodysuit. I need her naked.
“Your body is so fucking perfect,” I tell her as I cast the bodysuit aside, admiring her perky tits. I can't wait until they fill out from the baby.
Practically falling off of the stool, her cunt is on full display for me. I slide two fingers between her folds, slicking them with her wetness. They glide effortlessly back and forth, and she begins to breathe heavily again. Once she's on the edge, it's easier to take her back there. I have to be careful, or she'll come without my permission, and that would just ruin everything. I can't allow it to happen, so instead of focusing on her clit, I slip my fingers into her and hook them, slowly thrusting in and out, stretching her and preparing her for my dick.
“That's a good girl,” I whisper as I slide my fingers in all the way to the knuckles, then begin roughly pumping them, jerking her small body on the stool. I know it's taking great effort for her to stay in place.
“Please make me come, sir.” The need I was hoping to see on her face is already there, but I'm far from done playing with her.
Instead of continuing, I stop moving completely. “Do you think you have any say in what happens tonight?”
Her wetness is already dripping down my hand. I kiss her cheek, then her neck, my eyes locked on her thick nipples. They're so hard they could probably cut glass right now. I bet she's secretly yearning for me to play with them, fighting with everything in her not to touch them herself.
I wait until I know it's safe to begin again, then I start thrusting my fingers. Her greedy little pussy makes a squelching noise as I pump into it. Her breathing picks up almost instantly.
“You're so fucking wet. Look at how wet you are?” I pull my fingers from her before she has a chance to come, showing them to her. She looks at the glistening sheen on them for a fraction of a second before glaring at me again.
“You're terrible,” she whispers.
“But you love it. Look how hard your nipples are. How swollen your clit is.” I pull the hood back so she can see her bud peeking out. It's red with need, engorged and wanting my touch. My hands. My lips. Anything to give her that final push. “You want to be touched so badly, don't you?” I give her clit the lightest brush of my fingertips.
She lets out a tortured groan and bucks her hips towards me. I grip her hair, pulling her back and holding her in place.
“Oh no, angel. The devil gets his way tonight.” I give her clit a few more teasing strokes. The frustration in her eyes is almost palpable. She's looking at me so desperately, silently begging me to let her come.
I continue the torture until she's so horny that tears are streaming down her face. I know she loves this just as much as she hates it. She's being a good girl, and for that, she'll get a reward later.
I kiss her lips, thinking about how much I love her. Thinking of how lucky I was to find her. Not many women would put up with me.
“You're my little fucktoy for life now. You know that, right?” I jerk her head back, forcing her to look at me, my fingers planted inside of her to the brim. I vibrate them for half a second, and she shudders, her cunt clenching around me.
I tighten my grip in her hair, my voice raising several octaves. “What did I tell you not to do?”
“I'm sorry, sir,” she whimpers. “When you told me I was going to be your little fucktoy for life, it was just so hot. I was so happy, I couldn't help it.”
Her words soften my heart instantly. I know she's not lying.
“I need to punish you now,” I tell her, trying to sound like I'm pissed. “Get on your knees.” I guide her to the bed by her hair.
She takes the position, her back arched, her butt sticking up in the air. Seeing her wet pussy pushed out makes my dick strain in my slacks. I bite my bottom lip as I give her ass a slap so hard that the sound echoes. “What did I tell you not to do?”
“Come. You told me not to come, sir,” she cries out as I spank her.
Watching her butt turn pink and knowing that her tits are jerking beneath her makes my cock painfully hard. It won't be much longer before I'll have to be inside of her.
“Spread your legs. I want to see that disobedient pussy. I think it needs to be spanked, too.”
She does as she's told, exposing her sweet pink lips to me. I rub my palm over them before giving her cunt a gentle slap. Althea whimpers, but I feel her clit pulse.
“God damn, you look so ready to be bred.” I play with her clit while I stroke myself over my slacks. Her shoulders heave with heavy breaths. I know she's ready to come again.
I crawl onto the bed in front of her. She grins up at me, wiggling her butt. It's obvious she thinks I want a blowjob, but that's not the case.
“Turn around.” I make her sit on the bed and lean back against me with her legs spread. “If you want to come, you're going to have to finish the job yourself.” I reach around her to grope her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingertips.
“Are you really going to let me come, sir?” Her hand flies to her pussy, rubbing in tight circles as if she's scared I'm going to take it back.
“Yes. I want to see you make yourself cream.” I slide a hand up her body, tilting her head back to kiss me while the other hand roughly pulls on her nipple. She squeaks into my mouth, but her fingers never stop moving on her clit until she's gotten release, panting against my lips.
“Now it's my turn.” I stand, placing my palm on her chest to force her onto her back. I grab her arm, pulling her to the edge of the bed like a rag doll. She looks exhausted and lost, still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm. I don't give her time to fully enjoy it, pulling my hard veiny sex from my slacks and releasing it on top of her mouth..
I grab her jaw, forcing her head all the way to the side and holding her in place while I slowly slide my tip in. Her lips close around me, and her tongue gets to work teasing my slit as I work myself in and out of her mouth.
“That's a good little girl. Take my cock. I should come all over your pretty face, but that pussy needs to be filled.”
Her breasts point up at me as I fuck her face, and I can't resist the urge to play with her perked nipples. She groans around me, her throat shuddering. It feels like heaven has descended on my dick. I thrust faster, wanting to feel more of it, my hands groping into the soft flesh of her breasts.
She slips a hand between her legs to pleasure herself again, but I quickly pull it away. “None of that. This is my time now.” I curl my fingers into her hair, rutting her mouth like an animal as punishment. It feels so fucking good that I can feel my stomach start to tighten. Much more of this and I'll shoot my load down her throat. Maybe I should. I've already put a baby in her. And we're in no hurry. We have all night. And the rest of our lives.