0 comments/ 42437 views/ 1 favorites Wedding Jitters Ch. 1 By: The Kitty Tomorrow, I will marry Tom. I have waited my entire life for this day to come. Tom and I have known each other for one year. We met at work. Tom is 25 years old and owns his own political consulting firm. I am 23 and working as a consultant for Tom's firm. The job requires a great deal of ambition and an aggressive nature. I am the only woman working there and sometimes I feel the stress is too much, but I love the job. Shortly after we began dating, our third date to be exact, Tom and I began having sex. I had been with other guys and he with other women. I must admit I was somewhat frightened at the speed at which our relationship was growing. Tom took control of the situation and began telling me what he wanted me to do to him. I found this to be a real turn-on. Most of the guys I had dated seemed hesitant at taking control. I think they were afraid of being charged with rape or something. After spending my days telling political candidates what they should and should not do, it was a real treat to come home and have a man take over. When we decided to get married, I explained to Tom that I wanted him to be in charge of our married life. He had a puzzled look on his face. I explained that I wanted a husband who was not afraid of his masculine side and one who would protect me and take care of me. In return I promised that I would submit to him all of these powers. I promised to continue the active sex life that we currently enjoyed and to only say no to his sexual advances when my health was a factor. I was to please him whenever he asked. He had to obey two rules, 1) if I did not want intercourse, he would accept another form of my pleasing him. 2) he would protect me from all dangers It was after this conversation that the idea came to Tom. Instead of having bachelor's parties we would have a ceremony the night before our wedding in which we would take the vows set forth in our conversation. I was not very anxious at first. I was uncomfortable saying these things in front of our friends. Tom then decided for me. He explained that if we have separate parties, there would be strippers and sex involved with strangers. I was taken back by this statement because I would never think of cheating on him. He also suggested we only invite close friends and explain the subject matter to them. I didn't want Tom sleeping with some slut dancer, so I agreed. Since I was responsible for 90% of the wedding planning, Tom agreed to do all the preparations for what we called the "Vows of Submission and Protection". I must admit that I was getting excited about it. I would not have to do anything but show up and declare myself to him. I came home from work at noon so I could finish some of the important details of the wedding. When I walked into our bedroom, I discovered a group of wrapped packages on the bed. They all had tags saying they were for me, from Tom. A note on top of one package informed me that I was to open these and wear them to tonight's ceremony. The first package contained white stockings and a garter belt. The second, a half cup bra, which supported my breasts but did nothing to cover them up. The third present was a beautiful white hat, with flowers all around it. The next package I opened had a dress which resembled a wedding dress, but was very short. The final package was the largest and my mouth dropped as I inspected its contents. Inside was an array of items including, a razor, some scissors, a camcorder, a large dildo, a picture of a nude woman, and a tape player with cassette tape labeled "Play Me". As I listened to the tape of Tom's voice, I knew that he had much more planned for tonight than just saying our "vows". He was planning on showing me off to our friends. Fear set in and I wanted to call off this ceremony. The last thing I wanted was to have our friends seeing me in the nude. I had often fantasized about exhibiting my "goods" but now I was scared of the thought. I knew I could not cancel our evening, it would start the marriage off on the wrong foot if I was to go back on my promises. The recording continued with Tom instructing me to shave my pubic region, leaving some of my auburn hair but keeping it trimmed very close. I was to look at the picture of the naked woman to see what specifications he was referring to. I had never shaved there before. I heard so many stories of how much it itched. I knew Tom liked his ladies to be close shaven or bald "down there", from the assortment of magazines he kept on the subject. I was also to videotape myself as I was shaving. Tom said this would be my present to him. And finally, Tom suggested that once I was done shaving, I use the large dildo (he claimed it was 10") to make myself cum. This too was to be part of the video recording but was entirely voluntary. I was upset with his final direction as it was not his usual aggressive self. He was not telling me to masturbate but saying I could if I wanted. I didn't figure I would since I had so much else to do. I went to the bathroom and trimmed and shaved my pussy hairs until they were cropped very close to my skin. I set the cam corder on a tripod we had and filmed the entire process. I was thinking, how can this get Tom off? When I was confident my pubic hair would meet with his satisfaction, I stared at it in the full length mirror. I was surprised to see and feel the stirrings of arousal from my pussy. After admiring my work for a brief time, I decided that I would masturbate for Tom. It would make a great gift and allow him to masturbate while looking at me instead of the women in his magazines. I set the camera up in our bedroom and lay spread-eagled on the center of the bed. I began slowly running my fingers along my breasts. I would squeeze the nipples and then continue the journey down my belly. As my fingers came to my thighs I slowly ran the tips against my glistening clitoris. The sensations were immediate and the yearnings became too intense. I dipped a finger into the warm, moist confines of my sex. This sent another wave of sensations through my body. I continued to pleasure myself, closing my eyes and dreaming of Tom's huge cock. I was lost inside my sexual desires as I felt an orgasm building inside me. I stopped, not wanting these sensations to end. I felt a strong need to have a cock inside me. While I have a large appetite for sex, these urges were strong even for me. I remembered the dildo and reached over to the night table to get it. It was very similar to Tom's cock. As a matter of fact, it almost looked as if he had it made from a mold of his own penis. My pussy was very wet and I could not dally around with the preliminary stuff. I wanted a cock and the only one available was this rubber one. I tried to shove it inside me but could not get it all in without some pain. I slowed and allowed my cunt muscles to adapt to its size and then proceeded. Once the entire shaft was inside me, I began pumping it in and out of my quivering vagina as fast as I could. I had forgotten about the cam corder and could focus on only one thing....getting myself to cum. As the familiar tingles of my orgasm began rocking my inner being, I was now holding the dildo with both hands and ravaging myself with it. I couldn't take much more, I had to cum. As the walls of resistance finally broke down, waves of desire and pleasure sent my body into spasms. All of this being captured by the camera for my husband-to-be. When I came down from my orgasm, I cleaned up myself and began preparing for this evening. I put the clothing on as I was instructed. The dress was so short it barely covered my crotch. You could see the bands of the garter that were holding the stockings up. I was not allowed to wear panties. I looked in the mirror and admired my beauty there. Just looking at myself in this slutty outfit, knowing that everyone would be watching me, caused more wetness to begin seeping from my honey pot. Tom arrived home only an hour before the ceremony was to begin. I was laying on the bed, wanting to make love. Of course we couldn't, it would be a 30 minute drive back to the office. The ceremony was going to be conducted in the boardroom. Tom grabbed his tuxedo and threw it in the car. I went to grab something to cover myself, since the car is a convertible and we would be spending a great deal of the drive on the highway that loops through town. Tom grabbed my coat from me saying, "NO YOU DON"T!, It is warm out and you don't need a coat." I protested briefly and as usual he won. As I climbed into the car, I noticed that when I sit, the hem of the dress became much higher. It would be easy for anyone driving next to us to see my crotch. The top of the dress was a very sheer white jacket and my breasts were very obvious to all who wanted a peek. The brisk air added to their notice ability as my nipples grew very large. On the drive to the ceremony, I lost track of the number of truckers who blew their horns as they passed, showing their appreciation for the view. My long legs accentuated the shortness of the dress and gave them a wonderful view. I became very horny as I thought of what else blew in those trucks. We arrived at the office only ten minutes before everything was to begin. I asked Tom how many people he had invited but he wouldn't tell me. As a matter of fact, he didn't say much of anything. We parked the car and Tom instructed me to stay in the car. He would change in his office and send Jennifer, (our receptionist), to get me when it was time. I could not believe he invited Jennifer. He knew I had fantasies about involving her in our bedroom activities, but I have to work with her! I wondered how many other people from work were invited? Fifteen minutes later, Jennifer came to get me. She was wearing a very nice dress. It flattered her slender body. I laughed thinking she looked as if she was going to a wedding. I asked Jennifer questions about what she knew. She did not say anything. She only handed me a piece of paper that said, "I am not to speak, only to lead you to your coronation." We rode the elevator, without saying a word, to the 8th floor. As we walked down the hallway to the boardroom, I could feel the aching beginning in my loins. I had no idea who would be there or what my future husband planned on having me do once we arrived. Jennifer motioned for me to stay in the hall until she came back out. She was only away briefly. I followed her into the same boardroom I had been in many times before. I glanced around the room, scared to make eye contact with anyone. There were about 30 people in the room. Almost everyone from work had been invited. My eyes darted from face to face. Besides my coworkers, there were; my sister and her husband, my kid brother, Tom's three sisters as well as two of his three brothers, Jennifer, Nancy (a friend of mine from college), Bill (an ex-boyfriend of mine), and Alexandria (Tom's ex-girlfriend). But as my gaze reached the far end or the table, I received the biggest surprise....Three of our top clients, all very distinguished U.S. Senators; Senator Nathaniel Hope (D-MO), Sen. Mark Hyde (R-TN), and Sen. Joyce McCoy (R-TX). I felt very warm as my face flushed with the embarrassment of knowing all these people were here to witness my submission to Tom. These were people who felt I was very strong minded and now they would know the truth; I want to be sexually dominated for the rest of my life. The initial humiliation had not even settled in entirely, when I saw what they had been watching while waiting on me. The wall-sized projection TV was filled with the image of my masturbation scene from earlier in the day. I felt so low at that point. I was mad but I wasn't angry. Tom broke the silence by announcing to me, "Honey, we were just watching you enjoy your afternoon off." I couldn't bring myself to say anything. I simply nodded my head and looked back to the screen. "Everyone thinks you did a good job shaving your pussy", Tom continued, "Jennifer wants you to shave her when we get back from our honeymoon." Again I could only nod. I felt everyone's eyes piercing my scant clothing. It felt as if they were trying to burn them off of me with their X-ray vision. Tom walked back to where I was standing and escorted me to the front of the room. Standing at the front was Judge John Sullivan. He was to be the "master of ceremonies". As I arrived at my position I knew everyone was looking at my ass. If they looked close enough they could see the bottom curves that hung below the hemline of the dress. Judge Sullivan was smiling as he gave a few remarks about the ceremony. He explained to everyone in attendance that at the end of the ceremony, I would be required to fulfill any and all of Tom's sexual fantasies. Tom would be required to assure I was given a good place to live and protection from evil forces. I wasn't sure what "evil forces" was suppose to mean but I said nothing. I began feeling a little more at ease as we recited the oaths Tom wrote for the event. I also rationalized that Tom would not get too carried away since our siblings were here. I was only too grateful he did not invite my parents. When the judge was finished and pronounced us as one for our coupling, he turned to Tom and said, "You may now take command of your bride." Tom took my hand and gently kissed it. He looked at me, the love piercing through my soul, and said, "Holly, we must pay the good judge for his services. I have no money so you must pay him." I looked at him with shock in my eyes, I hadn't brought any money, How was I to pay him? Then I saw the twinkle in his eye as he pushed me to my knees. I felt the throbbing of my heart as I reached out to unzip the judges pants. I was to give him a blow job in front of all these people, all my friends. I was torn between the feeling of humiliation and sexual desire. As the judge's cock was freed from his trousers, Tom said, "Holly, you must be on your HANDS and knees for this." I knew the purpose was to allow everyone an unobstructed view of my shapely ass cheeks. I obeyed my husband-to-be. When I was on my hands and knees, I again took hold of Judge Sullivan's cock and brought it to my lips. As I was doing this, Tom walked behind me and lifted the dress so it would not hide any of my private areas. I could feel the moisture building within my swollen pussy lips. I knew the three Senators were sitting close enough they could see the gapping hole of my cunt. I could not see any of them, so I was forced to imagine what they were doing. My attention became focused on the oral duties before me. Judge Sullivan's penis was about 6-7 inches long, but quite thick. I allowed the head of his manhood to become engulfed into my mouth. I could feel it growing harder as I continued to take more of him into my mouth. It was not long before I had the entire shaft in me, my lips touched the base of his pelvic area. The judge began thrusting his cock inside my throat, while his hands held the back of my head. He was setting the pace, and it was a furious one. He continued fucking my mouth for only about a minute longer before his moans became louder and he finally screamed, "OOOOHHH I AM CUUUMMMING!" I braced myself for the load he was going to shoot into my belly. But instead he withdrew his penis from my small warm mouth and began shooting jets of warm, sticky semen all over my face. I tried to swallow some but Tom insisted I close my mouth. I was to be bathed in the Judge's sperm. As I knelt there motionless, Judge Sullivan continued stroking his cock and spraying load after load of his cum against my face and into my long red hair. The judge replaced his cock into his pants saying, "Damn Tom, you have one helluva woman there." The cum was drying on my face but Tom would not allow me to clean it off. Instead he took his hands and grasping a cheek of my ass in each one, he spread my ass open so everyone could see my anal opening. I had promised Tom he would be the first to take me there if he married me. He obviously had decided to claim his prize early. The only view I had was to glance at the projection TV as someone was video taping this for future use. Tom took one finger and plunged it into my dripping pussy. He made sure his finger was completely covered with my juices and then shoved it into my ass. I saw my tiny anal opening spread as his large finger began probing where no one had been allowed before. There was a sharp pain as he thrust the finger inside me, but it soon vanished as he withdrew it. His purpose was only to show everyone that I had never taken a cock in this, my most private of spots. Then Tom unzipped his pants and removed his enormous cock through the fly. He didn't remove his pants, nor did he even unfasten them. It was quite a turn on (as I later watched the tape) to see his huge 10" cock that was every bit as thick as my wrist, hanging from his pants like that. I felt him push the head of his member into the entrance of my sweet cunt. It was such a tight fit even after the many times he had shoved his tool into that tiny hole. Inch by inch he gradually thrust more of his prick inside. I knew everyone was watching and sharing in our celebration. When Tom had finally buried his entire length into my pussy, he stopped and then began a rhythmic thrust. With each one I could not help but let out a moan. I tried to control the noises coming from my mouth, I knew everyone was watching. Tom continued to thrust inside of me, he was always good in the endurance category. While he ravaged my swollen cunt, Jennifer approached where we were and whispered something to Tom. Tom nodded his acceptance. Jennifer walked in front of me. She lifted her skirt and showed everyone she was without panties. "Lick my cunt, you nasty bitch!", Jennifer commanded. I had never seen Jennifer act this way before. She was normally so shy and quiet. Tom chimed in, "Holly, do anything Jenny wants or asks of you unless I over-rule her. You always wanted to make love to her, now is your chance." I was now utterly embarrassed that everyone knows I had the hots for this young blonde girl. Jennifer is a knockout, she is a natural blonde about 19 years old. She has eyes that are so blue they make everyone, man or woman, melt when they look into them. She was not a very buxom girl, but what she had was very perky and solid. I knew this because she and I go to the same gym and I had to sneak a look at her in the shower one morning. But now Jennifer had changed, I wasn't sure I wanted her this aggressive, but if Tom said I must do this then I must. "I know you want me. I have seen how you stop your routine at the gym early and take a shower whenever I do.", Jennifer said. She was right, one day I wasn't even 10 minutes into my workout when I saw her heading for the showers. I didn't think I was that noticeable but I followed behind her. Dreaming that someday I would be able to taste the sweet juices of her blonde pussy. Now, I was given that chance! But in front of 30+ people. She brought her crotch closer to me and I could already smell the fragrance of her sex. She was very wet as I found out when My tongue first began to dart at her opening. Tom had never seen me with another woman. I had confessed to him that I had made love to my roommate in college, Nancy. Who was also here watching me do things she taught me. Tom was having some difficulty keeping his composure as my tongue explored the swollen lips of Jenny's cunt. I knew he fantasized about making love with Jennifer as well and he secretly hoped that if we invited her over he would get to enjoy her also. The problem was we did not know if she was bisexual or not. Now we had a better idea. I continued thrusting my long tongue in and out of Jenny while Tom slammed his cock deep into my pussy. When Jennifer grabbed my head and held me against her sex, my tongue still embedded deep inside her moist, delicious pussy, it was all Tom could handle. He began thrusting harder and faster and moaning loudly, "YYESS, OOOO hhhhhh YeSSS, Eat HER PUSSY Holly, make HER CUM with MEEEEE." Then Tom slammed his cock one last time and buried it into my opening. He began pumping his seed directly into my womb, I felt as if I was overflowing with cum. As his final spurt came to rest inside my burning snatch, Jennifer began bucking against my face. I felt tiny spurts of her cum draining onto my tongue. I began lapping at the juices with all my effort. The sweet, tangy taste lingering on my lips as I delved deeper into her wanting more of what she offered. Wedding Jitters Ch. 1 She was worried about the sex. Oh, not the sex, really, Miranda thought as she turned to admire the fit of the pale green gown she'd chosen for the honeymoon. She was a virgin, after all. She'd made the decision to wait for marriage before indulging in what her sister Peg liked to called ‘the delights of the flesh', and she supposed it was perfectly normal to have some...concerns about the whole thing. Still, Ed was certainly more experienced and she didn't want to disappoint him. 'Oh yeah', her mind mocked back. You mean you're worried that he'll disappoint you!' Sighing, Miranda stripped off the long, gauzy gown, laying it neatly over a chair to wait for tomorrow night to do its seductive magic and climbing into bed wearing only a pair of black nylon panties. After switching off the light, she lay there tossing, unable to sleep and still not willing to admit--even to herself--that her subconscious was right. She'd chosen Ed as her future husband despite the fact that he was 35 to her 26 and had a slightly receding hairline and what could be the beginning of a middle-aged paunch. Oh, he was tall and dark-haired and had beautiful, crystalline blue eyes and a wonderful sense of humor. He did work out a few times a week, so he wasn't really soft, exactly, just not muscle-bound. He was stable--financially, socially, emotionally. Certainly sexually. Oh, he might not be the roller coaster of sex, but he would at least be the merry-go-round. Dependable. Pleasant. And thinking about the ride didn't make her want to vomit, so that was a plus. She never was one for roller coasters anyway. In bed, Ed would be exactly what he was out of bed: kind, considerate and always attentive to her needs. You better hope Ed has more than a couple of inches between those thighs,' she could hear Peg's mocking voice echoing from the memory of her bachelorette party that had ended only an hour before. And you better pray he knows what to do with it'. Peg was a great one for advice. She'd gleefully given up her virginity at sixteen and hadn't wasted a single minute since. She'd been absolutely horrified when Miranda and Ed had announced their engagement. Peg lived by the ‘variety is the spice of life' motto, and was sure Miranda had lost out, first by remaining a virgin and now by taking someone like Ed as her husband and bed partner for life. "So," Miranda said aloud to the dark hotel room, Am I missing out?" Had she somehow missed the sexual boat by promising her body--forever--to someone like Ed? Someone who would fit her more like a comfortable old slipper than a sexy red stiletto? Peg certainly thought so. Predictably, her hot-blooded sister had hired a very energetic stripper for the party, and once Miranda had survived his bumping and grinding (practically in her lap, for goodness' sake, and no doubt all choreographed by her loving sister), Peg had whispered in Miranda's ear that "His name's Grant and he's yours for the night if you want him. He's already been paid...and tipped. Bet his private show's even better than the public one." Horrified that her sister would even suggest such a thing and secretly wondering about herself because she seemed to be the only woman in the room not apparently affected by Grant‘s spectacular pecs, Miranda told her sister exactly what she could do with her stripper. Which is probably exactly what Peg was doing right this very minute, Miranda thought sourly, while she was lying here wondering if she was about to make a BIG mistake. Rolling to her side, Miranda smiled at the vase of perfect red roses Ed had sent to her first thing this morning. Red, she knew, represented love, and his note had told her how much he loved her and how difficult it would be for him to not be able to see her all day, as they had agreed to remain apart the day before the wedding. Finally, remembering that one man's love was surely better than a dozen lovers, she fell into a fitful sleep. She wasn't sure what woke her, but Miranda opened her eyes to a room full of pitch. The curtains, which she was certain she'd left open, were not only pulled tight, but something--a blanket, maybe?--must have been thrown over the big window, because not even a sliver of light broke the black void around her. She found herself thinking, then, that she must still be asleep, because only dreams were this dark and besides, she didn't think she'd started compulsively covering her windows while sleepwalking. Then she became aware of something else. Air from the hotel heater puffed sluggishly into the room and over her breasts, teasing her nipples with a warm sigh. Her blankets were gone and she lay in the center of the big bed, wearing only her panties. And her arms, which she had thought simply stretched out above her head in sleep, refused to be lowered away from the vicinity of the headboard. She'd been tied to the bed. Terror slithered through her but Miranda held back a gasp of shocked awareness and the sob waiting to escape her throat. Instead she tried to be smart; tried to listen and determine if the someone who had done this to her was still here. Still a threat. A shadow in the darkness snagged at the corner of the limits of her vision and she opened her mouth to scream, only to have a large, warm hand slam over her mouth before anything could escape. The scream became nothing more than a high-pitched, terrified moan. "Don't." The voice seemed to come out of the darkness itself. The hand over her mouth was his only physical contact with her, despite the fact that she expected much worse--and very quickly. He surprised her by not moving for a long moment; she could hear his slightly ragged breathing, as if he were warring with himself about whether he should do this. The hand, she realized belatedly, was gloved. Not with latex or some other material designed to avoid forensic science, but in some thin, soft material designed to caress. "I won't hurt you, Miranda." She jerked in surprise and anger. How the hell did he-- "You want to know how I know your name." When he paused, she heard a soft rustle of fabric and while he finished his explanation he replaced his hand with a silky length of material, effectively gagging her. "I know you, Miranda. I've been watching you. Wanting you." His hands, finished with the gag, moved. Barely touching her, the velvety tease of his gloves skimmed over her throat, her shoulders; the sides of her breasts. She jerked again, despite the fact that the touches were hardly even touches, and shook her head in mute denial when her nipples tightened; ached. His hands played feather-light over her hips; her thighs. At the foot of the bed he wrapped his fingers around one of her slim ankles and fastened a velvet-lined cuff around it. Suddenly understanding that he meant to tie her feet to the bed as well, Miranda kicked out at him, managing only to force a broken curse from him as he took one blow in surprise before subduing her. Spread-eagled with only her panties between her and the stranger, Miranda hated herself for crying. Still, tears squeezed from her eyes, running down into her hair. She tried to beg but the only sound she made was a pitiful sob behind her gag. "Please. Don't cry, Miranda," he whispered, coming back to her and lying in the bed, stretching alongside her without touching her. "I promise that I won't do anything to hurt you. And that I will give you pleasure. I didn't come here to take from you, Miranda. This isn't rape." When his mouth brushed her ear, Miranda jerked , another hard sob catching in her throat. Oh, God, she thought, what was this? Not rape? Then what? Not lovemaking, certainly. She had no choice. She should be repulsed. But she wasn't. There was something about the way he'd spoken to her. Something...familiar? No. Something reassuring. Honest. She believed him when he said he wouldn't hurt her...or maybe she was just telling herself that to reduce the terror. He was obviously big--she could tell that from the way the bed dipped as he'd lowered himself next to her--but his hand, which was sliding in its velvety sheath across her belly to lie over her ribs just below her left breast, was sensually caressing, not punishing. And his mouth...oh, god...he was nipping and nibbling at her ear, teasing her with brief, hot touches of his tongue. Hot, erotic shivers were snapping down her spine. "Yes," he whispered with satisfied male superiority. "You like that. I can't see you, and I'm not touching your breasts, but kissing you here makes your delicate little nipples stiffen. Doesn't it, Miranda?" Yes. But to avoid such admissions; such submission, she made a harsh sound of refusal in her throat and twisted as far away from that delicious mouth as the bounds would allow her. "No!" Moving as quickly and silently as a panther, he caught her by the waist, pulling her back into place with one hard, sharp movement and effectively frightening her into silence. "Miranda, tonight you're mine. Don't fight me. By choice or by force, you're going to explode in my arms tonight. For my hands. My mouth. And my cock. And it's going to happen more than once. You are mine." The force and barely restrained violence in the words made her shudder. To pull her back into place he'd moved in the bed and now he was kneeling above her, straddling her right thigh. She could feel his body now. His big hands, holding her shoulders down onto the bed; his hair-roughened, muscular thighs chafing her softer one. And she realized that he was as naked as she was, wearing only some kind of cotton briefs. As he released her shoulders, bracing himself on his palms at either side of her head, he leaned down to put his mouth to her other ear, kissing and nipping her there with the same incredible, arousing, awful response in her. And as his body came into closer contact with hers, his hard, wide chest pressing crisp male hair against her nipples, a tight shock of pleasure rode from her nipples directly into her pelvis and she felt his arousal. Holy mother, she thought, lightheaded. Gasping behind the gag, she moved in protest again, but arching off the bed only brought her body closer to his and she regretted that immediately, because he groaned and moved his penis against her belly in a masturbatory stroke, making her feel suddenly hot and...wet. He was covered with cotton, but not completely, because her action made him swell and thicken against her until he was impossible huge and the cotton, which had been doing a poor job of restraining him to begin with, could no longer hold him. The head of his penis met her belly, skin to skin, and she panicked and renewed her struggle against her bonds. "Unh...god," he hissed, his mouth against her ear as he fell fully atop her, his arms sliding under her to anchor himself to the bed and her to him. "Stop struggling, Miranda. You're going to make me come tonight but it you don't stop I'm going explode right now. Goddam it, I said stop!" She did. She couldn't escape; couldn't make him change his mind. He was going to...well, she knew. She knew all the names for all the horrible, filthy things he was going to make her do... Shock settled in her system and the fight left her, leaving her body to lie unmoving against the bed. She couldn't fight him, but she wouldn't help him, either. Let him enjoy raping a limp rag doll. "Don't worry, baby," he crooned in her ear before kissing the soft flesh behind it, "You don't have to do anything at all. But don't think you'll be laying there like you're dead to the world for long. I know exactly how to bring you alive." His hands still beneath her, he suddenly moved down in the bed, his hot, wet mouth opening over one of her contracted nipples and she spasmed, moaning at the feel of him as he took full control of her; she could sense his satisfaction as she yielded beneath him and that clearly aroused him. His mouth played her breast, making her gasp through her silk gag and arch and groan involuntarily. She fought to remain stiff, but her body was made to feel pleasure and he knew how to give it to her. He licked and pulled, sucked and gently bit her achingly hard nipples, plumping her full breasts together with his hands, aligning them beneath his mouth for his own pleasure, and for hers, and she couldn't stop the wet heat that grew between her thighs at the sounds of pleasure he made, as if he were feasting and every taste was exquisite. "Fuck," he hissed, the word almost reverent. "Your tits are perfect. I never imagined..." And before he could finish the thought he was at her again, sucking and licking , his mouth like greed personified. Miranda jerked in pleasure and surprise. Belatedly, she remembered what Grant had said to her just before sneaking off with Peg at the end of the party. Getting her in an otherwise vacant room, he'd backed her up against a wall and whispered that he was sorry she hadn't taken her sister up on her generous offer and what a shame it was because she had such fabulous tits...or something to that effect. It was Grant! Wasn't it? And what if it was? She hadn't asked for this. She didn't want to be unfaithful to Ed before she'd even had a chance to lose her virginity to him. Still, the thought that this was someone she knew...hell, it was possible that... OF COURSE! Peg! This was all her doing! And this was Peg's idea of the perfect wedding gift--a rape fantasy or some such thing. She'd heard her sister talk about it, and Miranda could even recall having admitted once that the idea was certainly arousing. Peg had hired Grant to do this! Thus, the velvet gloves and silk gag and sexy cologne she could smell coming from his heated body, along with the heady odor of aroused male, and the gentle restraints lined with velvet. So now for the question of the day: did she want this, or was it rape? And even more troubling was her honest answer. Why couldn't it be both? She heard herself moan deep in her throat and arched her back off the bed to force her breasts closer to his mouth. He responded by biting her a bit more forcefully, at a fleshy spot near her left nipple. Then his mouth lowered, his tongue darting out to tease her along the sensitive skin beneath her breast. She gasped and her whole body seemed to vibrate with heat. "I told you," he growled against her skin. "I know you. I know what you need, Miranda. What you want. You're going to come for me now, sweetheart. I want to hear you scream and feel your body spasm when you come hard for me." No, she couldn't, and she shook her head to let him know that she would never... Then he was gone suddenly and Miranda felt the chill of it through to her bones. She hadn't know just how hot he was...they were...until he pulled away. She felt him moving in the bed and before one thought had time to flash through her brain, she felt her panties being tugged and then ripped away before his velvet-sheathed hands were on the soft inner sides of her thighs and he was opening her gently; fully. Then his mouth... Her back arched fully off the bed at the first firm, wet movement of his tongue, and she did scream behind her gag, the sound harsh, surprised, impatient and erotic in the otherwise silent room. Her body relaxed only marginally as he deliberately slid his tongue back and around and over her clit, his gloved hands teasing her by tickling the soft edges of the hair between her thighs and making her think how desperate she was for him to take off the gloves and slide his fingers inside her... Within a minute she was writhing under his mouth, trying to get her heels down into the mattress so that she could force her clit harder against his invading tongue and increase the pressure, but he kept the advantage, pulling back when she strained forward, his masculine growls and moans telling her that he was not only loving what he was doing, but he was loving her frustration as well. Somehow the fact that he had that advantage and used it to pleasure her until she was nearly insane made her even hotter. Oh, hell, she thought fuzzily through waves of warm, wet pleasure...she had finally made up her mind. She wanted this. Of course, that could be because she was a couple of hard tongue strokes away from a mind-blowing orgasm and her first with a man, and being in that intensely aroused state didn't exactly make for clear thinking, but there it was. He moved his hands away and Miranda moaned, the sound effectively conveying her disappointment. Still, his mouth never left her, but continued teasing; playing. She could feel his hunger and knew that she was being fanciful but imagined that it was all for her; that whoever this man was, he was mad for her...for the taste that bloomed hot and wet between her thighs and that was uniquely hers. An instant later, he put his hands back where they had been before and she nearly came off the bed. Hard, broad, roughly calloused hands that without gloves felt more like heaven than the velvety sheath against her soft inner thighs. She started pleading without words, making sounds that she hoped he understood. She pled for him...inside her. He didn't give her any preliminaries. Two of those long, hard, calloused fingers slid inside her before he'd even taken the time to check her readiness to accept them. He knew. She listened to his moans melding with hers. Sinking his fingers into her and drawing them out only to push inside again, he began with a slow, deep stroking but his patience seemed only as long as hers and after a few strokes quickened the tempo of both his tongue and his hand. Replacing his mouth with his free hand, he spoke to her out of the darkness. "Enough play," he whispered harshly. "Come for me, Miranda. I want you exploding in my mouth. Now!" and he put his tongue to her again, this time offering her all the heat and pressure she wanted...and in all the right places. Miranda felt the fire implode under his hands and mouth and screamed again; her orgasm brought her hard off the bed, her hips shoving against his ravenous mouth, her head thrashing; hands fisting around the velvet cords that held them. She screamed while furious pleasure slammed into and through her, forcing her entire body to spasm wildly while he sank his tongue into her pussy to taste her pleasure, fucking her with hard little thrusts. And when she collapsed, drained and still jerking with tiny spasms of her orgasm, he kept his mouth on her until she was sure he'd sipped every drop of the slick liquid between her thighs. Wedding Jitters Ch. 2 She hadn't known such pleasure existed. Lying in the warm aftermath of the orgasmic tidal wave her dark lover had just put her through, Miranda wondered with no small amount of dismay if it was over. God, she hoped not. He slipped away from her and out of the bed and she made a keening sound of need in her throat. Even though she was sure he was a big man, he moved with utter silence in the room and she waited for the door to open and close, then thought crazily, since he hadn't fucked her or forced her to perform oral sex, that he wouldn't leave until he'd had at least one orgasm as well. Surely not. This was insane. That thought registered in her brain, pulling her back toward rationality. She was hoping to be raped? Well, no, of course not...but this wasn't really rape, was it? A woman didn't have an orgasm unless her brain was as involved in the process as her body, so she'd just proven by leaps and bounds that she was willing. Being tied to the bed took away her decision capabilities about whether to participate physically, but now the orgasm-induced insanity was over and still, she wanted more. She was going to kill Peg in the morning--right after she got down on her knees and thanked her. A warm, silent touch on the delicate skin beneath her right breast startled her so badly that she jumped in her bonds and squeaked in surprise. "What's wrong, baby?" the man's voice crooned softly in the darkness. "Were you hoping I'd gone?" He skimmed one hot palm over her breast, cupping its fullness; purposefully rasping his thumb over the nipple, which had relaxed and softened. At the renewed attention it tightened for him, sending another shaft of electric pleasure down to her pelvis. "Or were you afraid that I'd leave you?" His hand left her breast, only to be replaced by his mouth, and he licked her slowly; deliberately, making her shudder. "Don't worry, sweetheart," he assured her. "I haven't finished with you yet." Miranda moaned softly when he lay on the bed again, stretched out alongside her. This time, however, she could feel the length and breadth of his cock pulsing against her hip. She pictured him in her mind's eye, his left elbow propped on the bed and his head in his hand, seeing her even in the darkness, and the image made her wet again. Then he moved, shifting slightly, and she realized when she felt his knuckles brush her thigh that he had wrapped his right hand around his own cock and was stroking himself slowly. That picture rode through her mind like heat lightning. She'd never realized just how incredibly erotic a man masturbating in front of her might be, even if she couldn't see him, and she mewled in protest against the darkness and her inability to beg him for...anything. Everything. He bent to her ear to speak, sending hot prickles down her spine. "What's wrong, baby?" he whispered. "Are you afraid I might want to fuck you?" He waited a moment, obviously intrigued by the response she made. "Or maybe you think I'd rather force my prick into that hot little mouth of yours and fuck your throat. Would you like that, Miranda?" In a harsh, low grumble full of barely restrained lust he asked, "Do you want to suck my cock?" The sound of his voice, tense with desire, and the feel of him masturbating made her squirm. Miranda made a soft, pleading sound of need. "Mmm," he agreed, obviously pleased with the answer. "I want that, too." This time when he moved, he didn't leave her alone on the bed. Miranda writhed softly, twisting impatiently as he moved up to the headboard. The king-sized hotel bed left him plenty of space to maneuver between her outstretched arms and her head. After a moment, Miranda found herself feeling even more exposed and vulnerable than when he'd had his mouth between her thighs. He was kneeling above her, his muscular thighs bracketing her head so that what little sound there was came to her muffled. She felt like some kind of offering to him, the pagan priest who would decide if she was acceptable. From his position above, she lay spread out, completely at his mercy. But even more powerful than all of that was the feel of his heavy thighs flexing as he shifted, then the brush of something heavy...something warm, flesh and swollen...over her forehead, her nose. Her silk-bound lips. Oh sweet heaven, she thought silently. Something wild and untamed inside her broke loose, making her tremble. His balls. The erotic, spicy smell of aroused male mixed even more heavily with his cologne now and she pulled a long, deep breath through her nose, her nostrils flaring like those of an animal scenting its mate. Arching her neck, she tried desperately to get more than a fleeting brush of contact with his body. Teasing her unmercifully, he moaned softly at her eager response but still refused to allow her anything but the brush of his inner thigh; his heavy sacs against her bound lips. "I've imagined this," he said, and his voice seemed to float to her from far away, dreamlike. "Of having you desperate to take my cock." Without warning, she felt him shift then felt his knuckles again, this time brushing her cheek, and she knew that his stiff cock was jutting out over her face and he was masturbating himself again. She tried to get her mouth higher, but found herself frustrated in the tight lock between his knees. "Maybe I should just drive you insane for a little while, hmm?" he murmured thoughtfully. "Or maybe I should jerk myself off, letting you ache for a taste, until I shoot my cum all over those perfect tits." He drew in a hiss of air, as if by imagining the picture he'd come too close to his own orgasm, and she felt his fist slow its stroking. "Do you want to suck my dick, Miranda?" She nodded and made a too-eager sound in the back of her throat, which she would have gladly replaced with the hard flesh between his thighs, knowing that he couldn't mistake her intention. Lying there with his cock and balls ripe and nearly bursting over her mouth, she realized that she must be experiencing what he'd felt with his mouth at her clit. The feel and smell and temptation of him so close to her mouth was making her insane. She wanted him against her tongue; sliding past her lips to fuck her throat with slow, hard thrusts. "I'm going to let you suck me, Miranda," he rasped, adjusting position again, this time to put his hands to her gag. But before untying her, he finished his instructions. "But only on one condition. Do you understand?" She nodded. "To get my dick in your mouth, I'm going to have to take this off. But if you want a taste, you have to be absolutely silent," he said firmly. "You may not say anything except what I tell you to and when I tell you to. Do you understand?" She nodded again, furiously. Anything to have him in her mouth. PLEASE. He paused a moment, as if deciding whether to trust her. "If you're a very good girl, Miranda, I promise you that we'll play again...soon. I'll give you every erotic fantasy you can imagine, and a hell of a lot more that you could never dream up in your sweet little mind. But now I'm giving you the choice. When I take the gag away, you are to say one word and one word only. What that word is will be up to you." Taking a deep, unsteady breath, he brushed his thumb over the silk of her cheek. "If you say 'no', I'll go, Miranda. I'll remove the cuffs and leave you with the memory of your pleasure. But if you want me to stay...if you want to give me the same pleasure and take my cum into your hot little mouth, then just say one word for me. Say please." Time stopped as the knot he'd made in the silk slipped out under the clever twists of his fingers. Miranda felt the slack, then the silk dipping between her barely parted lips, touching her tongue as if in a final kiss before being lifted away. Then the material was gone, vanishing into the black nothingness of the room. Silence boomed like the deafening roar of a waterfall around them. For an instant Miranda wasn't certain she could speak at all; her mouth was a little dry and she had to swallow and lick her lips to rid them of the feel of the gag. She felt him over her, his body tempered by patience despite the fact that he was trembling. Turning her head to the left, she pressed her mouth to his thigh, opening it there and tasting his skin; letting her tongue rid itself of its lethargy by playing it over him. He groaned at the gesture, then she tilted her face back into position and arched her neck up and breathed, "Please," with a hunger she hadn't known could register in a human voice. He swore viciously above her and framed her face in his big hands. Please!" she repeated, impatient. He fed her. With one hand wrapped around his cock, he touched her mouth with the fingers of the other, testing the shape and feel of her lips. Miranda slid the tip of her tongue out to wet them, catching the calloused pads of his fingers in the moist bath, making him groan at the same moment he put the ripe head of his cock on her lips. "Suck me." The command sounded more plea than her 'please' had. Miranda knew that, despite the fact that she was tied and he was unbound, she now had the control. Remembering his command that she was not to speak beyond the word she had already uttered, she made a purr of pleasure and took her first taste of him, licking the underside of his head and shaft in one long, warm stroke of her tongue. He jerked and groaned for her. She bathed him with her tongue, his head and shaft and balls and, when he rose up on his knees as if he could read the unspoken demand from her, the sensitive skin between his balls and asshole, making him squirm as impatiently as she had for his mouth. And after long minutes of oral play with him, she put her mouth under the ripe, swollen head of his cock, opened her lips, wrapped her tongue up around it, and pulled it demandingly into her mouth. "UNH...Fuck!" he hissed, body spasming. "Miranda...yesss!" She moaned again, the sound muffled by cock, and closed her eyes and sucked delicately at just the head and the first inch of his shaft, stroking the flesh-covered steel with her tongue to make him insane and making eager sounds in her hungry throat. While he shivered and trembled and jerked at the feel of her mouth on him, she arched her neck, taking another inch. Another. He moved again, mindless in his need to have her take all of his meat. Leaning forward, he braced himself with his hands on the mattress at either side of her waist. When Miranda relaxed and opened to pull the rest of him down into her throat, he collapsed onto his elbows, weak with pleasure. And when she moved her mouth up and back, he buried his head between her thighs and began pumping his hips, fucking her mouth and throat, allowing her only an instant between deep thrusts for her to gasp in breaths before plunging down again. "Yes...oh, fuck," he moaned, his balls tightening at the sounds she made--wet, hungry, animal sounds as she ate every inch of him and his sacs slammed against her face at each stroke. "Don't stop, baby," he begged. "Please...." His big body jerked and shuddered, racked by spikes of deep, driving pleasure so intense it was all he could do not to throw back his head and howl like an animal. Miranda couldn't get him deep enough; his strokes hard enough. She had all of him and wanted more, feeling a rush of incredible feminine satisfaction at his obvious pleasure. But there was something else she wanted. Parting her thighs wider, she growled like a wild thing beneath him when he immediately put his mouth to her, his groans adding a delicious vibration that rocked through her cunt. She was desperate. Like an animal, she devoured him; drove him toward release while she sucked unmercifully and took him deeper than her own breath. He ate at her pussy, ravenous, and both of them made a concert of lust with every moan; every wet sound of hunger and flesh against flesh. With his hands sliding under and between her thighs he pulled her open to feast more fully, exposing the beautifully swollen, dark pink bud of her clitoris to his eyes before laving it with his tongue. Miranda made little high-pitched screams and guttural groans around his pounding shaft. As his mouth brought her quickly near to another shattering orgasm, she felt him begin to shake above her, his mouth grinding down onto her clit, his thighs tightening and his thrusts coming faster; harder. She was about to make him cum with her mouth. That thought brought her helplessly over the edge and she jerked hard beneath him, her feet digging into the bed and her fists clenching as she came for her captor--deliriously; willingly. Her hips spasmed over and over again, thrusting at his hot, stabbing tongue, until she could take no more pleasure and she forced his mouth away by closing her legs as much as she could manage. Taking his mouth from her pussy, he could focus on his own impending orgasm and he began whispering roughly to her, closing his eyes in the darkness and fucking her without thought of anything else. "Unh...yes, Miranda," he growled, his voice shaking as badly as his thighs. "You love it, don't you, baby? Suck it...harder. HARDER!" he demanded, lost in mindless lust. "Fuck...yes! Like that, baby. Move your tongue just like that. Oh shit...you're gonna make me cum so hard...so good. UNH!" Throwing back his head, he slammed his hips into her face, his cock going deep and everything in him jerking and shaking with as though he'd been hit with ten thousand volts. "FUCK!" he shouted. "Eat it, Miranda! Eat every fucking drop!" Hot cream shot hard into her mouth and down her throat as he came, his body jolting; incoherent sounds of rough, masculine pleasure grating from his throat. He spent himself in her hot, eager mouth, letting her swallow every delicious bit of his cum, finally pulling himself away from her until only the head of his cock remained in her mouth and she pulled at it, sucking the last drops from the slit and making soft, satisfied sounds at having tasted him so fully. Leaning all his weight on his left arm, he put his right hand around his cock and milked the last remaining drops into her mouth, then told her quietly to lick him clean, moaning softly while she obeyed. "I'm going to take my cock out of your sweet little mouth now, baby," he whispered. "But the rules haven't changed. You are to say nothing unless I tell you." She made a quiet sound that was both disappointment and acquiescence. His hand still around his shaft, he drew his cock fully from her mouth and was equally disappointed. He could easily have let her suck him all night, but it wasn't possible. He left the gag off. Silently moving away, he went to the foot of the bed to release her ankles, then came back to lie beside her. "I'm going to release you now, sweetheart," he whispered roughly. "And when I do, I want you to turn onto your side, facing away from me. Do you understand?" She whispered, 'yes' in a voice that trembled with uncertainty. What was to come now? Reaching up, he unfastened her hands and immediately she turned to lie on her left side. Behind her, he spooned their bodies together, her bare ass pressed intimately into his groin. Then he pulled the covers over them both, wrapped his arm around her waist, and whispered into her ear, "You are delicious, Miranda. Sweeter than I ever imagined. I wanted so badly to fuck you tonight but...I know you're getting married tomorrow." "Y..yes," she whispered back, trembling. "Don't be afraid, baby," he assured her, his hand caressing at her waist. "But...I don't know what to do," she admitted. "I was having doubts and now..." "You'll make the right decision." Oh, sure. She'd just screwed...well, okay not screwed, really, but had sex with a stripper her sister had hired--a man she hadn't even been aroused by-- and now she'd have to admit that maybe Peg was right about her. Maybe she should have been more experienced before making such a huge decision as marriage... "I can't believe I just...oh, sweet heaven," she moaned pitifully, glad he couldn't see the shame burning in her face. "I've never..." "I know," he whispered hoarsely, comforting her with his big, rough hands. "Don't worry, baby. Sleep now. Go to sleep, Miranda." Wedding Jitters Ch. 3 She couldn't remember even having awakened feeling so...delicious. Miranda lay in a generous puddle of sunlight, thinking immediately how nice it was that he'd left the room the way he'd found it. HE. Jackknifing into a sitting position, Miranda looked quickly around the room, noting the wide open curtains; her discarded clothes exactly where she'd left them last night...everything in order. Flopping back down into the softness of the bed, she sighed. She had to call off the wedding. She knew she loved Ed and that he loved her, but clearly that wasn't enough. If she were willing to give herself so fully and so desperately to someone else, then there was something wrong. Not with the relationship or with Ed, but with her. Marrying Ed wouldn't be fair to him if she hadn't worked out all her needs, wants or...whatever it was that had her moaning and coming for a man she'd known for all of three hours. So the wedding was off. Her heart ached at the thought, even more than she would have thought it might, and she realized in that moment that her feelings for Ed were stronger than even she had realized. She would do the right thing. Marrying one man when you could respond so hotly to another wasn't right, but doing the right thing made her hurt unbearably. How could she have done this to him? Rolling to her side in the bed, Miranda grabbed a tissue from the box on the bedside table and wiped the first tears away. Wondering miserably how she could have done such a thing--and enjoyed it so much--she tried not to look at the beautiful yellow roses he'd sent her yesterday because they only made her cry harder. Gasping, she sat up again. Yellow roses? Jumping to her feet, Miranda ran to the dresser to make sure the bright, sunny blooms were real. Yesterday, he'd sent her roses. RED roses. So, whose were these? Pulling the same little white florist's envelope from the center of the bouquet, she slipped the card out to read it; to assure herself that it was the same card. It wasn't. ‘Good Morning, Beautiful--' this card read. ‘I hope you slept well and are ready for the big day. I can't wait. By the way, I've never been much for symbolism, but these seemed to fit the occasion. I hope you aren't angry but Peg said you were having some...concerns...about...well, you know. I love you' She backed up to the bed as if the note had slammed into her, forcing her backward. When the backs of her knees hit the bed, she sat down hard. What did all that mean? Peg told Ed that she was having concerns about...something? But the only thing she and Peg had discussed was... SEX! "Oh, Peg, you didn't," Miranda moaned aloud. "I'm going to kill you for sure now." So what was all this about not being into symbolism. What did symbolism have to do with roses? Flowers were sent to people you loved and...wait! Red roses were symbolic of love, right? So what about yellow? Passion. Miranda sat silent for a full minute before it hit her hard in the midsection. "Oh my god!" she shouted, standing again. It hadn't been Grant at all. It had been...Ed. Stunned, Miranda couldn't decide if she were thrilled or horrified. ED...her sweet, beautiful, calm, dignified Ed had...snuck into her room, tied her down and...and.... What, she thought. And made her feel such awful need and fiery passion and down-and-dirty lust that just thinking about it now made her knees weak. Ed. "Wow," she whispered to the empty room. And now what? How could she face him...how could she wait for the honeymoon? Four hours later, Miranda stood behind the closed door at the back of the church, her left hand holding her bouquet, her right in the crook of her father's arm. She was shaking like a leaf. Then the doors opened and through her gauzy veil she forced herself to look at Ed. He stood tall and handsome in his dove-gray tuxedo, waiting for her with a slight, patient smile on his lips. To everyone present he no doubt looked like the perfect groom--mild, affectionate and perfectly calm. The look in his eyes, however, burned into her, so full of love and excitement and desire that her knees actually wobbled. Three hours after she walked down the aisle she was still shaking. Something had happened to her Ed. Or maybe to her. He never spoke to her about her midnight visitor and was outwardly the same man he'd been two days before. Lovingly solicitous, courteous and kind. And, at least in her eyes, mouth-wateringly sexy. He looked at her with hooded gazes that told her he remembered how her passion tasted on his tongue; how it felt to have her hungrily sucking his cock. And that he planned to enjoy those pleasures as often as possible till death parted them. That he might not have fucked her, but he was going to. Fierce and hot and hard. All night long. It was forever until all the handshaking and kissing and crying were over and then the chauffeured ride to the hotel and finally he was carrying her over the threshold of their suite, silently leaving her to stand alone in the middle of the bedroom to stare at the bed while he went to tip the bellboy and lock the doors. "Turn around," he said from the bedroom doorway behind her. Moving slowly she faced him, still in her wedding gown, while he leaned against the bedroom door frame, arms crossed over his chest. She went hot at the tone of voice he'd used to gently order her around. It was the same voice she should have recognized in her bed last night, thick and rusty with desire. "You're so beautiful," he murmured. Stripping out of his jacket and waistcoat and tie, he tossed them onto a chair. "Don't move," he told her when she began to. Moving behind her, he began unfastening the long row of buttons along her spine. "Ed--" "Tell me about yesterday." "Wh--what?" she gasped. Until that moment, had she really believed it had been Ed...or was that all just her wishful thinking? And if so....oh, god! What if he knew? "Tell me. About your day without me." Now she was really unsure. Shakily, she told him. While his fingers slipped and tugged on the little pearl buttons at her back, she told him everything--including the details of the bachelorette party. Everything, until she'd gone to bed. "And you slept?" Ed's voice at her ear was low. Soothing. Then his hands left her dress and he kissed her nape; the bare curve of her shoulder, and she felt anything but soothed. Miranda gasped again, this time with pleasure. Ed tossed his shirt onto the floor beside her. "No," she answered finally. "Well, yes, but..." "But?" His hands--why had she never realized how big and hard his hands were?--slipped into the deep vee of her open gown, around her bare waist, and flattened on her belly, pulling her back to his body. "But...oh, god..." The heat of his chest against her back was incredible. His thumbs were moving slowly...oh, so painfully slowly...on her skin. "But...something woke you?" he prompted, his voice at her ear again. Miranda sighed, relaxing back against his chest. "Ummm...yes." "Don't tell me my bride to be was having pre-wedding nightmares," he murmured gently. Miranda shook her head. "Pre-wedding X-rated dreams, then?" he asked, and his voice took on a whole new timbre...one she was sure she recognized. "I...don't know," Miranda said finally. "Maybe. " "Tell me," Ed rumbled sexily, kissing her throat with his hot, open mouth. She didn't know why she shouldn't. If it had been him, he already knew and she wanted to let him know she'd loved every minute. And if he didn't...well, better to be honest. Right? "I woke in the dark. It was so black I couldn't see anything," she whispered. "And I was..." "You were what?" That dark, sexy tone . "Undressed," she whispered in confession. "Just wearing my panties. And..." "And what, baby?" "And...I was...tied down." Silence behind her. "He was there. In the dark. He put his hand over my mouth, but...he knew my name. He put a gag in my mouth." And his cock, she thought guiltily, suddenly weak with the memory of the hot pulsing flesh of him in her mouth. Spurting his cream down her hungry throat. "Were you afraid?" The quiet murmur of the question startled Miranda. Why wasn't he angry? Insisting that she call the police? "Y...yeah," she whispered. "And--" "And?" His hands, rough male skin against her feminine silk, slid up until he was barely touching the full undersides of her breasts and his thumbs slid back and forth along the heavy curves. Miranda moaned, "Excited," on a hot rush of air. "Getting fucked by strangers turns you on?" The question was direct, but Miranda was surprised that there was no shock in it; no judgmental harshness. It was as if the question had been phrased in such vulgar wording to excite her. And it did. "I've...never been..." "Fucked?" he whispered, the hot touch of his breath spiraling down inside her like liquid silk. When Miranda only shook her head in reply, he said, "Say it," his tone just as hot but a bit more demanding now. Miranda balked. She shivered as his thumbs teased further up the underslopes of her breasts, nearing but not touching her painfully tight nipples. "Say it." "I've never been...fucked," she whispered, shuddering. His thumbs dragged coarsely over her nipples, making her moan. "But he did something to you?" "Y...yes." "Tell me." "Ed--" "Did he touch you?" "Yes," she sighed. "Here?" And his hands were over her breasts now, covering her silky, sensitive skin with hard, calloused heat. Her nipples contracted harder, her skin pulling taut there in delicate pleasure. "Did he touch you here?" "Yes....oh, yes." Her words were nothing more than syllabic sighs. "And his mouth? Did he put his mouth here?" Pinching her nipples lightly, he dragged his teeth over her earlobe. "Did he lick you? Suck your tits until you were burning between your thighs?" "Ye...ss..." she moaned as her dress slid to the floor. She stood there in the center of a soft pile of white lace wearing high white heels, panties, bra, stockings and garter belt. The cool air on her exposed skin was as erotic as his hot hands. "Tell me about his mouth." "Hot," she whispered. "Wet....so...clever. His tongue..." "Where?" his voice was like gravel at her ear. "Here." Sliding one hand down, she pressed her clit through the barriers of white satin panties and moaned again, softly. "You let this stranger eat your pussy, Miranda?" Ed demanded, his voice strained. "You're a very bad girl." Oh, yes, she thought dreamily as his hands roamed her body, covering her hand where it still rested between her thighs and pressing her fingers as well as his own over her clit. And she hadn't known she was such a bad little girl until this...stranger...had taken her last night. "Punish me," she whispered pleadingly to Ed, and his cruel, amused little masculine chuckle set her nerve endings on fire. "Oh, yes," he assured her, using his hand between her thighs to press her ass back into his crotch. "I'm going to punish you, Miranda. Until you scream with pleasure. Get down on your knees, little girl." Miranda didn't ask why; she dropped to her knees without hesitating, eager for his punishment. She felt him step away; heard the hiss of leather a moment before he ordered her down onto her hands. The instant she was, she felt the sting of his belt across her ass; a playful, almost soft snap against her flesh. She shuddered and a hot gush of molten liquid grew between her thighs. Oh lord, she thought, her pussy burning and her tits swollen and sensitive...what had she been afraid of? This was too delicious. The next swat was delivered a bit harder, making her cry out. "Are you sorry?" came the voice behind her. How could she lie? "No," she whispered. Crack. Harder, and she cried out again; louder. She grew wetter. "Did you come for him? Did you cream all over his face, Miranda?" "Yes." CRACK. "Ow!" nearly a scream, but Miranda had spread her legs even farther apart and the belt teased at her pussy as it hit, nearly making her come. "PLEASE!" she begged. "Please!" Behind her, Ed smiled down at his bride with satisfaction. So sexy in her virginal white panties and stockings and heels, she was the picture of a slut, her panties dark with her excitement, her body ready and desperate for a man's cock. He'd taken a chance last night, but he hadn't wanted to marry a cold woman and Miranda, while he loved her dearly and she was wonderful in other respects, hadn't exactly been knocking down his door for sex, even once they'd become engaged. He was glad to see that she was the perfect wife--demure and professional outside the bedroom and a hot little slut inside. "What else did he do to you, Miranda?" he growled demandingly. "Did he fuck you? Up the ass, maybe, to keep you a virgin?" "N...no," she admitted. "But--" "WHAT ELSE?" he insisted. "He put his...penis...in..." She could barely whisper the word ‘penis' and while she turned red with shame, her mouth remembered his taste and her pussy was desperate to be stuffed and pounded. "He made you suck his dick?" Miranda nodded, her hands clenching around fistfuls of her wedding gown to keep from playing with her own clit. "Say it!" Her silence was met with another slap of his belt. "Unh!" Miranda's body jerked with pleasure. "He made me...suck..." "Tell me what you did, Miranda!" "Sucked his...penis." CRACK. "His DICK, Miranda! His COCK!. Tell me!" "I sucked his cock," she whimpered, her hips moving involuntarily in a little fucking motion. "I sucked his cock." "Did you like it, baby?" He asked as he walked around to her head. "Do you like the taste of a man's big hot dick in your bad little mouth?" As he walked, he put his hands to his pants, releasing the button of his tuxedo pants and then his zipper. "DO YOU?" "Yes." Barely a breath. Shoving one hand down into his pants, Ed grabbed his meat and played with himself behind the cloth barrier. "How should I punish you for that?" he murmured. "Maybe I should call in a couple of the bellboys and force you to suck them off. Would you like that, Miranda?" The idea sent a shockwave of erotic desire through her. Coursing from her nipples to her pussy, it made her squirm with need. "I....oh, yes," she sighed. "Or maybe I should force you to suck my dick all night long. Look at it, Miranda!" Whipping his cock out, he smiled at Miranda's gasp. He was impressively hard and long and seeping precum. "Maybe I should just jerk myself off in front of your face while you beg for a taste. Huh, Miranda?" "Oh god...no," she moaned as he began masturbating in her face, pushing her mouth into his balls while he jerked and strained, moaning with pleasure. Wild with need, Miranda whimpered and moaned, licking madly at whatever she could reach. "Please," she begged. "Please...in my mouth. Come in my mouth." "Did he come in your mouth, Miranda? Did you swallow his cum and beg for more?" "Unh....yes...yes! Now...please!" "You're a dirty little cunt, letting some rapist shoot his load down your throat, Miranda," he taunted, moving back just enough to slap her across the face with his cock. "I'm going to have to teach you a lesson." Holding her head with both hands, he ordered, "Open up!" before shoving his cock, full length, into her mouth and down her unprepared throat. Miranda gagged for a few seconds but as Ed pulled back she gasped in air and prepared for the next battering thrust. Mewling and eager, she licked and sucked at his meat as he fucked her mouth and she made pleasured sounds to let him know she'd eat him forever if he wanted her to. Still, after several minutes of having Miranda sucking his cock like a trained courtesan, he nearly burst in her hot, wet mouth. Pulling out took more willpower than he knew he'd owned. "No," he gasped, shoving off the remainder of his clothes. "You'll get plenty to eat later. For now, I'm gonna give you what your bastard rapist wasn't man enough to. Crawl to the bed!" Head hanging, Miranda obediently crawled to the bed and then up into it as he instructed her to. "Good. Kneel on the edge facing the center of the bed. Now, Miranda, pull your panties down to your knees and get down on your hands again." She did gladly, spreading her thighs wide, knowing he'd be shoving that big piece of meat into her dripping pussy any second. Behind her, Ed slapped Miranda's ass as he played with himself a bit longer and enjoyed the sight of her, spread out and ready. Desperate for his dick. "Beg me." It was all the encouragement she needed. "Please," she moaned, sliding one hand behind her to spread her ass cheeks for him to get a better view of her wet, virgin lips. "Please fuck me. I need it. I need your cock inside me. Please!" "Play with your clit." She did, moving that same hand between her legs to vibrate against her swollen clit. Immediately, she began to shake and moan harder. "Don't you fucking cum until I tell you that you can!" Ed ordered, and with one hand he put the bulbous head of his cock at her glistening, wet opening. "Here it comes, bitch!" he hissed, and putting both hands on her ass, he shoved forward, making her scream as he broke her virgin barrier and stretched her so full she was sure she'd burst. Ed fucked her. Hard, fast and without any mercy at all, he slammed and rammed her virgin pussy like a jackhammer gone mad, all the while slapping her ass and reaching beneath her to give her tits painful little smacks. Finally, unable to hold back his heavy load any longer, Ed roared, "CUM!" and Miranda's fingers took only an instant to speed up and start her orgasm. She screamed again, mindlessly begging him to fuck harder; faster, while he jerked and spasmed and yelled that he was shooting it up inside her hot little pussy. They creamed together, bodies shaking and voices clashing in hard shouts of violent pleasure until at last they were both gasping for breath and twitching in the aftermath of their orgasms. And then Ed took his wife into his arms and they lay down together and while he whispered how much he loved her, she curled into his body and returned the sentiments. And while he steadfastly refused to reveal whether it had really been him the night before, she was absolutely sure that not only would their marriage be satisfying in every respect, but that he had been the one. Until, of course, much, much later that night between hot bouts of fucking and other delicious games, when Ed murmured mysteriously, "About that rapist...I'd love to introduce you to him sometime." And so began a marriage made in heaven.