Massively Taboo 50

by Izzy Slam

  He made sure to get me back to the house at a reasonable hour. I didn’t want the day to come to an end, nor did I want to be separated from him for the evening. But by the time I was getting ready for bed, I was glad to have some time to just … relax.

  Ramona brought me a cup of tea before asking me if I needed anything.

  “Thank you so much, and no. I don’t need a thing that a good night’s sleep can’t fix.”

  She smiled and sat on the bed next to me. “My family enjoyed meeting you today. I can tell how fond Mr. Joseph is of you.”

  Warmth rippled through me. “The feeling is mutual, Ramona. I’m looking forward to being his wife.”

  “He’ll take good care of you, too. My cousin is a good man who knows how to provide and keep you safe. Trust me when I say that you got very lucky he purchased you and no one else.”

  “Believe me, I know. And I will take just as good care of him as he will of me.”

  Ramona covered her chest and gave an apologetic look. “Of course you will. I didn’t mean to imply … well, he is lucky, too. But as you may or may not know, the world is full of dangerous men who are only out for themselves.”

  I couldn’t do much more than look at her. I hadn’t heard any stories of dangerous men. But I counted my blessings that the man who would make me his wife tomorrow seemed good, through and through.

  “So, about tomorrow. You said you’d go over the wedding details with me?”

  “Yes, I did,” she replied, clapping her hands together and beaming brightly. “Feel free to sleep in and wake up at your leisure. We’ll have a quiet brunch here in the morning, and then a few ladies in the family will come around to give you presents. From there, we’ll work on making you presentable for Mr. Joseph, starting with your hair and finishing with your gown. You’re going to love it!”

  Excited jitters ran through me. How could I sleep in late? I was used to getting up at sunrise, and being in a strange home the night before my wedding would not make sleep come easier. We women have no say in our wedding details, which makes preparations all the more fretful for those like me who do not thrive on the unknown.

  “Where will we be married? Is there a church nearby?”

  “No. Mr. Joseph requested you be married at your new home. The wedding will take place at five o’clock in the evening with the family celebration at Mother and Father’s house. And you, my dear,” she added, placing her hand on mine, “don’t have to do a thing but show up.”

  When I was finally alone to finish my tea, I felt better about things. But before I drifted off to sleep, my mind kept flashing back to my master and what he had done to me earlier. The way his mouth claimed me. And the way he used my mouth as his own personal vessel for pleasure. By this time tomorrow, my body and soul would belong to him. He would take me as his bride, as his property, pressing his length into me and bringing me unrelenting pleasure.

  That throb between my legs resurfaced, and I struggled to keep my hands to myself. I had to remain pure for him, even though the temptation to give myself an orgasm was nearly overwhelming. But this was the greatest gift I could give the man who would spend the rest of his life caring for me.

  ***

  Giggles filled the room as I opened another gift. Master Joseph’s sisters had conspired to give me naughty presents that seemed to mainly benefit my husband.

  “I’m embarrassed to admit that I don’t have a clue what this is for,” I said, holding up a white piece of fabric that seemed to be nothing more than strings attached to a triangular swatch of silky material.

  “I made it myself,” Delores admitted. “And I call it a cappy.”

  More giggles erupted around me, and I couldn’t help but giggle myself. “I’m sure there’s an explanation behind that name.”

  She nodded. “When worn, it’s sure to make the cock happy. I’m wearing one myself. Here, let me show you.”

  Delores stood and lifted the layers of her skirt, showing me how the “cappy” is to be worn.

  “Oh my…” I muttered. The strings went around her waist, and the triangular piece of fabric covered her petite mound. When she spun in a circle, her rear end was on display, with the back of the cappy coming to a “T”, the bottom part of the string nestled in the crack of her bottom.

  “What do you think?”

  “I think it looks uncomfortable.”

  “Yes, but your husband will adore it, trust me. And the response you get will benefit you as well. Am I right, ladies?” Both of her sisters, as well as Ramona, chimed in with their laughter and applause.

  I couldn’t argue with that. I could only imagine the reaction the cappy would incite in my master. And it made me swell with desire.

  I spent the next half hour opening up more presents that included perfume, a new blanket, and a corset, among other things. I had never felt so spoiled in all my life.

  “Is my soon-to-be husband getting showered with gifts right now?” I asked Ramona once we were alone again.

  “No. His father should be helping him get ready. Do you realize the wedding is in two hours? We don’t have time to delay.”

  Another nervous shot of energy cut through me. At this point, I just wanted to see my master again, to feel his arms around me, taking me, making me his. I could hardly think of anything else.

  “Make me beautiful for him, Ramona.”

  She gave me a peck on the cheek and then set to work. My hair was pulled into a bun, but she left several long, curly strands dangling down where they stopped just over my breasts. The amount of rouge she applied was modest, and I was thrilled with how I looked.

  The bone-white satin dress itself was undeniably gorgeous. Floor length and tight fitting, it was laced with ornate pearls and sequins along the chest. I was breathless as I stood in front of the mirror, spinning my body to the side and taking in the shape of my round bottom as it stood out and demanded attention.

  “You approve?” Ramona stood behind me, clasping her hands near her mouth.

  I nodded and struggled to keep my chin off the floor. “Yes. I so approve. But …”

  “But what, dear?”

  “It isn’t too revealing?”

  She blew out a soft laugh. “Not at all. Mr. Joseph insisted that you wear it. It’s been in the family for generations, but no one has been able to fit into it for years. You have the body and the curves for this gown. Wear it proudly.”

  I turned and hugged her, feeling that swarm of butterflies soaring through my tummy. “I will. I am.”

  I couldn’t wait to walk down the aisle.

  ~Joseph~

  I stood underneath the wooden archway that my father had built these last few weeks as a wedding gift. My sisters had spent the afternoon covering it with fresh flowers, so I was sure my bride would love it. Nearby, my twenty or so family members stood by, ready to witness Claire becoming my wife.

  I’d woken up with a raging erection this morning, and I wondered if Claire was equally frustrated. I had enjoyed teasing her yesterday and could still recall the taste of her on my tongue. I could not wait to soon finish what I had started yesterday.

  When she appeared around the side of my house, I thought all the breath would escape my lungs.

  She was gorgeous. The dress fitted her to a “T” which I knew it would. Every curve was visible underneath the shiny material. The sequins caught the rays of the sun and shimmied beneath her radiance. Her face, so innocent and yet so eager, made me forget every woman I’d ever known and lusted after.

  Blood rushed to my member as she began walking my way, holding a single pink lily between her fingers. As she got closer, I took in her hair, noting it was knotted on the top of her head. That would be coming down later by my hands. There was something about watching a woman’s long hair spill down from her head that made me stiff just thinking about it.

  I outstretched my hand and she took it in hers, so soft and damp. Her smile, demure as it was, made me anxious to kiss her.

  “Hell
o, Master,” she greeted.

  Speechless, I simply kissed her hand, keeping my eyes fixed on hers.

  The officiating reverend welcomed everyone before starting the ceremony. I had told him I wanted it to be brief, that I wasn’t one for long-winded formalities. I had also made it clear that I was anxious to get her alone, and he didn’t argue. I was fairly certain he understood my motives.

  When we got to the vows, Claire nervously squeezed my fingers.

  “Maiden Claire, please state your promise to love and serve your master, Joseph Miller, your vow to give of yourself completely—body, mind, and soul—and your lawfully sworn statement that all others will be forsaken to keep this vow holy for all the days of your life.”

  “I hereby vow myself to you, Master, in all ways that a wife is vowed to her husband.”

  A tear formed in the corner of her eye, and I brushed it away.

  “Mr. Joseph Miller, do you accept maiden Claire’s vow and likewise pledge to take her into your protective custody for all the days of your life?”

  “I accept maiden Claire’s vow, and pledge to keep her in my protective custody for all the days of my life.”

  “It is then my hereby privilege to pronounce you man and bride. Please place the ring of ownership on her finger.”

  Claire sank her teeth into her lower lip as I fished out the diamond ring from my pocket. It rested inside a velvet bag to keep it safe and the minute she saw it, she drew in a quick breath. The diamond sparkled just like her eyes did as soon as I slipped it on her finger. Her smile was so big, it made my heart swell with pride.

  “Do you like it?” I asked her, keeping my voice to a whisper.

  “I love it.” She nodded emphatically, and I think if it hadn’t been socially taboo, she would have thrown her arms around my neck and pressed her body to mine.

  “Let no man break this bond, lest he lose his life and place in heaven!” The officiating reverend yelled out the traditional closing line, which was always followed by cheers of congratulations.

  I pulled my bride close as the crowd gathered near, pressing my lips to her ear. “We are going to politely excuse ourselves before heading to the celebration.”

  “Yes, Master,” she said, her cheeks turning red as the message was all too clear.

  “Everyone, to the celebration! My bride and I will be there within the hour!”

  I took her by the hand and darted past my family as they respectably held their silence. I heard a few chuckles and several gasps. Everyone knew, but I didn’t care. I needed my bride and I needed her now.

  Without stopping for one second, I brought her straight to our bedroom and closed the door, pulling her in my arms.

  “Do you acknowledge that you belong to me now? That you are my property?”

  “Yes, Master,” Claire answered, lowering her chin in respect. “I am yours, forever and always, body, mind, and soul.”

  My pants became instantly tight as blood surged through my cock, expanding it uncomfortably. But I had my sights on seeing every inch of my wife before anything. I wanted to savor every second of her being fully revealed to me.

  I took the flower she still held and set it on the dresser then removed her wedding gown as she kept her eyes locked on me. Her skin, so soft and ivory, was beginning to flush in response. She stood before me in her white corset, her breasts squeezing through the top of the tight fabric, and a covering on her mound that I had never seen before.

  “What is this?” I asked, spinning her around.

  “Something your sister Delores gave me, Master.”

  A white strip of fabric was nestled deep in the slit of her ass, the rest of her full, round curves revealed to me. My rod twitched in response.

  “My sister is reprehensible at times. But I must thank her for this.”

  I slid my finger under the material and tugged them out before sliding them down her legs. Claire stepped out of her flat shoes and I kicked them aside, along with the naughty drawers.

  I placed a finger under her chin and looked at those lips I’d been wanting to kiss since I first saw her. She licked them nervously right before I sealed them with mine. My tongue was in her mouth and she moaned as she melted against me.

  ~Claire~

  I don’t know how long my husband kissed me. I completely lost track of time. My heart and body were humming, knowing I finally belonged to him. His hands smoothed down to my hips where he gripped my flesh, groaning loudly as his erection grew and bumped into my corset.

  I was dizzy with need as he lifted my wedding gown from the bed and pulled a single piece of lace from one of the back ties.

  “Turn around,” he said, putting a hand on my shoulder and guiding me in a half circle.

  He took me by the hands and wrapped the lace around my wrist. My stomach tightened, unsure of why he was restraining me.

  “Master?”

  “It’s all right, my love. I just want to show you the erotic nature of a spanking.”

  I gasped as he flipped me face down on the bed.

  “But … have I done something wrong?”

  “Of course not.” Strong, rough hands ran over my backside—squeezing and kneading my flesh in ways that made me sink into the fluffy covers. But still, I tugged at the string, trying to loosen the knot.

  “This pleases me, watching you writhe and squirm.” He leaned down over me, pressing his lips to my ear. “Know that I will always have power over you. And with that power I will protect you and bring you unending pleasure.”

  Soft swats against my rear startled me. Initially, anyway. But as he continued, I heard these deep grumbles coming from him that led me to believe he was enjoying this tremendously. A spanking that didn’t hurt, but rather made me want him more, was not something I would have ever expected to experience on my wedding day.

  I felt my flesh jiggle with each slap, and even as he struck me harder and harder, forcing the thick flesh to radiate heat, my nerves and apprehension melted away like a candlestick. I found myself being turned on at his display of domination over me.

  My body was his, every inch of it, and allowing him to do as he wished made me not only gush between the legs but also soar with happiness.

  When the spanking stopped, I heard him undressing as the heat rose from my rear. The sound of his pants and shirt hitting the floor. I rolled my hips around on the bed, oddly wanting more, already missing his hands on my body.

  His body weight was on top of me, his large, hairy legs pressing against my exposed bottom. When suddenly, I felt his rod slip between my cheeks, smearing his pre-cum along my heated skin.

  His hands pressed up my arms and his face nestled into my neck, planting kisses here and there.

  “Feel my cock, bride?”

  “Yes,” I whispered.

  He grinded his pelvis on top of me, forcing his erection to slide along the wet, swollen lips of my gash. He wasn’t entering me, yet. But he was close.

  Quickening his pace and changing the angle a bit, the tip of his manhood began rubbing along my clitoris, forcing a tight ball to form in my gut.

  “Oh, Master,” I muttered, my need growing urgent.

  He growled and sank his teeth into my flesh. “I’m going to make you cum, my love. But the first time will be with my mouth.”

  I huffed as he stood up, my breath escaping me in one hard burst.

  He lifted me from the bed and sank me to my knees in front of him. Hands still tied behind my back, I was powerless to stop him from doing anything he wanted. Not that I would dare think about something like that. Not that I even wanted to.

  His rod bounced in front of my face, shiny with fluids from my womanhood. A small, pearlescent drop of fluid leaked from his slit.

  “Damn the world, you are so beautiful,” he groaned, sliding a hand in my hair and tugging out the single pin holding my bun in place.

  As my hair spilled down my back, Master growled his pleasure once again, and his erection intensified. I wiggled my fingers, des
perate to touch his length and bring it to my lips.

  “You want to touch it, don’t you?”

  “Yes, Master.” I closed my eyes, no longer feeling ashamed of my own desires.

  “Good,” he chuckled, holding the base of it and angling it to my lips. “I’ll let you. Soon. But for now, you’ll touch me only with that lovely mouth of yours.”

  Forcing himself inside my mouth, my new master made my pussy quiver with carnal need. He pumped himself in and out, grinding along my lips with his metal-hard erection.

  I swirled my tongue in long strokes over his length, causing several obscenities to erupt from his lips. His sack lightly bounced against my chin, and as he fisted my hair tightly, I had a feeling it was about to happen.

  A deep groan came from his chest as he emptied inside my mouth. I nearly choked as I swallowed each burst of warm liquid, and I struggled to free my hands, needing to breathe. He must have sensed my need because he backed out, holding my head steady while he left just the head in my mouth. I suckled on the enlarged tip, and when the final burst shot out, Master groaned a long “fuuuuuuck,” that made me shiver.

  I loved this dirty side of him, using foul language while using me. I felt my walls contract, anxious to feel his mouth down there.

  He gently pulled me to my feet and crashed his lips into mine, snaking his tongue deep in my mouth as if he wanted to be sure I had swallowed every drop. His cock slipped between my legs, and he began untying the lace around my wrist. I don’t know how, but he managed to get it loose in seconds.

  Next, he worked on my corset, loosening it with frantic hands. I helped him by tugging on the lower part so that once the ties were hanging, it simply fell down over my hips, clanking to the floor below. I stood naked before him, admiring his perfectly sculpted body while he did the same to me. His chest, rugged and covered in hair, reflected years in the sun. I ran my hands up his abdomen, then all the way to his hard chest where his hair brushed the sides of my fingers.