by Izzy Slam
I was relieved he insisted on bringing me with him. I’ve no doubt that Sir Matthew would have soiled my innocence in one way or another. And if my maidenhood hadn’t remained intact, it would be his word against my new owner’s.
Once we arrived at his home, located right behind the church, he helped me out of the wagon and carried my luggage inside.
“You’ll sleep down here tonight, in my bed. I’ll take the loft.”
“Thank you … erm, what shall I call you now?”
He cast his gaze at me “For right now, you can still call me Brother Roy. Once we are husband and wife tomorrow, I’ll be your master and you’ll address me as such.”
“Tomorrow? We are marrying tomorrow?”
The way he licked his lips and scanned my body suggested he was as anxious to get under my skirt as I was to have him there.
“The good Lord says we are to avoid temptation. And the only way to avoid feeling tempted with you is to make you my wife.” My face heated as he stepped closer to me, boring his gaze into mine. “I’ve been looking at you since Brother Matthew bought you last month. I wanted to make you my bride then, but I was … a little broke at the time. However, when I saw your skirt flipped up like that, I knew it was a matter of time before he took what now belongs to me.”
His words made me dizzy.
“Oh,” I said, not knowing what else to say.
His hands cupped my face and he stood so close to me I could feel his erection bounce against the frill of my skirt. “And don’t assume that just because I’m a man of God that I won’t perform the naughtiest of acts on you. Once you’re my wife, it’s my duty to take care of you, yes. But I can do whatever I want to that pretty body of yours.”
I gulped as his hands flowed down the length of my arms, looking at me with lust in his eyes. “And because I am a man of God, I will be sure my bride receives the same pleasure as I do.”
I sank my teeth into my lower lip and pressed my thighs together. I don’t know why I always did that because it never worked. It just made me hornier. Women weren’t supposed to be horny. Only men. But we women knew that was hogwash.
“I need to go to the church for a bit. There are plenty of fixings in the kitchen for stew.”
“Yes, Brother Roy. I’ll get started on it right away.”
Once he was out the door, I walked to the outhouse to relieve myself, thinking about how lucky I was. He was my dream come true, and I would be his wife tomorrow. I wondered who he would have officiate. He couldn’t do it himself, could he?
As all these thoughts swirled around in my head, I noticed a spot of blood on the sheet of paper I had used to wipe myself. For a second, I thought my monthlies had come. But I just finished bleeding last week. It was way too soon.
Oh no. Sir Matthew must have torn my hymen. Which meant…
My heart pounded inside my chest. What if Brother Roy found out? He would know. It was common knowledge that if your hymen wasn’t intact, your husband would be able to tell straight away. And the penalties for not remaining pure were as severe as your husband wanted them to be.
But Brother Roy would understand, wouldn’t he? I mean, he had walked in on Sir Matthew. He had seen his erection. Did he know that he had also penetrated me, even if it was just the tip?
I had to tell him, and I had to tell him right now.
***
“What are you saying, Aurora?”
I had just told him of the blood I discovered, but he had no clue what I was implying. I knelt in front of him on the floor of his church office, hoping he wouldn’t take his anger out on me when I confessed.
“I’m saying I’m not sure I’m innocent, Brother Roy. Please, please don’t return me.”
I lowered my head and clasped my hands together.
“Come sit in my lap, Aurora.”
He pulled me on top of his leg and angled my chin in his direction. “Why do you think you aren’t innocent? Was I too late with Brother Matthew?”
I chewed the inside of my cheek for a second, still afraid to answer. “Yes. I don’t know. He stuck it in, partway, right before you walked in. I don’t know if it broke or not.”
His jaw twitched and lightning flashed in his eyes. I thought for sure he was going to strike me down. But he didn’t do anything like that. His nostrils flared and he looked away.
“We’ll go see Dr. Flannigan. Right away.”
He took me by the hand and led me to the wagon, bunching up his coat jacket for me to sit on. I think I fell in love with him a little more just then.
“If you’re not intact, I will bring the wrath of God upon that man. He’ll regret ever setting eyes on you.”
Shivers sliced through me. “But … what about me, Brother Roy? Will you get rid of me?”
My mouth watered and my stomach turned as I awaited his answer. He turned and looked at me before taking my hand in his.
“I could never get rid of you, my love. You’ll be my wife, no matter what.”
***
As I lay on Dr. Flannigan’s exam table, I fought back the tears as his hands examined me. It was hard to process all that had happened today. Just a few hours ago, I was in a barn fingering my snatch. Now, my purity was in question for my husband-to-be. I felt sick at how I had landed here. If only I had kept my hands to myself.
But if I had, would Brother Roy have purchased me? Even he admitted it was seeing my skirt tossed over my hips that did him in. I was thinking too much. As usual.
“Okay, we’re done here,” Dr. Flannigan said, pulling off his rubber gloves and tossing them aside.
I peered over my legs, trying to assess the verdict by looking at his expression. “Can you tell me, doctor?”
His instant smile flooded me with relief. “You’re still intact. The blood was likely a result of friction, a mild irritation. You can get dressed, and I’ll give Brother Roy the good news.”
I let out a long sigh of relief once the doctor was out of sight. And I couldn’t get dressed fast enough. I wanted to see the look on his face when he learned that I was still a virgin, and that he would still be able to claim that part of me.
Brother Roy must have been as happy as I was because moments later, right as I was tying my skirt, he burst through the door and pulled me into a tight embrace. His hands traveled down my back, stopping just short of the swell of my bottom.
“My sweet little virgin… Are you all right?”
I nodded and fisted his cotton shirt.
“Let’s get you home, then. We’ll have a late supper and discuss our future.”
Feeling truly blissful for the first time in a long time, I spent the remainder of the afternoon working on a pot of stew while making a fresh batch of cornbread. Cooking for my owner (as opposed to a house full of virgins and one man whose sole intention of having me around was to make some cold, hard cash) brought me more pleasure than I would have thought. If this was what I had to look forward to, then I would make a very happy bride.
Brother Roy’s voice bellowed through the home as he walked in.
“Something smells good in here!”
He walked behind me and planted a kiss on my neck, his big, strong hands pressing down on my lower belly. “Thank you, Brother. I hope it’s to your liking.”
“I’m sure it will be.”
I carried the pot to the table, along with the pan of cornbread and a fresh serving of butter. And a simple meal in silence with my future husband was just what the doctor ordered.
“I heard you were a good cook.” Brother Roy talked to me as I began cleaning up.
“From Sir Matthew?” I asked.
“Yes. And don’t refer to him as ‘Sir’ anymore, Aurora. After what he did to you this morning, with no intention of making you his bride, he’s not even worthy of being called ‘Brother’.”
“What shall I call him then?” As the wife of the town preacher, I was sure to run into my previous owner on a regular basis.
“Nothing,” he replied, st
aring out the kitchen window to the field where the horses were grazing. “You’ll call him nothing.”
“Okay. I can do that.”
“Come outside to the porch when you’re done with dishes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
I washed up as quickly as I could since I had the feeling he wanted to discuss something of a serious nature. I didn’t think it was anything bad, but he had mentioned going over our future. Maybe as a preacher, he liked things to be out in the open. Or maybe he just liked to talk.
He was sitting in a rocker, and when he saw me, he motioned me over, tapping his leg. I sat on his thigh, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me down until my bottom was perfectly nestled in his crotch.
“I had a vision of you, years ago.”
“You did?”
He nodded. “The Lord told me you would be gifted to me in my thirtieth year. And here we are.”
“You’re thirty, Brother Roy? You don’t look it.”
He didn’t. With the exception of a single laugh line brushing out from his eyes, my husband-to-be looked only slightly older than my nineteen years.
“Thank you, love.”
The way he called me “love” made my chest swell.
“He also told me I am to make you with child without rupturing your membrane.”
I slowly turned my head in his direction, confusion washing over me. “Why would he tell you that?”
“I don’t know. Maybe to prove that miracles can happen.”
I nodded slowly. He wanted me to be a pregnant virgin. I wanted whatever he wanted. So, I placed my hands over his and settled further into his lap. “I will be your miracle then. You can make my belly nice and big with your baby without tearing my maidenhood, okay Brother Roy?”
He released a growl and pressed his fingers into my tummy, like he was imagining what I would look like when I was fat and happy.
“You know that I’m going to have to use your other holes in order to get the full release of pleasure. I’ve waited a long time to feel the mouth of a woman wrapped around my manhood.” His erection twitched against my rear end, making my lips swell with desire once again. “And you don’t know this, but I’ve been saving up for a long time. Since committing my life to the Lord’s work, I have not touched myself, and it has been quite painful.”
“I know, Brother Roy. I know.” I knew more than ever what that pain was like.
“Sometimes,” he grumbled, letting his hand wander up to the bottom swell of my breast, “I believe that my balls might become damaged from the weight of my cum.”
I rolled my hips back against his hardness without realizing what I was doing before it was too late. He thrust upward once in response, releasing a long groan. But then he suddenly gripped me by the arms and pushed me to a standing position.
His face was covered in sweat, his cheeks red from the desire we were both feeling. And the crotch of his dark pants seemed to hide a monstrous erection that bounced several times when he looked my way.
“You best go get washed up before the devil gets ahold of me. We’ll be leaving first thing in the morning for Huntsville, so my dad can marry us off.”
“Yes, Sir. I’ll get washed up right away.”
I darted inside the house, my insides aching from being stricken with so much lust. I warmed up some water and made several trips to the wash bin, then stripped naked to wash my body. I must have had layers and layers of sweat and grime because I had to rinse the cloth multiple times. I hadn’t bathed in nearly a week. We weren’t allowed frequent baths at the farm, so it was a real treat to feel clean once again.
I brushed my long, wet hair and pulled on my night gown before slipping into bed. I rolled over in the sheets and took in a deep breath, already feeling heady at my new owner’s smell. The scent brought a smile to my face, and knowing I was going to be sleeping in this bed every night with my husband felt like striking gold.
I closed my eyes and fantasized about our first time together. I imagined the look on his face as he pumped his manhood past my lips. And I thought about my belly growing big with his seed. My fantasies were only interrupted by a kiss to the forehead.
“Goodnight, my love. I’m going to wash up and go straight to bed.”
“Goodnight, Master.”
I couldn’t help it. I wanted to address him properly already. And he must have approved because he smiled so big I saw his pearly whites.
Morning couldn’t come fast enough.
Chapter Three
I don’t know if I was dreaming or half awake and fantasizing. But when I felt my master’s hands slide around my waist as I lay in his bed, I couldn’t hold back vocalizing my pleasure.
“Your body is so soft, so warm,” Master grumbled in my ear. “How am I to resist?”
“I don’t know,” I sighed.
“The Lord is testing me right now.”
I knew then that I didn’t want him to do something he would regret. But that urge building between my legs was just as strong, just as powerful as ever. I guess the Lord was testing me too.
“What should we do?”
I felt him breathing into my neck for a few minutes before finally saying, “We can’t consummate just yet.”
“Because we aren’t married.”
“That’s right.” His hardness bumped into my back, making me wetter.
“But aren’t we kind of married in a way?” I asked, seeking logic where there wasn’t any.
“How so?”
“Well, you do own me. And the bible says that women are the property of men, isn’t that right?”
He paused before answering. “It says that wives are the property of husbands, yes.”
“Oh.” I was looking for a loophole. “Well, maybe since you already own me, and we do plan to marry tomorrow, you can take just a sample of me.”
“Hmm…” His hands moved up to my chest, stopping just below my bosom. My nipples pricked underneath my gown as his breathing became heavier and his erection stiffer.
“Lift your nightgown and roll over,” he said, his voice gruff and deep.
I did as he asked, tugging my undergarments off as well. I felt him fidget with his pants at the same time. I could barely make out his face in the dark, but his eyes look eager and wide, and his tongue kept swiping across his upper lip.
With my nightgown up around my hips, I rested my arm across his side. The soft cotton of his long johns was all I could feel, and I wanted desperately to feel his naked body against mine.
“Lie as still as you can,” he said, cupping my ass and pulling me toward him.
His penis, wet along the tip, slipped between my legs, brushing along my clitoris. I vocalized a sigh as he released a groan. He slowly began pumping his hips back and forth, which forced his thick, monstrous-sized erection to grind horizontally along my dripping gash.
I sank my fingers into his side, and both of us were breathing so hard we were practically panting. My blood ran so hot through my veins, it felt like lava. But that wasn’t the best part.
My clit enlarged and swelled as blissful tingles danced along my flesh. This intense fullness swelled inside my vagina as I inched closer and closer to orgasm. And I wasn’t sure if I was allowed that release.
I began rocking my hips in sync with his, and as our organs rubbed against one another, I felt his penis get harder and harder as it twitched in between my swollen lips.
“I … I’m going to cum, Master. May I?”
A long groan rumbled from deep in his chest and he dug his hands harder into my hip. “Yes, my virgin bride. You may cum on your master’s cock… hurry…”
I stretched my legs down underneath the sheet and clamped my thighs together, giving his hard rod a tighter grip. I arched my back slightly and pointed out my erect nipples, even though they were still covered by my nightgown. And as he increased his pace, his hands softly cupped my breasts, his thumbs brushing along the hard bumps through the thin fabric.
“Lor
d forgive me for touching this nubile body before I make her my bride…”
His shaft found that perfect spot on my clitoris, and as my insides felt as though they were boiling, my body shuddered violently as I was throttled into my first orgasm. Liquid pulsed from my vagina in hard bursts and my walls contracted over and over. Nothing had ever felt so good in all my life. I bucked my hips, desperately and roughly rubbing my nub against his length and resisting the urge to reach under the covers, between his legs, and take his manhood in my hands.
Master huffed in my face and tweaked my nipple, groaning, “So close … So close…”
Then seconds later, he growled and gave one hard shove, his cock twitching as hot liquid burst out and along my thighs, rolling down the lower swell of my bottom.
“Nnnggnnnnn…” he groaned, cupping my rear once again and slamming my body against his.
My hands traveled up his chest where I gripped his pecs hard, catching my breath as more hot liquid spurted between my legs.
His hot breath hit my face just before he kissed me, parting my lips with his tongue. He growled into the back of my throat, causing me to shiver. His rod went flaccid between my legs and as it shrank it smeared his cum all over my thighs. I felt so close to him, with no shame at all. He was practically my husband already, as far as I was concerned.
And even with my lust satiated for the moment, I knew that by tomorrow, I would be filled with intense desire once again.
“When you’re my wife,” he whispered, clasping my long hair in his hands. “I’m going to do so many filthy things to you. I’ve waited a lifetime for this.”
Excitement rushed through me. I wasn’t sure what he meant by filthy because it seemed that what we did was plenty filthy enough.
“What will you do to me, Master?”
He stood from the bed and covered me up before leaning down to kiss me on the forehead. “Some things shall remain a mystery. See you tomorrow, my lovely maiden.”
And so I drifted to sleep with images of my husband’s cum dripping from every orifice.
Chapter Four
The trip to Huntsville took several hours. Master had explained that his father couldn’t make the journey here because he was too busy. That’s why we had to go to him. With the wedding being last minute, there was only a slight chance that a few of his father’s close friends might attend. But otherwise, the ceremony would be short and sweet. And Master would introduce me as his new bride the following Sunday.