by Vanessa Vale
"Seth, put me down!"
I kicked the door shut behind me and strode up the steps and into the bedroom, ignoring her attempts to escape. I released her only when my large bed was beneath her and she landed on the blue quilt. Her eyes widened in surprise at the realization of her surroundings.
"You have been leading me around by my dick for the longest time, and I've been insane enough to allow it. No longer. It's time you realize who has control in this marriage."
I started to undo the buttons of my shirt and her dark eyes widened. She licked those plump lips of hers and my cock pressed painfully against my pants. I'd been this way for months, whenever she crossed paths with me. Hell, whenever I caught a hint of her scent. I could do something about it now.
"You married me!" Somewhere along the way her hair had fallen loose from the pins that had held it securely at her nape and she looked a little disheveled. In my opinion, not disheveled enough. "I had no choice since you compromised me most thoroughly out on the thoroughfare."
"Damn right." She was trying to make me feel contrite for my actions when I felt anything but. I tugged my shirt from my pants, stripped it off. Her eyes lowered to my chest and it appeared I distracted her. "You don't dictate how I feel about you."
"Half the town saw your kiss and all but marched us to the church."
"Damn right," I repeated, thinking the very dour, very austere members of the community would have lynched me just as readily as led me to Reverend Pick if I'd had less than honorable intentions. The town had even remained, settled comfortably in the church pews, to witness our union. "Did you think I'd let you get away from me once I found out you want me as much as I want you?"
Her eyes darted from meeting mine, to my chest and back. "You do?"
I took a breath and ran a hand over the back of my neck.
"If that kiss didn't convince you, then I've got work to do. Now get that dress off before I rip it from you."
Her eyes widened and she shook her head. "You can still renege. We haven't consummated the marriage."
"You think the townsfolk will let me abandon you after the disgrace I made of you on the street?"
"No. You kissed me!"
I grinned, remembering the taste of her. "I did."
"Why? I told you the kind of person I was. What I did to Aaron."
"Yes, you told me. You wanted to kiss me, to do those things you are imagining that you consider whorish. I want you to. That's the difference. I want to do all those wild, dirty things." The bed dipped as I placed one knee upon it. "Tell me what they are, Rachel."
She came up on her elbows and started to scurry back but I stopped her with one hand on her ankle. "You've disgraced me enough. Do you think I will shame myself further by uttering something such as that?"
I shrugged, threw my other knee over her legs so I straddled her, planted my hands on either side of her head so I loomed over her. "You don't have to say. Just knowing you're thinking it is enough for me. Perhaps I'll give you a boon. Answer yes or no to my questions, all right?"
She gave a slight nod of her head in agreement.
From this position, I could see the dark flecks in her eyes, the color that bloomed in her cheeks, the glistening wetness on her lips, the throbbing pulse at her neck.
"Did you like the kiss we shared?"
Her gaze dropped to my mouth. "Yes," she whispered.
"Do your dirty thoughts include us being naked?"
She nodded.
"Good girl." I grinned at her. "I've thought of you naked often. The color of your nipples, the size of them, whether they are sensitive and like to be licked and sucked. Pinched."
Her eyes flared and she flushed a pretty crimson.
I directed her with a tilt of my chin. "Take off the dress, baby. Let me see."
Slowly, her hands moved to the front of her dress, all the while her eyes met mine. In my periphery, I could see her working the little buttons free until the bodice gaped open, a creamy patch of skin exposed above her white corset. Just that sliver of skin had me losing that last bit of control. Shifting back so I sat on my heels, I reached to the two panels of her dress and spread them wide, slid them off her shoulders and down her arms, leaving her upper body in just her corset. She shimmied beneath me to release her wrists but I shook my head.
"Oh no. You've had control for months and that wasn't working. That's all over. I'm in charge now. All you have to do is feel."
She squirmed, her thighs nudging at my cock and I couldn't stifle a groan. The stays on her corset were snug, but easy to release. I did only the top half, letting her breasts pop free. With the stiff material beneath them, they were pushed upward still, firm and plump and full. I cupped both in my large hands, the flesh so satiny soft and pale in comparison to mine which was rugged, calloused and dark complected. I hissed out a breath at the sight. Her nipples were a soft coral and quite large, a succulent mouthful. Lowering my head, I ran my tongue over the tip of one, eliciting a moan from Rachel. That had just been a simple lick. I wanted to see what kinds of sounds she could make when I suckled there, when I twisted and tugged at the tip beneath my fingers. And so I took her into my mouth and found out.
My other hand moved to her other breast, working it with my fingers. Her back arched up into my belly and her fingers went first to my bare shoulders, leaving no doubt, half moon indents with her fingernails, before snagging in my hair. One moment she was pushing me away, the next holding me close. Switching sides, my fingers took the slick tip and tugged. Hard. I lifted my mouth enough to look up at her. She had her eyes closed, her mouth open and her soft breath came out in little pants. Her skin was flushed and a slick hint of perspiration coated her brow. All of the pins had fallen from her hair as her head thrashed about on the quilt.
"Like a little pain with your pleasure?" I murmured.
"Seth," she replied breathily.
I kissed her then, my tongue delving into her mouth to taste her again. The kiss on the street had been an all out assault on her senses, making her and everyone else around us know that she belonged to me. I kissed her the same way now, ensuring she understood that she was mine.
She was just as I wanted her, mindless to anything but what I was doing to her. As I continued to play with her breasts even while I kissed her. Eventually I lifted my head and I undid the remainder of her corset, letting the two sides fall to the bed on either side of her. My mouth followed the path of the stays down the center of her belly to her navel where I dipped my tongue into the slight indentation, then lower until I encountered her dress. My hands bunched the hem of the garment and I slid it up her body, one slow inch at a time, revealing trim ankles, smooth calves and dimpled knees within cream stockings. Her smooth flesh appeared a few inches above her knees and my hands ran over her creamy thighs. I pooled the material at her waist.
I tsked her as I took in her drawers. "Oh, baby. A woman as wanton as you shouldn't be wearing drawers." Putting two hands on the insides of her thighs, I ripped the center seam apart so that her pussy was exposed even while she still wore her drawers. "Or you can wear your underthings like this from now on, with a big slit down the middle. This way I can gain access to all your treasures without any impediment."
"Seth, let me touch you."
I looked up her body at her. It was quite the view. Rounded stomach, plump breasts, flushed cheeks, aroused, passion filled eyes and tousled hair.
I shook my head from side to side. "No. I decide your pleasure. You denied me for three months, Rachel. It's time I denied you so you know what I went through."
Slipping backward, I lowered myself to the floor, grabbed her ankles and tugged her forward so that her legs went over my shoulders and her pussy was right at the edge of the bed. She squeaked at the shift, but could do nothing else with her arms pinned. "What are you doing?" she asked, trying to squirm.
I grabbed her thighs from underneath and wrapped my hands around them, parting her wide and securing her just where I wanted her. T
hrough the torn seam of her drawers, her pussy was clearly visible. With dark, soft hair at the juncture, it hid her most luscious parts. Her lower lips were a pretty blush pink and as dainty as she, slick and coated with her arousal, evidence that she wasn't unaffected. "You can question my attentions, deny your interest in what I'm doing, fight me even, but your pussy does not lie. Don't act the virgin with me, Rachel, when you've admitted to having whorish ways. I want to see that inner vixen. Give over, baby. I know what you really are."
She lifted her head to look down at me. "I don't want to be lusty like that."
I frowned as I ran the very tip of my finger over her slit.
"Oh, God," she cried out.
"No, my name's Seth, baby. You can cry out for God all you want, but I'm the one who's going to make you come." I circled the tip of my finger over her clit, which stood out erect and proud, a little pearl to be treasured. "Why don't you want to be lusty?"
"Because it's what put me in trouble with Aaron."
I moved my finger back down her slit, parted her folds to find her slippery entrance and dipped my finger in, just enough to make her hips buck. "We'll only speak of Aaron once, especially since I have my finger in your pussy. You were meant for me. When you see what I plan to do to you, you'll know that is a fact."
"What...what do you plan to do?" She looked at my hand between her spread thighs momentarily before I brushed over her clit, then her head fell back and her chin lifted toward the ceiling.
I couldn't help but grin.
Lazily, I played with her pussy. It was hot to the touch, wet and perfectly pink. I could smell the sweet scent of her arousal and knew she'd taste just the same. My mouth watered to find out. But first, I'd tempt her with my words, wanting her to know I wasn't looking for a quick fuck beneath the covers.
"In just a minute I'm going to lower my head and eat your pussy. Taste you for the first time. Then, with your legs so delectably spread, I'm going to split you open with my big cock. It is big, Rachel and it's going to open these perfect pussy lips nice and wide."
She moaned and I slipped my finger all the way in to the hilt, curling the tip so that I could rub over her front wall and find that spot I knew would make her melt all over my hand.
"I'll fill you with my seed, but I'll still be hard. I've been hard for you for months. Maybe I'll go around to the other side of the bed, slide you over so your head hangs off the side and have you lick me clean, then I'll fuck your mouth. At that angle I'll be able to go nice and deep. Have you ever had a cock down your throat, baby?"
She shook her head then cried out my name when I found that spongy little spot inside. "Right there, is it?" I crooked my finger again and again.
"Where was I?" I asked. I could feel her thigh muscles clench and shudder against my neck. "Your throat, right. With your arms pinned to your side, you'll have to take me. Maybe then, when I've marked you with my seed in two of your holes, I'll get you completely naked and on your hands and knees. There's one hole left I'll need to claim."
From my position, I had an up close glimpse of this last hole. Her ass was a perfect pink rosette, winking at me as I bumped and nudged that special spot far up in her pussy. My hand was slick with her juices, her body dripping with need and desire. I wanted to fuck that dark hole, stretch her wide open and make her truly mine. I doubted Aaron had gotten near her ass. He may have taken her virginity, but her ass was mine.
"Have you been fucked in the ass, baby?"
"No," she panted.
"So this is a little virgin hole?" I asked, my thumb brushing over that sensitive ring.
"Oh! I've never—"
"You will. And soon." I felt eagerness laced with male pride knowing I'd be the one to show her the delights of a good ass fucking. But first, first I'd taste her.
Enough talking. My mouth watered in anticipation. I slipped my finger from her and licked it. She was as sweet as I'd expected. Hot and tangy. Delicious. Her eyelids drooped as she watched me. I slipped my finger across her slit, lifted it up, showed her the glistening wetness then ran the pad of my finger across her plump lower lip. "Taste."
Her little pink tongue darted out and flicked over my finger and I groaned, knowing that kitten like move on my cock would make me shoot my cum on her face. "Open up. Suck it clean," I growled, pushing my finger between her lips.
She took it into her hot mouth, her cheeks pulling in as she sucked my digit. Awareness flared in her eyes when she saw how affected I was. It was readily apparent on my face because I burned for her.
Pulling my finger free, I clamped my hands on her thighs. The thin material of her drawers clung to her skin, wet and transparent with her juices. I dove down, my mouth latching on to her exposed pussy, my tongue running the full length of her slit and up to circle her clit.
She would have bucked off the bed if I didn't hold her down. I didn't stop my assault. She'd been taunting me for so long, it was time I made her feel as I. Desperate, out of control, insane. I did this by nibbling on her dainty little pussy lips, flicking over her clit, my fingers, one then two, plunging into her tight pussy mimicking what my cock would soon do. It wasn't long before she came and I could feel it's approach by the way her body tightened, her breath held and her feet dug into my back. She still wore her boots and I'd surely have bruises, but I didn't care.
"Seth!" she screamed. I didn't relent on my attentions as she came, but lessened the intensity of my assault until I was kissing the inside of her creamy thigh, one then the other, until she lay limp and wilted upon the bed.
"Did you like that?" I murmured.
"You know I did," she countered.
I lifted my chin and gave her a wicked grin, knowing she could see my mouth and chin were slick with her desire.
"Then you will like it better once I shave you. I want to see your pussy all pink and pretty, not hiding behind anything."
I gave a gentle tug on her silky dark curls.
"Shave me?" she asked, confusion marring her brow.
"Mmm," I replied. "It will be my job to keep you nice and smooth. It will be your job to present your pussy to me to do so."
She slipped one thigh off my shoulder, then the other. I could have easily kept them there, but I let her do so for she couldn't close up her legs, my large body keeping her spread open so prettily.
"Seth, let me have my hands. Please," she begged.
I shook my head slowly as I stood, kicked off my boots and undid the placket of my pants. She forgot her interest in her pinned arms and closing her legs and was entranced by the appearance of my burgeoning cock. When she gasped at the sight of it, I grabbed it at the base and stroked up the long length. "I told you I was big."
Her eyes widened. "Seth, that's not going to fit. I mean," she licked her lips in possible anticipation and hesitation, "I'm not a virgin, but Aaron only took me a few times."
My hand paused and I looked at her to assess the truth of her words. "He only fucked you a few times? Was he sick?"
Unfortunately, some of her pleasure faded. "No. He was in love with Julia Lanesport."
"He fucked her?" I asked, my voice going loud with surprise. "While you were married?"
She tried to close her legs but I wouldn't let her. There would be no secrets between us, whether they be words or her body.
"No. He was honorable. It was I, in fact, who suggested he have an affair with her. It was the only way he could have her, you see, but he died first."
She'd committed a minor sin, the only infraction was being caught, and was to suffer the consequences the rest of her life. "You weren't the only one at fault, baby."
"I kissed him," she replied.
I placed on hand on the bed beside her head and leaned over her. "Did he push you away?"
"No."
"Did he kiss you back?"
"Yes."
"Then Aaron was as much at fault as you, regardless of who held his heart."
"But—"
"No," I said clearly and with fi
nality. "He should have known better. I doubt you were the first miss to want his attentions."
She flushed prettily, but it was out of hurt and shame. I took her chin in my other hand and made her look at me. "There's nothing to which you should feel shame. He was the man and he should have known better. By not pleasing you, he wasn't doing his job and for that, I want to bring him back from the dead and punch him in the nose."
Her eyes widened, then she laughed, the soft sound filling some empty spaces in my heart. It was so easy to succumb to her, for I fear I'd lost myself to her months ago. "Your pussy, then, must be aching." I grabbed her hips and hooked them about my waist as I aligned my cock up to her needy pussy.
"Oh yes," she sighed.
"I vow, Rachel, that you will want for nothing ever again. Whether it be words or affection or a hard fucking, I will take care of you." I reached down between us and aligned my cock to her scalding hot pussy. Grabbing her behind one knee, I pushed her leg toward her chest and slid my cock into her all the way in one deep, slick stroke.
We both groaned. Her inner walls clenched and milked my cock as if trying to pull it in deeper.
She shifted her hips. "Seth, you're too big."
"No. Relax. Settle. Give it a moment." My words were costing me, holding still was torture to my cock. My balls drew up tight.
"I need my hands," she replied, shifting. Her breasts swayed with the motion and I lowered my head to suck on her left nipple. "Seth, please, I need—"
Lifting my head, I gave her my answer. "No." I ground my hips against her, pushing myself into her even deeper. "I will take care of you." I repeated my words and I started to move, using my body as a vow to her.
"But—"
"Shh," I soothed, giving her a moment to recognize she could do nothing but feel.
I pushed off my hand and stood. "Wrap your legs around me."
She did as bid, her ankles circling at the small of my back. I took her soft, plush hips in my hands and began to fuck her in earnest, deep filling strokes like a piston. In this position I was able to fill her so that the head of my cock nudged her womb, over and over.