The pleasure built within me fast, and I found myself teetering on the brink of orgasm, crying out with each thrust. Lance gripped my thighs and slammed into me one last time, and I came so hard I swear I saw stars – I know I screamed. The orgasm ripped through me like a tornado, my whole body alight with it. I'd never come so hard in my life.
I lay there, panting, as Lance thrust into me once, twice more. Then he pulled out, and with a groan, emptied himself on my back. I didn't care – it even gave me a thrill of pleasure to have him come on me like that, and in the back of my pleasure-soaked mind I was shocked at how far I'd sunk. The rest of me could only enjoy it, exhausted and sated.
The hot weight of his cum was still on my back as he stroked my hair almost tenderly, leaning down to whisper in my ear.
“You're such a hot little slut, Alisa. If you ever want the kind of good time Adam can't give you, you know who to come to.”
I didn't say anything. I knew I never would – never could. But some part of me wanted it so badly that I couldn't believe myself.
I really was a submissive slut, and now I knew it, just like Lance always had.
What was I going to do?
Training the Bride
by Sabine Winters
Copyright 2013 Sabine Winters
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Come over was all the text said. That was all it needed to say. Just seeing it, and the number it was attached to, was enough.
Lance wanted to see me again.
A shiver ran through me as I stared at the message, and even I wasn't sure whether it was a shiver of fear or excitement. I had to go, I didn't have any choice, but what would happen there? What would he want me to do?
It was two days until my wedding. Five days since Lance had asked me to come over and blackmailed me into doing whatever he said. If I didn't, he'd tell my fiance Adam about my past cheating – and then it would be all over.
But two wrongs don't make a right, do they? I'd had time to think over the past few days. If I'd really wanted to say no to Lance, I should have. Instead, I'd cheated with him again, let him fuck me rough and hard. I'd wanted to, as much as I'd tried to play the reluctant good girl. And it had been so damn good, I couldn't stop thinking about it.
Even now, though I hated myself for it, I wanted him. But the stakes were even higher now. Before, it might have been different – before, I could have backed out. I could have begged Adam's forgiveness, explained that it was a stupid mistake that I deeply regretted and would never dream of doing again. But not anymore.
The day after he'd invited me over and fucked me, I'd gotten an email from Lance. No subject, no message, only two attached pictures.
One of me with his cock in my mouth, sucking it like a whore. The other of me bent over his couch while he plowed me from behind, an unmistakeable expression of pleasure on my face.
If Adam – if anyone – ever saw those pictures, I was done for. Lance had me, and there was nothing I could do about it.
I'd been at the edge of my endurance for the last few days, stressed out over wedding plans and constantly afraid that Lance would do something – send the pictures to someone, post them somewhere, ask something from me.
And now he had, and it was almost a relief.
We'd been working on last-minute seating arrangements, my bridesmaids and I, so I made an excuse to them about having to check in with the florist. Considering everything I had to do, I'd been running around all over the place for the last couple weeks. They accepted it without question, and I headed over to Lance's place.
The whole way there I talked myself into and out of various things. Not showing up at all, going directly to Adam and telling him everything, showing up at Lance's but shouting and screaming at him until he deleted the pictures. I even briefly imagined just disappearing – driving away from all my problems.
But in the end, I parked at Lance's apartment and headed inside, not a peep of protest in me. As much as I told myself otherwise, as much as I resisted it, some part of me must have wanted it anyway.
He was waiting for me, lounging on his couch as I came in. The same couch he'd fucked me on just a few days before. At the sight of it, the memory came rushing back to me. My cheeks flushed, and to my own embarrassment, I felt myself getting a little wet. It had been so damn hot, my body couldn't help responding.
Lance was tall and handsome, fit from working out and very confident. He smiled when he saw me. “I knew you'd come, Alisa. What a good girl you are.”
I shook my head. “Lance, I...”
“Don't say you can't. You know what I'll do if you don't do what I say. You think Adam would like those pictures of you? Hey, maybe he'd think it was hot. Maybe he'd rub one out looking at them.” Lance was so utterly confident in his own control over the situation. Most of me hated it, but part of me – part of me responded to that.
“What do you want, Lance?” My words came out softer than I intended them to, almost meek. Like I was about to plead with him, like I would do anything. And maybe I would.
Lance stood up, walking to me. He looked me up and down, his intense gaze slow, taking in every part of me. I felt like I was being undressed just standing there, and I had to bite my lip so I wouldn't shiver under that stare. It was so sexual, so hot – just the way he looked at me.
“I think we oughta get you all ready for Adam. Your wedding night's coming up, don't you want to be all pretty and perfect for him?” Lance smiled. He didn't reach out, didn't touch me, even though he was close enough to. “Take your clothes off, Alisa.”
I should have said no. I should have refused him then and there and stomped out of there without another word.
I didn't.
Slowly, my cheeks burning with embarrassment, I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off, letting it fall to the floor. I stepped out of my sandals, and my pants followed my blouse until I stood there in my bra and panties. Lance didn't look away for a second, his eyes on the lines and curves of my body, watching every movement.
I reached around behind me and unhooked my bra. I couldn't look at him anymore, and so I averted my eyes as I removed the bra. My panties were even harder. Inch by inch I pulled them off, knowing that once I'd done that there would be no turning back.
And then I was standing there naked in front of Lance, cheeks bright red, unable to look at him.
There wasn't any real reason to be shy. He'd seen it all before. But somehow it was hard to look at him, hard to admit to myself what I was doing. Like it would all be even more real if I did that.
“You've always been pretty hot,” Lance said. He stepped closer to me, reaching out to slip his fingers over my skin. They slid down my shoulders, over my breasts – without even brushing a nipple – and across my flat stomach. The pads of his fingers brushed the neat hair crowning my pussy. “I think you should be shaved for your wedding. Don't you? Adam would love it.”
Of course I'd been meaning to get waxed or something, make myself flawless for my wedding night, but I hadn't found time to do it yet. Finally I looked at Lance, not sure whether he was serious or not.
When my eyes met his, he smiled, slow and confident. I knew in that moment that he was completely serious.
“Come on, Alisa. We're going to get rid of every bit of hair on that tight little pussy of yours.” He turned toward the bathroom, expecting me to follow without being told, and after a moment of hesitation, I did.
The tiles were cool beneath my feet as I entered Lance's bathroom. It was big and modern, all black tile and silver metal. The mirror reflected my image, naked and flushed, following Lance like an obedient slave. I looked away, embarrassed and turned on.
“Wash up, and then we'll get you all shaved,” Lance said. He leaned against the wall, making it clear that he was going to watch everything I did.
I tried to ignore the intense heat of his gaze on me as I washed myself, dampening the hair on my pussy, cleaning that and leaving everything else alone. It seemed to be what he w
anted, since he didn't say anything else. As I was finishing up, he began to talk again.
“I thought about doing it myself, but I think it'll be better if you do it. A good little slut should know to keep herself shaved for all the cocks that'll go in her.” Lance's grin grew into a smirk. “And besides, we both know you want me to touch you. You're only going to get that once you've earned it.”
I wished I could deny his words, but deep down I knew I couldn't. From the moment I'd gotten Lance's text, I knew he would be fucking me – and I wanted it. Maybe I hadn't been able to admit that to myself at first, but after I'd stripped in front of him, after I'd felt his eyes on me, I knew it was true.
“There's a razor and shaving cream in the cabinet. Sit on the counter and I'll make sure you get every last hair,” Lance ordered.
“I know how to shave myself,” I said finally, stung by his condescending tone.
“It doesn't look like it,” he said, and I flushed. “I'll be checking, and if you don't do it right – well. We'll have to think up a punishment for you, then.”
I didn't know what that meant, but I was simultaneously frightened and excited by the thought of it. With an effort, I shook the thoughts from my mind, focusing on what I was doing at that moment and nothing more.
Sitting on the counter, I spread my legs wide and began to shave myself. Lance leaned against the wall opposite me. He was within arms' reach, but he didn't touch me, only watching instead. I felt vulnerable and exposed with my legs spread wide like that, but I had to do it. I had to.
The razor brushed against my skin, hair falling away beneath it as I moved it in long, slow strokes. I wasn't very hairy – I'd always tried to stay neat, and sometimes I'd shaved completely before – but there was enough that I had to be very careful.
But what should have been a boring, tedious job wasn't at all. Maybe it was the way Lance watched me, maybe it was the sensation of the razor on my skin, maybe it was the way I felt like I was slowly becoming more vulnerable and submissive with every stroke – and I liked it. Whatever it was, I couldn't deny that I was beginning to feel hot and aroused. As I removed the hair, my arousal became more obvious, the pink flesh of my pussy glimmering with my own juices.
Lance shifted, and my attention was diverted from my task for a moment. Just long enough to see that he was hard now, his jeans unbuttoned and his erection in his hand. He stroked it slowly, almost casually, as he watched me.
“Almost done,” he said, his voice a little lower with arousal. “Make sure you do it right, Alisa.”
Turning and twisting on the counter, I tried to remove every last bit of hair. The mirror helped a little, as much as I didn't want to look at myself in it, didn't want to acknowledge what I was doing – or that I was enjoying it.
I thought I'd gotten it all, and I set down the razor, feeling strangely satisfied with myself. Had I pleased Lance?
“Keep your legs spread,” he said, and I did. He approached me, his erection bobbing in front of him, and picked up a washcloth. Wetting it, Lance cleaned off the remaining shaving cream and every last hair, his touch slow and sensual, more of a tease than a serious cleaning. The rough material of the cloth brushed my clit, and I couldn't hold back a gasp.
“Hmm,” Lance said. “Almost good enough, but you missed a few.” He took up the razor and removed those last few hairs, but I had a sinking feeling that that wouldn't be the end of it. “Probably too busy thinking about cock to concentrate. You ever think about anything else, Alisa?”
“What? I-” I began to say, and then I looked at his face, the look in his eyes, and I found myself saying something else entirely. “...no.”
He laughed. Without warning, one of his fingers slid inside me. “Yeah, look how wet you are. You've been craving cock the whole time. But I'm pretty sure I said you'd get a punishment if you didn't do as you were told, and I've got an idea about that.”
His finger crooked inside me, making me moan, and then it was gone.
“You're going to jerk me off and lick my cum off the floor.”
I stared at him. “That's disgusting, why would I ever-”
“You know what'll happen if you don't,” Lance said. He reached out, tweaking my nipple hard, and pleasure shot through me. “And you can't seriously say you don't want to. This whole thing is getting you hot, Alisa. Deep down inside you're a submissive slut who wants to be treated just like this. You know that, even if you don't want to admit it to yourself.”
He pulled me off the counter, hands rough and seeming to touch me everywhere. I felt hot and oversensitive, and I knew that no matter how I might protest, it was true. I liked this. I liked the way Lance took control and ordered me around. I liked the way he talked to me like I was a slutty, dirty whore who wanted nothing more than his cock. It turned me on so badly that I really did end up wanting nothing but cock. Lance's cock, fucking me and using me like a slut.
“Now jerk me off,” Lance said, “and just be grateful I'm not gonna cum on your face.”
I swallowed hard, hating how much that turned me on. My hand went out, wrapping around his hard cock, and I felt myself get even wetter. Lance leaned back against the counter and I began to stroke him, just the way I had to Adam so many times before.
“You'd like that, wouldn't you?” Lance said, his voice getting tight. I felt his cock twitch in my hand. “Having cum all over your face, so everyone could see what a slut you are. Look at you, shaved all smooth and ready for Adam's cock – but I'm gonna have you first. I'm gonna break you in for him. He'd probably thank me, by the time I'm done with you you're gonna be a submissive little slave who wants it hard. Fuck, you already are.”
His voice got more ragged as I stroked him. My hand was moving faster, too – I couldn't help it. The things he was saying, the way he talked about me, it was so fucking hot. I wanted him inside me, I wanted this hard cock thrusting into my hot, wet pussy, but I knew he wouldn't do it until I pleased him. Not until I'd done everything he wanted.
And god, I wanted to. So bad.
“Yeah, I knew you were this kind of girl, Alisa. I knew you'd want it just as bad as any dirty whore,” Lance said, and then he groaned in pleasure as he released his load. His cum spattered to the floor, which was otherwise spotlessly clean, staining it with the evidence of his orgasm.
He leaned against the sink, breathing hard, and looked at me. “Lick it up,” he said, his voice no less commanding for being breathless.
I sank to my knees, leaned over. Breasts bobbing, I began to lick up Lance's cum, my ass in the air. Some voice in the back of my mind was still shocked at what I was doing, but the rest of me didn't care anymore. I wanted this so bad.
The taste of it on my tongue turned me on even more. Lance didn't have to tell me to get every last drop, because I licked it up like a cat licking cream. By the end I was even moaning, aching with the desire to touch myself.
I looked up at Lance for approval, and he nodded. “Not bad. You're learning.” His cock, limp after expending its load, was in his hand again. His eyes on me were still hot with desire, and I knew it wouldn't take him long to get hard again.
“Let's head to the bedroom and we'll see about breaking in that nice new shaved pussy of yours,” he said, and I had to bite back a moan of desire. I needed to be fucked so badly, I needed his cock in me.
I began to stand, but Lance pushed me to the ground again roughly.
“No,” he said. “On your hands and knees. Crawl.”
I didn't have any desire to argue or refuse anymore. Every dirty demand, every outlandish order, only turned me on even more. I got on my hands and knees and began to crawl to the bedroom, Lance following me.
“Your ass looks nice like this,” he said, “I'm gonna get hard again real fast. A sexy slut like you ought to have a collar and a leash, and walk around like this all the time.”
Biting my lip, I tried to ignore the way my movements teased my clit and pussy. I was so wet I was surprised it wasn't dripping down my thigh
s – but god, I loved the thought of Lance watching me crawl for him like this.
We got to the bedroom. My throbbing pussy ached for attention, and I looked up at Lance, but that was all I did. I was under his control now, just where he wanted me – and just where I wanted to be. I'd do whatever he asked.
“Get on the bed and spread your legs,” he said, and I did. My newly-bare pussy still felt strange and naked, but so sensitive I could barely stand it.
Lance stripped his shirt off, his pants following, until he was as naked as me. His cock was already half-hard again. I couldn't tear my eyes away – he was so big, and I knew he'd feel amazing inside me. I wanted him, needed him, and I didn't know how much longer I could stand it.
He slid onto the bed, between my legs, and ran his hands down my thighs, spreading them wider. His rough fingers brushed my pussy, coming back wet, and he laughed. “Damn, you really do want this bad. I like you like this, Alisa, spread and waiting to be fucked like the slut you are.”
Lance's fingers explored my folds and I bit back a moan. He avoided my clit, my tight hole, anything that would give me real pleasure. His light touch teased me to a fever pitch. “Maybe I shouldn't fuck that hot pussy of yours. Maybe I should fuck your ass instead, or make you suck me. Maybe I shouldn't let you come at all.”
I was writhing on the bed now, trying to stay still but completely unable to control myself. His words, his fingers, everything that had come before, it was all driving me crazy.
“No, please,” I found myself saying. I should have been shocked by the needy, begging tone in my voice, but I wasn't. Somehow the dirty, illicit thrill of it only turned me on more. “Fuck me, Lance, please. I need your cock in me.”
Lance moved, hovering above me, and I felt the head of his cock nudge against my wet, hungry entrance. I wanted to move, impale myself on him, but I knew better. I stayed as still as I could, breathing hard.
“You need it, huh?” His handsome face was intent on me. His eyes were raging with lust and need. He had to be just barely holding himself back – all I needed to do was push him over the edge.
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