Breaking the Bride Bundle

by Sabine Winters

  “I need it, I need your hard cock in me. I'm so hungry for it, that thick cock of yours. Please,” I whimpered, moving my hips unconsciously so his head entered me.

  That was enough. Whatever thin thread of control Lance had snapped. He pushed me against the bed and slammed into me hard, entering with one harsh thrust, and then he was moving. His big cock filled me perfectly, easing that ache inside that had been impossible to ignore.

  He began to thrust with abandon, fucking me hard and fast, and I couldn't do anything but take it. With every thrust, a burst of pleasure exploded inside me, the roughness and pain only making it more intense. I gripped the sheets, his shoulders, anything I could touch in a futile attempt to keep the pleasure from overwhelming me.

  I dug furrows in Lance's shoulders with my nails, but he didn't even seem to notice. His hands seemed to be everywhere, devouring me while he thrust into me over and over, dominating and completely owning my body. I could only submit to it, and I found myself doing that joyfully, loving the way he treated me like his own personal fucktoy.

  My whimpers of pleasure quickly turned to moans, then screams. I'd never been particularly loud in bed before – but I'd never been fucked like this before. Lance hammered into me, his harsh thrusts building within me until I couldn't take anymore.

  Orgasm crashed over me, so sudden and intense that I couldn't breathe for a moment. The world seemed to go white, my body tensed, and I don't even know how loud my cry was. When I came back to myself, Lance was still fucking me, each thrust sending a smaller wave of orgasmic pleasure through me. I couldn't catch my breath, all I could do was grip the sheets and moaned.

  He fucked me once more, twice, and then on his last, hardest thrust Lance's body stiffened and jerked as he came. I could feel his release inside me, and some voice in the very back of my mind was thankful I was on the pill. The rest of me just enjoyed it – enjoyed his cock, his rough hands, being used and taken and receiving Lance's cum.

  Minutes or hours later – I couldn't even try to keep track of time anymore – Lance pulled out of me and stood. I felt sore and raw, hard-fucked, but so incredibly good that I couldn't stand to think about it. Adam had never made me feel like this, dirty and used and wrong and perfect.

  Lance smirked down at me. I knew what he saw – me, covered in bruises and love bites, his cum dripping from my tight pussy, fucked and exhausted.

  “You look pretty hot like that, Alisa,” he said. “I'd say you're about ready for your wedding night now. You'll be able to serve Adam like the submissive, slutty bride you are.”

  I flushed and looked away. God, if only my wedding night could be like this. If only I could tell Adam what I really wanted, what Lance's blackmail had forced me to admit – to myself and to him – I really enjoyed. I knew I'd always want to be used like this, and Adam had never had it in him. He never would.

  What the hell was I going to do?

  Punishing the Bride

  by Sabine Winters

  Copyright 2013 Sabine Winters

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  My wedding was beautiful, just the way I'd always imagined it would be as a child. The weather was gorgeous, the guests had fun, my parents were overjoyed. It went off perfectly, without a hitch. The picture-perfect image of what a happy wedding was supposed to be.

  On the surface.

  I looked gorgeous and I smiled like it was the happiest day of my life. No one noticed the slightest thing wrong, which was just how I wanted it. After working so hard to make my wedding gorgeous and exciting and happy, I wasn't going to let anything spoil it. I'd already proved that to myself twice, even if no one knew.

  Well, not no one. Lance knew.

  He smiled at me when I stood beside my new husband, Adam, and spoke my vows. To anyone else, it would have seemed like the happiness of a best man seeing his friend get married, but I could see something else in his eyes. The knowledge of what I'd done with him.

  Years ago, we'd had a brief fling. I'd never told Adam, not wanting to hurt him, and I thought it would never matter. Just a youthful indiscretion that everyone would forget about. We'd move on with our lives – and we did. I got engaged to Adam, we were planning our wedding, and then Lance came to me.

  He told me he'd ruin it all if I didn't do what he said. He'd tell Adam, and my fairytale wedding and relationship would be all over. So I did it. I knew I shouldn't have, I knew it was stupid. I couldn't even really blame it on him – the first time, maybe. But the second time? No matter what I might have said, what I told myself, I knew the truth deep down inside me.

  Lance, with his love of dominance, his kinky desires and his skill at degrading and owning me, pleased me in ways I'd never imagined. I could no longer deny how much I'd loved his rough aggressiveness, even when he made me do things that I knew should be humiliating. Instead, they got me hotter than anything Adam had ever done.

  I didn't love Lance, I never would. But he fucked me so well that I knew I'd be dreaming of it forever.

  What I didn't know was whether it was over or not. Even standing at the altar, speaking my vows, I didn't know. Would he ask me to do those things again, or would he leave me alone now that I was married? Did I want him to? I wanted to be happy with Adam, but I knew Lance had changed something within me. He'd brought my secret submissive side to life, and I would forever want what he did to me.

  That was what I saw when I met his eyes, when he smiled at me. But I didn't have time to think about it. The ceremony was over so fast, everything was a whirlwind of cake and champagne and wedding gifts. And Adam, of course, smiling at me with his cute green eyes. He was such a sweetheart, always had been, but I knew now that he couldn't satisfy me the way I wanted. The way I dreamed of.

  But I could be happy with him anyway, I told myself firmly, and smiled through the rest of the reception, looking beautiful and feeling like I floated on air.

  When it was all over, we made our way to the hotel we'd taken a room in for the night. It was the beginning of our honeymoon – the next day, we'd travel to a lovely beach house we'd rented for the week and enjoy ourselves thoroughly. It was all planned out, and I resolved to have an amazing time and forget all about Lance and the incredible things he'd done to me.

  In the elevator up to our room, I smiled at Adam, leaning in to kiss him. “That was perfect,” I said. And it had been. It was everything I'd dreamed of and imagined, and I'd worked for weeks to pull it off.

  He returned my smile, his handsome face glowing. “It was. You look beautiful, Alisa.” He ran his hand down the wedding dress I still wore, white and lacy and elegant. “And I have a surprise for you.”

  “A surprise?” My eyes widened. I hadn't heard anything about that before – but then, I guess I wouldn't have. It was a surprise, after all. But what could it be? “You didn't have to do anything like that.”

  “I wanted to,” he said, and he kissed me again. “I know you'll love it.”

  I wondered what he could possibly have done, and knew in a few moments I'd find out. And then we'd make love, and though it might not set me afire like being with Lance had, it would be romantic and sweet and... well, adequate.

  I pushed that out of my mind, as I'd been doing all day. The elevator dinged, arriving at our floor, and Adam lead me out and to our room, opening the door for me.

  It was huge – the bridal suite, of course, and done out for our arrival. There were flowers and champagne and a big, comfortable looking bed. The size of the room gave us plenty of space to breathe and move, and there was a deep whirlpool tub set in the floor, all ready for us to enjoy it.

  “Wow,” I said, looking around. I couldn't see anything that might be the surprise Adam had mentioned, which only made my curiosity grow. “This place is pretty swanky.”

  “Yeah,” Adam said. He shut the door with a decisive click, throwing the latch – as if anyone would disturb us. Then he turned to me and smiled. “I promised you a surprise, didn't I?” He glanced at the bathroom door, which was cl
osed. “Come out.”

  Shocked, I turned to stare. At the same moment that I turned, the door swung open. My eyes widened.

  Lance stood there, a smirk on his lips, his arms crossed casually. He stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

  I felt like I couldn't breathe. What was this? What was going on? I looked at Adam, searching for some explanation, and he grinned at me.

  “You thought I didn't know?” Adam said. Where I would have expected anger and hurt in his voice, there was only amusement and – could that be affection? “Alisa, I've known the whole time.”

  My eyes went to Lance, who nodded, and then back to Adam. “But... I don't understand...” I said, then clamped my lips shut, not wanting to babble in my sudden shock and confusion.

  Adam walked to me, slipping his arm around my waist. He gave me a gentle kiss and I relaxed a little. I was still confused, but if he could smile at me and touch me and kiss me, everything would be all right.

  “I've known for awhile that I'm no good at doing the things to you that you want, Alisa,” Adam said. “But I didn't know what to do about it – until Lance and I got drunk together one night. He told me about your fling back in the day. And after that, well... it all made sense. Lance wanted to fuck you, but I'm the one who wants to marry you.”

  He looked at Lance and they shared a grin. “I guess the most surprising thing for me was realizing that the thought of Lance fucking you turned me on. He told me everything you two did, even sent me a few pics. God, it was so damn hot.”

  I could see his cheeks reddening a little at the thought of it, and I knew I was blushing too. Just thinking of what I'd done with Lance, and of Adam knowing about it – Adam liking it. Had he touched himself to thoughts of Lance dominating me, treating me like a slut? The thought shouldn't have turned me on, but it did.

  But I still didn't quite understand. I turned in Adam's arms, looking up at him. “But... why didn't you just say something? We could have talked about it. Why did you let me think I was cheating on you this whole time? It was tearing me up inside!”

  Adam's smile softened. “I've got to admit it makes me happy to hear that. I'm sorry, baby. We didn't tell you because... well, you did cheat on me, you know. With Lance, years ago. I guess not telling you was sort of a punishment.”

  He looked genuinely remorseful, and I couldn't stay angry – not that I had really been angry to begin with. Maybe I should have been, but I was too relieved to not have been cheating. Relieved, and beginning to feel a strange, tentative elation.

  “Besides, didn't that kind of make it dirtier?” Adam said, his hand sliding down to cup my ass. “Now I know how much you like feeling like a slut.”

  I flushed a deeper red, but I couldn't deny how sexy I felt when he said that. Not to him and not to myself. He saw it in my face and smiled, and I heard Lance chuckle.

  “Anyway, we decided to tell you the truth tonight,” Adam said. “Because I want to give you a wedding night you'll remember forever.” He smirked. “I can't do the stuff Lance does, but I have no problem taking orders from him.”

  Lance stepped forward and I turned toward him. “We're both gonna fuck you tonight, Alisa. Adam's gonna do whatever I say, and we'll both treat you like the cock-hungry little slut we all know you are.”

  I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the warmth that rushed through my body at those words, the arousal. God, I wanted it so much. I looked up at Adam again. “Are you sure? I don't... I don't need those things.” But even as I said it I knew it wasn't really true. I'd never be satisfied if I wasn't treated the way I'd grown to love.

  Adam's smile softened as he met my eyes. “I'm sure. I was disturbed at first, jealous, but... I don't know. Somehow I started to find the idea of it all really hot, especially when you're the one involved. We'll try it out tonight, and if it's good – well, I already told Lance we might have him over again.”

  This could be a permanent arrangement, or semi-permanent at least. I tried to dampen my excitement, tried not to get my hopes up. Adam might hate it, after all. The idea of Lance dominating me and fucking me like that might be awful in reality. We'd just have to try it and see what happened, and I would have to try not to expect anything.

  I looked between Lance and Adam, and smiled. “Okay. Let's do it.”

  Adam nodded to Lance, giving him all the power in the situation. We would follow his orders, fulfil his desires – something I was already accustomed to, something I enjoyed doing.

  Lance grinned. “I think we'll fuck you in your dress,” he said, looking me up and down. “You'll only be a pretty little bride for tonight, after all, so we'd better take advantage of it. It's so pure and white – I think it'll look great with my cum on it.” He paused. “So will your face.”

  And with just those words, the situation changed. We weren't negotiating anymore, we weren't discussing my and Adam's marriage or our sex lives or anything. I was Lance's plaything, and Adam was his partner-in-crime.

  Following Lance's directions, I stepped out of my shoes and slipped off my thin white stockings. Adam pushed me back onto the big bed and knelt, shoving the skirt of my dress up high so he could remove my panties. I bit my lip, holding back a moan as the silk slipped down my legs, each touch increasing my desire.

  Lance stood by the bed, watching us, his hard cock a visible lump in his dress pants. I could feel his eyes devouring me as Adam pushed my skirt up around my waist, revealing my shaved pussy – the one that Lance had ordered me to shave in preparation for my wedding night. I felt naked and vulnerable, even though I was half dressed, and I loved it. I was already wet.

  “Taste her,” Lance said to Adam, a casual, strong order. Adam obeyed, dipping his head between my legs, his wet, warm tongue sliding between the folds of my pussy. He explored me with his mouth, slipping his tongue inside me and then moving higher, finding my clit and sucking on it slow and long, flicking and teasing it until I was moaning and clutching the bed.

  Lance chuckled low in his throat as he watch us. “You want to be fucked, don't you, Alisa? That slutty cunt of yours is just begging to be filled. Just listen to the sounds you're making. You're shameless.”

  His hands went to his belt, removing it. Then he unfastened his pants and freed his cock, its hard length bobbing as he climbed on to the bed next to me. “Sit up,” he said, and tangled his hand in my hair to pull me up. His grip was harsh, not gentle at all, and he pulled at my hair – but the pain didn't hurt, it only send shocks of pleasure through me, my desire building with each tug.

  “Keep licking her, but don't let her come,” Lance ordered. He turned my head toward him, pulling me down and kneeling so his cock was right in my face. Taking hold of it, he rubbed its hardness against my cheek. I could smell him, that musky manliness that screamed 'Lance' and 'dominance'.

  My tongue flickered out to wet my lips, and at the same moment Adam teased my clit again. I moaned, my mouth opening, and without hesitation or permission Lance shoved the head of his cock past my lips.

  Instinctively I took him deeper, my wet red lips suckling at his hard shaft. I moaned again as the taste of his pre-cum filled my mouth.

  “Suck,” Lance ordered, and I did.

  I worked tirelessly, bobbing my head, licking the underside of his cock, doing everything I could to please him. Adam didn't stop either, licking and teasing and fucking me with his tongue, and every moan or gasp that I couldn't keep quiet made Lance smirk.

  He reached down, slipping his hand under the top of my wedding dress – strapless, of course – to manhandle one of my breasts. “What a cock-hungry, slutty little bride,” he said. He pinched my nipple and I whimpered, my hips moving unconsciously against Adam's mouth. “She looks so pretty being used like this.”

  With a fluid motion, he pushed my top down beneath my breasts, and then he pulled my bra off easily, leaving my breasts hanging out whorishly. He slapped one of them hard, and I whimpered again, jerking at the shock of pain and pleasure.


  “We should've invited all the groomsmen, huh?” Lance said, looking down at Adam now. “With your new wife craving cock so bad, we should've let them all stick it in her. Fuck her until she can't think anymore, until all she wants is more cock.”

  Adam moved away from me long enough to laugh. He sounded confident, sure of himself. Lance was taking the lead, but it was obvious now that Adam liked what we were doing just as much as Lance and I. “I'd love to watch Alisa's tight pussy getting gangbanged by all my friends. Should've thought of that before, huh?”

  “Next time,” Lance said, and he twisted my breast hard. I cried out, and he took the opportunity to shove himself deeper down my throat. Gripping my hair with his other hand, he began to fuck my throat, rough and dominant. All I could do was let him, my moans and cries muffled by his thick cock.

  He thrust into my mouth over and over, and at the same time Adam returned his attentions to my wet pussy. His tongue teased me again, building my passion to an even higher peak. Lance's strong hand twisted my breast, his other pulling at my hair to make me take him deeper, and I could barely handle the pleasure and the sharp pain running through me.

  “Fuck, she's got a slutty little mouth too,” Lance gasped, and then he pushed me off him, his cock slick with my spit. I gasped for air as he reached down to grip himself, smirking. “I've always wanted to see how my cum would look on those hot tits of yours,” he said, and he jerked himself once. That was all it took. With a groan, Lance exploded, his cum painting my bare breasts with its sticky whiteness.

  I had to bite my lip to keep from coming, it was so hot. His cum marked me, dirtied me, dripping down my breasts and onto my pure white wedding gown. He leaned in, teasing one of my nipples, and smirked. “That's more like it.”

  His cock limp and spent, Lance pulled back to look at Adam. “Fuck her,” he ordered in that commanding way he had. “Give her the cock we both know she's begging for.”