Smuttily Ever After

by R. S. Owl

  “Good, Kitten. We have already discussed our likes and dislikes, and I promise I will do everything in my power to make you happy. I want a future with you. A long, glorious, adventurous future. Full of smiles and laughter. Love and anything else that decides to come our way. Just remember who is looking out for your best interests, Kitten. You are my everything.” I knew what Simon said to be true.

  He then kissed my neck and worked his way lower, biting through my shirt. When he decided it was in the way, he lifted the hem over my head and flung the red shirt across the room.

  “Absolutely gorgeous, Sweetheart,” Simon quietly said as he stared at my red and gold polka dot bra covering my perfect C-cup breasts. He lowered the straps down my arms and then unclasped it at the back. He removed my bra the rest of the way and threw it across the room to land on my shirt.

  He bent back down to kiss his way and take first my right nipple in his mouth in a tantalizing dance with his tongue, and when I thought he was going to move to the left one, he bit the right nipple. I gasped. It was a wonderful pleasure pain that shot straight to my pussy making me drenched.

  Simon then made his way to my left breast repeating the same pattern. I moaned in pleasure.

  “You liked that, did ya, Kitten?” he asked with his British accent.

  God I could listen to him talk for hours, and I swear I could orgasm from his voice alone.

  “Yes, Sir,” I answered, staring deeply into his chocolate eyes.

  Before I knew what hit me, his mouth was on mine in a searing kiss. I could feel what he couldn't always say to me in that single kiss. His mouth made its way all over my face, neck, chest, down my navel to the button of my jeans. Simon made quick work of the button and jeans, and my panties flew off faster than I could blink.

  Simon's mouth was on my hot, wet pussy, licking and sucking. Probing my deep depths with his tongue. He couldn't get deep enough in me with his tongue and I couldn't stop tilting my hips as far into his face as they would go. I turned into a wanton hussy.

  I wanted to cum so bad.

  “Please,” I begged Simon.

  “Please what, Kitten?” Simon asked with a mischievous smile.

  “Please may I cum, Sir,” I whimpered.

  “Do you think you deserve to cum, Kitten? Or do you think you need to be fucked right properly before you cum?” he asked.

  My heart skipped several beats. I wanted him like no other man on the planet. I knew he owned my heart and had ruined me for anyone else. I didn't want anyone else. Just him. Always him.

  “Rise, Kitten,” Simon demanded.

  I stood on my wobbly legs, stumbling a bit.

  He then reached for the back of my hair with his right hand and grabbed a handful. Simon kissed me so hard I couldn't even remember my own name. When we were both panting again, he gently guided me to the arm of the couch.

  “Bend over, Sweetheart. I've got you. You'll be fine.”

  I bent over like Simon asked, and he spread my legs apart with his feet.

  “This is going to be hard and fast, Kitten. Your Master needs to cum right now. Put your hands out on the couch above your head.”

  I almost made a smart-arse comment but thought better of it.

  I obeyed his every command like a good girl.

  I had just gotten my arms above my head after bending over the arm of the couch when I felt his long, hard cock slam into me from behind.

  “Ohhh,” I moaned.

  “Oh, Sweetheart. You're so fucking wet and tight. It's like we were made for each other. Yin and Yang.”

  I was going to cream his cock more than once. I knew he wouldn't object to that.

  Simon pulled out and slammed back in again. He kept up a brutal, punishing pace and I loved every minute of it.

  Dirty, gritty, raw, primal, hard-core fucking. There was nothing romantic about this time.

  “Cum, Kitten. Now!” he ordered.

  “Ahhhh Ahhh Ahhhhh,” I screamed as I came, soaring high above the clouds.

  A few inaudible grunts from Simon and I felt him lean over my back. He kissed me and said, “To the bedroom. We have some unfinished business.”

  CHAPTER 7

  Simon helped me up from the arm of the couch, holding my arm as he gently guided me to his bedroom. The furniture was all made of English Oak, hand made by him.

  The bed was massive in the middle of the room. That wasn't the only massive thing in his house right now. His erection was pretty amazing. I couldn't help but stare.

  “Like what you see, Sweetheart?” Simon asked.

  I blushed a deep shade of crimson and replied, “Yes, Sir. I like it very much.”

  “Good, Kitten. Because you are going to have it all the time. He is yours. All yours," Simon said as he stroked his cock, never breaking eye contact.

  He led me to the bed and helped me into the center of it.

  Simon took my face ever so gently in his hands and kissed me with so much love and passion, I'm sure I died a thousand deaths in that moment.

  He peppered kisses on my eyelids, forehead, cheeks, ears, neck, and worked his way down my body again. This time taking his time to explore every inch of my body. Using his hands to explore every curve and contour, bringing me goosebumps. I was almost reaching sensory overload from his hands and kisses when he stopped abruptly. He got up and walked across the room and picked up something. I couldn't tell what from where I was.

  “Sweetheart, we are like Yin and Yang. I have something for you.” He handed me a small, wrapped box.

  I carefully unwrapped the small present he bestowed upon me. I slowly opened the box. It was half of Yin and Yang. My half. I am the Yin to his Yang. The black half with the white dot in the middle was my part. Simon swept my hair over my shoulder and fastened the necklace around my neck. I lifted my hands to feel it.

  “Go on. Have a look in the mirror,” Simon implored.

  I rose from the bed and crossed the room to his ensuite bathroom. When I gazed at myself in the mirror I saw a beautiful woman staring back with rosy cheeks, swollen cherry red lips, messy hair and a gorgeous necklace hanging from her neck. I gasped at the simple elegance staring back at me.

  Simon came up behind me and put his arms around me. “Beautiful. Gorgeous. Stunning. Graceful. Elegant. You are the woman for me. Only you. Understand?” he asked.

  I melted into him. “ Yes, Sir," I whispered, happy tears flowing freely down my face.

  “Now don't cry, Beautiful. You'll make me cry,” Simon insisted. I snort-laughed at him in a most unladylike way.

  He opened a door in the vanity and pulled out another small box. This time it was unwrapped.

  He handed it to me to open and said, “This one is mine, and I want you to put it on me, Kitten.”

  I opened the small box, and there was his Yang necklace. His white piece with the black dot staring back at me. I took it out with trembling hands and unclasped it.

  “Turn around please,” I whispered to Simon.

  He silently turned around as I placed his half of the necklace around his neck. He turned back around to face me.

  “Perfect,” I whispered.

  Simon took my mouth ever so gently in a kiss that held so much promise for the future.

  CHAPTER 8

  Simon took both my hands and intertwined our fingers as he continued to kiss me, walking me backwards from the bathroom to the bed. As soon as the back of my legs bumped the bed, he lowered me down ever so gently.

  He began to kiss every valley and crevice on my body again. Simon couldn't get enough of me, just as I couldn't get enough of him. He was like the precious air to my lungs.

  As he inserted two fingers in my pussy, I spread my legs even wider for him. He continued to kiss me everywhere, making sure I felt his passion wherever his mouth and hands touched.

  Simon could tell I was close to coming again and he whispered, “Just let go, Hunni.”

  I came so hard my legs were shaking. Yes, he was that good.

>   Simon then entered my soaked pussy with his huge cock ever so slowly. Teasing first with just the tip in and out. Finally he couldn't stand it anymore and slid into me. When he was all the way in, he stayed there unmoving for a minute.

  “You feel bloody amazing, Sweetheart.” Simon began to move ever so slowly. A rhythmic pace was found and we danced to the beat for what seemed like eternity. Neither one wanting to let go of this moment.

  I couldn't take any more. I was so overcome with emotions, wonderful, passionate lovemaking and an amazing man, that I let go and came while screaming his name.

  Simon held me and came shortly after. We lay with limbs tangled in each other. I never wanted to lose this euphoric feeling. This is what true happiness felt like. No problems of the outside world. No pressure from anything. Just two people madly, deeply in love.

  CHAPTER 9

  I awoke to the sun streaming in the windows. I sat up, disoriented at first. The night before felt like a dream. Was Simon really here or was it all just a mirage? The soreness between my legs told me it was very real.

  I stretched my sore limbs before I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I went to the bathroom to take care of business. I then made quick work of brushing my teeth. I decided to take a fast shower as well. I turned the water to as hot as I could take; enough to make the skin on my hand a nice shade of pink where I tested the temperature. I pulled a fluffy white towel from the linen closet. It smelled like sunshine. Nice, fresh and so very soft.

  I placed the towel over the heated towel rack on the wall before stepping into the hot cascade of water and closing the shower door. I let the water run over my sore body. It felt so good! I shampooed and conditioned my hair, lathered my body with body wash and carefully shaved. I stood under the water a few more minutes and then turned the water off. I opened the shower door and grabbed my towel from the rack and started drying my hair and body. A heated towel rack is something everyone should own. It was so nice! I stepped onto the fluffy white bath mat and wriggled my toes.

  I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror. I had a nice rosy glow in my cheeks and my eyes sparkled with a light I had not seen in ages. For the first time in years, I was truly, blissfully happy.

  I blow dried my hair and carefully applied my makeup, making sure I looked very natural. I put on my new pink and black swirly dress and made my way to the kitchen. I could smell coffee brewing, and bacon. My stomach rumbled. I was starving.

  As soon as I entered the kitchen, Simon looked up from cooking. “Good morning, Princess. How did you sleep?”

  “Like a rock. Your bed is so comfortable,” I answered.

  “Good. You ok?” he asked.

  “Yes. I'm a little sore, but I will be fine. Thank you, Sir,” I responded.

  He removed the bacon from the pan and placed it atop a paper towel on a plate to soak up the grease. He came over to where I stood and gave me a loving kiss on the lips. “I love you so much, Brynn. To the Stars and beyond,” he whispered. I am pretty sure my heart melted some more.

  “We better eat before breakfast gets cold,” Simon said as he led me to the table. “Sit my dear and I will get everything for you.” He pulled out my chair and smiled at me while caressing my cheek.

  He walked over to the cupboard and got a coffee mug and prepared my coffee just the way I like it. Coffee with plenty of milk and sugar. He sat the coffee in front of me and dished up toast and bacon on a plate. He sat the plate down in front of me. My stomach was at it again, rumbling. “Eat sweetheart. You are going to need your strength later.” He winked at me.

  He sat down across from me and sipped his coffee. “I have something special planned for today,” he informed me.

  “Oh?” I looked at him quizzically.

  “Yes, my dear. I think you will enjoy it loads.” He took my hand in his. “I promise I will always make sure you are safe.”

  “I know you will, Simon. That's one reason why I love you.”

  We finished our breakfast in silence. My mind was racing with a thousand different things that he could be taking me to do today.

  CHAPTER 10

  “Let’s get a move on, Brynn. There will be grass growing under our feet.” He chuckled.

  I grabbed my black signature Coach crossbody purse and bounded out the door. Simon opened my door and made a swooping gesture with his hand, “Ma Lady.”

  He was such a gentleman. Always. I got in the car and he closed the door. I fastened my seatbelt. I knew he had a thing for fast cars. He liked to drive to the race track in Manchester and drive F1 cars whenever he could. The faster he could go, the better. Simon was an adrenaline junkie.

  He got into the driver’s side of his black Mitsubishi Evo and fastened his seatbelt. “Hold on, darling. We are going for a ride.” He smirked.

  He then put it in drive and took off down the road. As soon as we were out of his subdivision and on the highway, Simon put the pedal to the metal.

  “Simon!” I shrieked. “Slow down! You're going to get a ticket!”

  “Babes. Calm down. I've got this. I have a British license so I'll be ok.”

  “No! I don't want to drive you around because you have a reckless driving to your name.” I was freaking out. Not because of the speed. That, I could handle. I was freaking because I didn't want him to get caught.

  “I get it.” He slowed down to the speed limit. But for some reason I now felt like I was riding with my grandmother. I hated to admit I missed the speed, even though every fiber of my being knew it wasn't the safest thing on the planet.

  We drove for a while and Simon turned down a blacktop road. We drove for another ten miles until we reached our destination. A lake with paddle boats. I looked at him in disbelief. “I can't paddle boat with a swirly dress on,” I shrieked.

  He laughed and said, “I'll do the work. You just sit and look pretty.”

  I playfully slapped his arm, and he laughed harder. “Come on now. We are going out.”

  He held out his hand for me to descend into the paddle boat. I wobbled to the far side so he could get in. As soon as we were settled, he unhooked the rope from the dock and true to his word, he paddled. And paddled and paddled. I have to admit, I did look pretty sitting on the lake.

  We chatted about everything. I have never laughed so hard in my life as I did that afternoon. We shared all about our childhoods and adventures. He was a hellion. I was a good girl. We were destined to meet.

  Simon put his arm around me and we just sat in silence in the middle of the lake for a while. My sides hurt from laughing so hard. I rested my head on his shoulder. “Today is absolutely perfect,” I said to him.

  “I agree, babes. It is. I promise we will always have days like this. If something is wrong, we talk about it. No holding it in. I want this to work and I will do anything to make sure that our life is wonderful.”

  Simon always has a way of knowing exactly the right time to say something I need to hear. To say I fully trust him with my life is an understatement.

  For the first time in my life, I feel like I can be my complete self. I don't have to pretend and I can talk to Simon about absolutely anything. No holds barred. They always say that people come into your life at the exact moment they are supposed to. I never believed it until I met Simon.

  “Right. Let's get back to shore.” He smiled at me as he started to paddle with his feet.

  We got back to the dock and he helped me out of the paddle boat and he tied it up. He grabbed my hand as we walked to the car. He opened the door again for me. I felt like the luckiest woman in the world. I never wanted this to end. He got in and leaned over and kissed me. I moaned into his mouth and he deepened the kiss. His left hand was in my hair pulling me closer across the car.

  We were like two lovestruck teenagers in that moment, making out in the car. Hands everywhere. I leaned my head and Simon took that opportunity to trail kisses down my neck to my collarbone and across the other side. He pulled the top of my dress down lower t
o expose my plump breasts. “So fucking gorgeous, Brynn.” He leaned down and started kissing his way lower until he found my nipples and started to suck and bite. My pussy was drenched and clenching. The pressure was so intense. I needed a release, and fast.

  I started shamelessly begging, “Please.”

  Simon just smiled and whispered, “Please what, Sweetheart?”

  “Please let me cum, Sir. I can't take much more.” He let me squirm for a few more minutes while teasing me more with his mouth. “Ugh. I can't take much more, Sir.”

  “Lift your dress and pull your knickers down,” he commanded.

  I complied. I couldn't get my panties down fast enough. He reached over, spreading my legs as far apart as they would go before touching my clit. Oh. My. God. It felt so good. I was shamelessly writhing and grinding against his hand. He dipped two fingers inside me. I was so wet and ready for him. He stopped moving his fingers. I kept grinding. He smirked again and winked at me. He inserted a third finger in my sopping pussy. It felt so good. I was like his wanton whore right now.

  “Oh yes, my naughty girl. You like that don't you?” he asked.

  All coherent thought left my head. All I could manage was, “Mmmhmm.”

  “Cum for me, Brynn.” I could feel myself splintering into a million pieces as I came hard. The aftershocks kept coming. I couldn't stop.

  “Sweetheart, you are amazing,” Simon said as he bent over to kiss me again. He removed his fingers from my pussy and put his fingers in his mouth and tasted me. “Delicious, babe.”

  He then kissed me again so I could taste myself on his lips. If this was how the rest of my life was supposed to go, I was honestly ok with it.

  “Let’s get home, babes. It is about Stargate time.” Simon winked at me and gave me his signature cheeky smile.

  “Jack doesn't make it out alive!” I playfully shouted. We both laughed.

  Our story was just beginning. I can honestly say that I have never been so blissfully happy or treated so well in my life. Simon takes care of me like no other has ever done. He always makes sure I am ok and have what I need. He treats me like a true lady. Chivalry is not dead. Sometimes it may take an Englishman to find it.