“Now,” he said with a broad smile, those white teeth showing as he stroked her hair, “how about you go take a peek at what’s here and make us some food while I go wrangle us up a few things? Make yourself at home, my wife. I got a feelin’ we can manage here for a little while at least. Maybe even a week long honeymoon.”
Cassidy beamed at him. She loved the idea of having a honeymoon with him. Of being able to get back to serving her husband and forgetting about the horrors of the outside world for a little while.
“What do you want to eat?” she asked as she moved into the kitchen, opening the cupboards. She was a rubbish cook, but she had grown to understand what he liked. Lots of meat. Lots of sauce. Lots of spice.
Mostly she just liked the assurance that she was doing what he wanted, just as he wanted it.
She heard him move off, preparing something just around the corner.
“I think I saw some burgers in there. Haven’t had some of those in ages,” he commented. “Make me some, and toss on some fries. You can have half a burger with two dozen fries,” he remarked, “you had a big day after all.” And she heard his good spirited chuckling before he peeked back in, “I’ll be right back. Won’t be far, sweetie. I put our bags in the teacher’s lounge when you’re ready to change into your things,” he blew her a kiss.
She loved the man. There was no doubt in her mind as she busied herself in the kitchen, eager to please him. The worse things got, the more he worked to please her and keep her safe. The things they’d been through had forced them closer in such a short time. Falling in love might take years in the olden days, but in the new world, she felt as though life were too short for such a long courtship.
She’d never learned to cook, but then, she’d never had to please someone like him before. It was new and exciting and she wanted to do it perfectly. The silence was overwhelming, and she slowly began humming an old church hymn, the sound filling the kitchen as the burgers began to sizzle.
The sound of heavy mats being dragged along the floor towards the lounge came to her eventually, and she knew he was back.
“How’s those burgers comin’ along, sweetie?” he called out, the two newlyweds in their own little fantasy land as the world around them fell to pieces.
“Good!” she shouted back. At least, she thought they were coming along good. She’d never made them before, and she flipped them again before removing the fries from the oven and diligently beginning to count out her twenty four. It was precise, but that just made it all the sweeter. There was no doubt of what he meant when he said two dozen, but if he said a lot or a little, she knew she’d be stumped.
Her lips twisted into a smile at the thought, her heart swelling with tender affection.
When at last he was done with his tasks he came through another door from somewhere she’d not yet looked.
“They almost done, hun?” he asked, his jacket off, but his gun still over his shoulder. “Hope the buns weren’t too stale.” He put a hand on her shoulder and leaned in, kissing her neck softly, his husky voice a dark murmur in her ear, “Set up a table out in the cafeteria for us.”
“We could put them in the oven for a minute?” she asked, not certain if that was appropriate. She luxuriated in his warm kiss for a moment before she moved to attend to the task. Cassidy was a diligent and doting wife, and she kept humming her upbeat church tune as she set the table and returned to the burgers, removing them from heat and cutting them in the centre like he’d shown her on other food, making sure it was cooked. “I think they’re done.”
Leon had rested himself back against one of the counter tops, watching her work and taking some joy in it with his thick arms crossed over his chest.
“This’ll be even better than in the bunker,” he said with a smile as he moved to come over to her.
With a kiss on her cheek he said, “Go get changed into your home clothes, and I’ll take this to the table,” and she felt his strong hand rest on her rear, squeezing through her pants upon her ass cheek. “Best we do our first meal in this new home right, huh?”
“Yes,” she hissed, only too excited to get back into her skirt, and she practically ran to get changed. When she returned a moment later, she was looking much more herself. Black shoes and white stockings covered her pale legs, her navy skirt swishing around her hips under her blouse and small necktie. She’d taken the time to flounce her strawberry-blonde hair, as well, and ruby lipstick made her smile brighten the room. “This is so much better.”
The cafeteria was enormous, and it only appeared all the more so with only the two of them to occupy it. He waited for her at the table they chose near the kitchen though, something a little nestled away from the others, and though there were no seats he stood at the bench and helped her in very gentlemanly.
“You’re looking much more yourself,” he complimented, squeezing her shoulders and kissing her hair.
Leon moved around the table and sat himself just across from her, his knees brushing hers beneath the table as he began to eat, a big smile on his face. “Mmmm mmmh,” he uttered approvingly of her first foray into burgers, “knew I was blessed with more than just the prettiest damn wife ever.”
She laughed, but the way her eyes sparkled spoke to her love and adoration of him and his kindness as she began to help herself with obvious delight. It was exquisite, this momentary safety, this warm, ‘homecooked meal’ in contrast to the protein bars they’d been munching on the go. For a few moments she could pretend this was it, just a loving, traditional relationship where she doted on her husband while he worked. Sure, he wasn’t from the same background as she was, and her family would have never agreed to the wedding, but things were different now. The world was different.
He ate down the food fast, smiling across at her frequently. Looking at the two of the lovers one would’ve never guessed the vacant, hellish world they now lived in.
“You did great, peach,” he said fondly as he devoured the last of his burgers, reaching a hand over to rest that rough touch upon her pale fingers. “Can’t hardly believe you weren’t already an expert cook before I found you.”
“I’d never had someone to cook for before you,” she said honestly, and those blue eyes were on his so passionately. “I’m really glad you liked it though, Leon,” she added on more softly.
Squeezing her hand in his he leaned across the table and put a kiss to her lips, their mouths meeting softly. “Run along and tidy up,” he said authoritatively. “I’ve got a surprise to show you for when you’re done,” he said with a wink, getting up from the table and grabbing his gun. “Meet me in the gym. It’s just through those doors,” he said pointing to the other side of the cavernous cafeteria.
His constant surprises were always a delight to her, and it spurred her on to get ready for him even faster. When she returned, it was with a beautiful, wide, toothy smile even as she made her way through the unfamiliar new home.
The gym was even larger than the cafeteria, but free of the cluttered tables. Instead she found at the center of it an odd sight. The lights were dim, but a few of the overhead lights left on, and it gave a quaint look to what she saw. Somehow, in a short amount of time, Leon had made what looked like a canopy bed, big blue gym mats piled into the mattress, with poles in the floor for posts that draped thick tennis nets with what looked like a tarp of some sort for a blanket.
“What do you think?” he asked, his sleeves rolled up as she saw him step out from one of the side rooms. “About time we went and got ourselves a little honeymoon retreat,” he said in good humour.
Her heart swelled with affection as she moved into his strong arms, her body pressing up against his. They would have made an odd couple prior to the end of the world, an endless amount of contrasts. Her skin was pale and untouched, where his was rough and weathered, she was short and curvy where he was tall and fit. Yet she’d never known affection like this for someone else, and she twirled her ring once more.
“Leon, this is perfect
,” she agreed, her hand reaching up to stroke his jaw.
His hands upon her hips, he leaned down, kissing her on the lips plushly. “Maybe someday we’ll stop in a hotel and I can take you to the honeymoon suite, but until then,” he gave a wide grin, “this’ll do, my sweet little wife.”
With a smooth, powerful motion, he scooped her up in his thick arms and carried her over to the ‘bed’, laying her out with delicate care. “You look so beautiful,” he said approvingly, “like a vision of sweet perfection fallen from heaven.”
She was so light in his arms, even though she was voluptuous and soft, and her body pressed into his hard chest. Kissing his neck, she murmured into his ear, “All I need is you. Always,” she promised and her words were achingly sincere.
A soft kiss in return, he pushed up onto his palms, looking down over her. The clothes had worn a little, but she still looked utterly delicious in them, filling it out so nicely. “Of course,” he said to her, pulling his sweater up over his head. He exposed such a bulging, chiselled body beneath. Thick, bulging muscle so hard and strong. “Were you a good wife?” he asked, tossing the garment to the floor, “No panties underneath that skirt I trust.”
She gave a nod, her skin flushed with excitement and some shyness.
“Lift your knees and spread your legs with your hands on your ankles,” he commanded.
She endeavored never to disappoint him and as the skirt fell from her thighs, it exposed her delightful little pussy, hidden beneath some whirls hairs. Her hands clasped her ankles and even though she burned hot, it was with passion as well as embarrassment.
“This feels weird,” she breathed out, her eyes closing as she lay there so exposed.
“No it doesn’t,” he told her, and she heard his belt buckle come undone as he undressed. “This is how you belong,” he stated, pulling those pants away. He was a large man, and his manhood was no less so. It bulged beneath his black boxer-briefs, the thick snake of his cock growing beneath it, expanding to the side across his groin. “On your marital bed, doing what your husband tells you. What feels wrong about that, hun?”
“Nothing,” she whispered, and at his reassurance, it was true. It felt right, when he put it like that, and a smile exposed her mouth. “Nothing at all.” Her shame melted away, and her body relaxed into the position, no longer tense and nervous.
He knew how to survive unlike her, and he knew what was best in all things. Why would it be any different in this?
As he peeled the boxers from his loins that hefty cock, still not even full, fell free. Its hefty weight caused it to hang low despite its filling up to such a great size.
“Your mine now, in every way imaginable, pet,” he said, and she felt his bulk sink into the mattress at the foot of the bed as he approached her. “Not even God can challenge the bond of a man and his wife.” He loomed over her, his brawny physique so towering and statuesque, so contrasted to her fair, petite form.
Her gaze fell to him, and she nodded obediently. He was right, and as her sight went to his masculine chest, she felt her own breath quicken. Never would she have thought that a big brute of a man could make her feel that deep heat between her thighs, but everything about him made her want to please.
Leon didn’t touch her, which was odd. It’d been so long since they’d had time together like this in relative safety. He was always so hungry for her, but instead he watched, soaked in her form with quiet patience as that gargantuan cock rose with its increasing stiffness.
“You’re mine now, Cassidy. Not even God can challenge that. Say it,” he commanded, his broad, powerful shoulders back as he watched her. “Say it like you mean it.”
“I’m yours, Leon,” she said softly, as if afraid before her voice became louder and more certain. “I’m yours, in the eyes of God, and I’m for you to protect and watch over. I will serve you ‘til my dying breath, and be happy for it.”
Her large breasts rose and fell more urgently beneath the blouse, and she squirmed needily for him.
She could only watch as he brought his hand to that massive dick, wrapped his long fingers around the veiny shaft and began to pump slowly as his eyes roamed over her. He moved in closer, but didn’t touch her, not yet.
“This is mine too, isn’t it?” he asked, and as he stroked his cock he let the bulbous crown smack against her puffy, pink labia, indicating that’s what he spoke of.
“Yes!” she practically moaned, her desire and need of him quickly clouding her mind and judgement. It had been so long, and even though he’d been her first and only, she’d quickly become reliant on feeling it. Feeling him.
She squirmed once more, her eyes pleading with him, “Please, Leon... It’s been so long.”
Her pleading didn’t get her what she wanted though, his dark eyes looked down upon her with such authority. He studied her, and it was as if he were seeing her for the first time.
“Like a virgin all over again, huh?” he said to himself more than asked. “Forgetting your place and everything,” he shook his head, a light crook of his lips forming, “Figures.”
Licking his lips he continued to stroke himself slowly, letting that meaty shaft smack against her puffy lips again teasingly.
“It’s mine, my wife. You don’t get to tell me how and when I use it. Or any other part of you,” he instructed.
Her face flushed as her heart pounded in her chest, and she shook her head desperately, “I didn’t mean to!” She hated the idea that she’d upset him, that she’d made him less likely to make love to her, and she gripped her ankles tighter, prying her legs open wider as that delicate pearl exposed itself beneath her protective hood.
She could feel his hand still pumping, and as she exposed herself so lewdly he let the tip of his manhood rub against her sensitive bud so teasingly.
“You don’t rush your husband and Master,” he instructed her in that calm, authoritarian voice of his. “You don’t put pressures on him. You just serve obediently, you got that?” he asked, more like a lecturing parent than a lover.
“Yes!” she pleaded, but she couldn’t help but still want it, to beg him to hurry, to let her feel his manhood splay her once more. He was driving her wild with lust, and the romantic touches to their private new ‘home’ had just set the mood. She remembered back to when he’d blindfolded her and quivered with the thought of how he’d teased her mercilessly.
Leon quietly watched the dark purple flesh of his dick’s tip press against her pale flesh and pink lips.
“You’ve gotta pay a penance,” he told her, “You know I can’t just let that go.” It sounded so fair and simple when he said it like that. It had to be done. Even as she saw his stunningly masculine body over her, ripped with muscle and ready to split her asunder.
She nodded, eagerly. She’d pay any price for him, any price but his denial. Yet she didn’t have a choice. She would make this right, and a tiny “Please,” toppled from her mouth. “I’ll pay,” she agreed. “I will, Leon. I’m sorry!”
It was so hard to think as she felt him press against her wet nethers, his hulking body moving with such strength and balance.
She felt his hand still as he gripped his hard girth, sliding it along her slit into position and letting it dip just that one tantalizing inch into her. “Don’t you dare cum on your Master’s cock,” he warned in his grim voice. “Don’t you fucking dare,” he repeated as he sank down into her, stuffing that tight little crevice so full of his throbbing flesh with a satisfied sigh.
The way she reeled, it was almost as if she were already toppling on the brink but she sucked in some air and held herself back. Her eyes watered as her pale pink cunny was pierced by his thick cock, but she didn’t move. Barely even breathed as she lay beneath him, feeling pleasure that was out of this world yet not enough, all at once.
She was so small and he so large, he could never fit his full girth into her, but as he leaned over her and looked down across their bodies, it was satisfying to see that thick, veiny stem of his
cock protruding from her puffy folds.
“Good,” he husked, pulling back his hips and beginning to pump his length into her with slow, steady thrusts. “Don’t you dare disobey,” he said with a groan, already taking such pleasure in her body. “It’s your honeymoon.”
She clenched her eyes as she felt him move above her, and her breathing came out harder and harder as she tried desperately to please him, to obey by not finding her own slice of ecstasy. She wanted it so bad, but for him, she would resist, and that slight squirm beneath him took off the intense pressure against her throbbing, needful clit as she gasp.
“But you feel so good,” she panted out.
He didn’t make it easier on her, shifting his body in turn, cramming her so full of that meaty length. In a groaning, gravelly voice he said, “It wouldn’t be penance if you weren’t giving up something good.” His thrusting picked up pace, those heavy cum-laden balls of his slapping against her pale ass as he took her harder, faster. “You’re here for your husband’s pleasure now.”
She gasped as he tried to bring her such bliss, and she kept trying to fight it down, to think of anything but how good he looked. How perfect this felt. Instead she drew on a memory of her parents lecturing her on finding a suitable husband, someone with a good job. From a good upper-crust family. Someone that wasn’t Leon.
“Leon!” she moaned, trying to squirm from him but she couldn’t help it. Not even the disapproving image of her parents could stop that shock that struck her and her weeping was earnest as she came. “I’m sorry!” she wailed.
As she plummeted over that edge into bliss he pulled out of her, denying her that perfect sensation of being filled as her body quaked with its satisfaction. “Dammit, Cass,” he cursed irritably, his brows furrowed. “That was your penance,” he said, grabbing for her shoulder and twisting her around harshly, so that her breasts and face were mashed into the mat. “Keep your fuckin’ ass up in the air,” he demanded, “and don’t let go of those ankles.”
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