Claimed on my Wedding Night

by Kara Rose

  “Wait a second,” he said as he pulled away, before stepping out of the shower for a moment. A gush of cool air enveloped my body, tightening my nipples and bringing me out in goosebumps. He came back a moment later, shutting the door and had a purple plastic circle in his hand. He flipped a switch and it began to buzz.

  “You’ll like this,” he smiled, slipping it onto his finger and sliding it over my wetness, where he quickly found my clit again. He ran it over my pink pearl, pressing it hard against me until he sent orgasm rushing through my body, but he didn’t stop, he pressed harder, rubbing it over my clit and the sensitive spot underneath until I almost fell back against the glass, pressing my body into the wet space.

  “Is that the first time someone made you cum, baby?”

  I nodded, trying to catch my breath and he slipped the vibe off his finger, throwing it over the door and moved towards me.

  “Well it’s not going to be the last” He slipped one and then two fingers into my wet puss.

  “Fuck you feel so good.”

  He pulled out, running my glossiness between his fingers before bringing it to his lips to taste. “And your pussy is enough to make any man hard for you.” He slipped into me again, this time using his palm to press against my clit and quickly fucked me with his fingers while teasing my nub. He knew exactly what he was doing and all I could do was submit and let him take over; let him have all of me. Just when I thought I had him figured out, he would change it up and have my thighs quivering with pleasure again.

  He toyed my puss harder with his fingers, almost slapping my clit with his palm and wrapped his other arm around me, slipping his hand down to find my tight little knot. He ran the pads of his fingers over it, sending tingles down my spine. My eyes shot open at his intrusion, but he just smiled and pushed in, finding my secrets and taking great pleasure in turning me to putty in his hands.

  “You want me to take it?” he asked, looking into my eyes, though a glaze of pleasure had taken over. I moaned under his touch, letting him do whatever he wanted, as long as he didn’t stop.

  “Amber, you want me to take it?” he repeated louder, teasing me harder.

  “Daddy, take me, you can do whatever you want to me.”

  “I want you to answer my question, do you want me to take it?”

  “Yes Daddy”

  “Then say it, tell me what you want”

  “I want you to take my virginity, take my first time Daddy”

  “That’s all I needed to hear,” he leaned down close and whispered in my ear, before nibbling my neck.

  He ran his hand slowly down the length of my spine and spanked my ass hard, before spinning me around and pressing me against the glass again. My nipples brushed over the condensation and tightened at the coldness.

  Daddy leaned down and spread my thighs apart, opening me up for him. He slipped his hand under my puss and ran upwards over my wetness back to my pucker. He pressed against me, the warmth of his touch behind me had me trembling, but I trusted that he could take care of me. I wanted him to have my first time. I couldn’t believe what I was doing, but everything in me craved my stepfather.

  He pressed the tip of his cock against my soft folds and parted them easily, before pushing in a little. He entwined his fingers with mine, holding me close to him and thrusted very slowly upwards.

  “Ow Daddy,” I moaned.

  “Am I hurting you sweetheart?” He pressed closer to me and held me fast. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt for long.”

  He thrusted slowly, inching himself into my tightness and it stung, his intrusion snugly in my wet cunt had me gripping his hands hard until my knuckles turned white. I pressed my head against the glass and let him take over.

  “We’re almost there honey”

  I pushed my ass back against him and he thrusted again, pressing into my flesh until he was fully inside. I looked down and saw drops of blood drip down and explode like paint where they were washed away.

  Daddy began thrusting harder now, never fully slipping out, taking care of my wet slit while he flicked my swollen clit, until I hit the wall again and this time I was flying over it. “I’m gonna cum Daddy if you keep doing what you’re doing,” I moaned softly.

  “So cum honey. Cum for me,” he urged. He moved faster, fucking me hard, gripping my hips now and giving me everything he had as his balls slapped against me. “Cum Amber”

  He moved in fast circles over my clit, while he pounded my puss and it was like he had found the magic formula for my body. He knew exactly what to do, how to treat my pussy until I had no choice. I couldn’t do anything else except fall over that cliff. A powerful wave hit me and I moaned loudly, pressing back against him as spasms exploded within me.

  “Ohh Daddy,” I moaned, running my hand over the stubble of his cheek.

  He didn’t stop for a second, speeding up once he knew that I had been taken care of and fucked me hard. His cock moving within me, still had my puss shuddering and he pulled me tight, giving me bruises on my hips, he gripped so frantically. I felt his cock tense, before shooting a creamy mess inside my puss. He filled me with his seed and ran his hands over my tits, pinching my nipples softly.

  “Don’t pull out Daddy,” I whispered. In that moment, I didn’t want him to take his cock out ever. “I want you to stay inside me.”

  He kissed my neck, slowing down gradually before coming to a complete stop and both of us had been satisfied. He spun me around to face him and kissed me deeply. Searching his face, I tried to see what this meant. What if my mother found out?

  “We can just keep this between us sweetheart, no one needs to find out.”

  I nodded and wrapped a towel around myself, covering my nakedness. My stepfather did the same, drying himself off quickly, before leaving the bathroom, closing the door behind him. There I was alone in the steam, but I was happy and a grin spread across my face. My puss twitched at the thought that my stepfather had just been there. I dried myself off, before slipping into bed, falling into the deepest sleep that I could remember.

  Three

  When I woke up the next morning in the haze of half sleep, I smiled and stretched, still cosy in the warmth. That’s when it hit me - I shot up, my eyes blinking in the morning sunlight and I looked over at my phone. I was supposed to meet Eric today to go over our vows.

  Had I really just cheated on him – with my stepfather? This wasn’t me, it wasn’t something I would do, was it? I was the good girl, the one who said thank you and opened doors for people, the one who helped out at the animal shelter and soup kitchens over the holidays.

  The images flooded my brain like someone flipping the pages quickly on a book and the whole thing plays out before your eyes. My fantasy had been a powerful one, I had tried to ignore it for a long time, but I had actually gone and done it. I decided then and there that it couldn’t happen again. From here on out, I decided that I couldn’t be alone with Daddy.

  What if Eric realizes? I began to panic, thinking how Eric would know when it came to our wedding night. He would feel that I had been claimed by someone else.

  I grabbed my phone and dashed off a text, arranging what time we would meet. I tried to stay calm, but there was a scream buried somewhere at the back of my throat that was threatening to erupt if I didn’t keep it under control.

  I waited for him to reply and quickly got dressed. The sooner I was out of the house, the safer I would be, I didn’t know that it wouldn’t happen again. Mom was probably out as usual, with Dad in his office. If I could make it out of the house, it would probably be OK. At this time in the morning, I wasn’t ready to have that conversation with him over eggs either. He was usually buried in his office, working on his latest story and didn’t emerge until lunchtime.

  I grabbed my keys and phone and headed downstairs, creeping as softly as I could over the carpeted steps. I had never been disobedient or a wild child – someone that would need to know where the creaks were to avoid being caught. Now here I was, wis
hing that I had taken the time to act out a little, or perhaps I was making up for it now.

  As I got to the end of the stairs, the scent of bacon wafted from the kitchen and into the hallway. He’s up – there’s no way that’s Mom. I was almost out the door, when Daddy burst from the kitchen, lively as the day is long.

  “Amber, good morning sweetheart, I’ve made breakfast for us both,” he announced before he pulled me in and kissed the top of my head.

  “Thanks Daddy, but I have to get going; I promised Eric I’d meet him. We’re going to go over our vows,” I replied, trying to avoid eye contact, though the scent of his body caught in my nostrils and my puss throbbed of its own accord.

  “At this time – it’s only eight.”

  “Yeah he has a lot to do, so we arranged it for this morning so we could cross that one off our list”

  “OK,” he shrugged. “I’ll leave some for you later when you get back.”

  He was acting completely normally, as though he hadn’t been eating my pussy only a few hours ago. He turned to go and I seized my chance to run out the door, slamming it behind me and jumping into my car. When I turned the key in the ignition, my heart was pounding in my ears. All I would have needed was for his touch to have lingered on me a little longer and it would have happened all over again.

  I slammed my foot down, the car taking off with a screech that left the acrid smoke from burning rubber hanging in the air. I was lucky; the traffic lights were in my favour all the way and I don’t think I lifted my foot up until I reached Eric’s place.

  When I got there, heart thumping; I jumped out and banged on his door, waiting impatiently for him to answer. When he finally pulled it back, he was shirtless, wearing just his sweatpants and a sleepy expression.

  “Hey babe,” he kissed me softly and turned and headed straight for the kitchen to make some coffee. I wondered if he could smell him on me. “What’s the panic? You look like you’ve just run here.”

  “Not exactly,” I laughed nervously. “I’ve been going over things in my mind and I just want our day to be perfect.”

  “It will be, don’t worry” He squeezed my shoulder to reassure me and placed a giant mug of coffee in front of me. “And even if it’s not, then no big deal. It’s just one day Amber, the most important thing is that we’re getting married, that we’re committing to each other.”

  I took a sip from the cup, letting his last sentence hang there, suspended between us, while I ran my eyes over him. Somehow, he didn’t set off the wild lust in me that my stepfather did. He was good-looking in a bland sort of way. He had a little paunch and mousy hair that didn’t make me want to jump him. But he was kind to me, though we probably didn’t have very much in common.

  “You’re stressing over nothing babe, it’ll all be fine. Look – I even did these up last night.” He handed me a page with his scribbles over it. On it, he mentioned how he was so happy to be marrying me because of my eyes and my collection of star wars figures. Well if that wasn’t something to base a lifetime together on, then what was!

  “They’re good – right?”

  “Sure, they’ll do” I bit my lip, still tense and I wondered if he could read my guilt. Was it pinned to me like a scarlet letter, registering me as an adulteress, though we weren’t married yet? It didn’t matter - if he found out what I did, he would never go through with it.

  Eric moved closer to me, kissing my neck gently and ran his hands over my breasts. “You know, we’re nearly husband and wife. No one would find out if we had a little fun before the big day. You look like you could do with releasing some tension. I know I could help you relax.”

  “I would know,” I replied gruffly. His early morning breath, combined with coffee, almost had me push him away. “You know I want to wait and you need to take a shower – you stink”

  “Fine,” he murmured. “We’ll wait then.”

  He marched up the stairs and I headed out the door, jumping into my car and took off, foot back down on the accelerator.

  Four

  Two weeks later, my bridesmaid was strapping me into my dress. She did know, I hadn’t told anyone what had happened - it would get out somehow and find its way to Eric, I was sure of it.

  Charlie pushed the comb of my veil into my hair, securing it tightly and brought it down over my face. At least that would hide my nerves. It was then, for seemingly no reason, that my eyes filled with tears and they began streaming down my face. I tried to brush them off, so as not to ruin my makeup.

  “Amber, what’s wrong?” she looked at me aghast, like I had just told her the world was about to end.

  “Nothing, I’m fine… sorry” I tried to straighten myself out, holding back the tears, but something pent up inside me was looking for release.

  “There obviously is something if you’re bursting into tears on your wedding day, just before you’re supposed to marry the love of your life.”

  “It’s just nerves,” I replied, looking away.

  Charlie pulled my chin to face her. “You don’t have to do this you know. If you don’t feel this is the right thing for you, you don’t have to go through with it.”

  I shook my head and smiled through the tears, “No, I’m just being silly; of course I want to marry Eric.”

  She looked at me for a long time, trying to work out if I was telling the truth while I sniffed back my tears. We were silent for what seemed like an age, before she finally said it.

  “Is there someone else?”

  I feigned shock, how could a good girl like me have someone else?

  “No, of course not – I love Eric,” I said weakly.

  “Hmmm, maybe you could convince yourself of that?” she replied, raising one eyebrow.

  I stood up, wiped my face and grabbed my bouquet of pink roses. I was going to marry Eric.

  Charlie opened the doors and led me to the vintage Rolls Royce where my stepfather was waiting. He sipped on a glass of scotch in the backseat. Daddy had said he would organize the cars and he had certainly pulled out all the stops. Holding out his hand, he helped me in to sit beside him and Charlie arranged my dress and veil neatly around me in a little nest.

  “See you there,” she smiled, kissing me on the cheek and slamming the door shut.

  My stepfather took my hand, squeezing it gently as we moved off. “So you’re really going through with this?” he sighed.

  “I don’t think that’s what you’re supposed to say on the way to the church Daddy”

  “I’m sorry, I’ll keep my mouth shut. You know I’ll always be here for you, no matter what you choose to do.”

  We drove on, the driver taking the scenic route as we rounded mountains and fields overlooking the sea. Eric would probably be there now, waiting for me, waiting for his life to begin. Suddenly that wild impulse that had sought refuge in my stepfather, made me want to scream and I jumped up suddenly, my dress cascading around me. I slid open the roof window and pushed myself though and breathed deep. The wind flew past my cheek and messed my hair, but I didn’t care.

  Daddy grabbed my hand, pulling me back into the seat and pulled me close, kissing me deeply on the lips.

  “Daddy…I”

  “No need to say anything,” he replied as we pulled up to the church, where everyone was already waiting. Rows of cars parked outside it told me the church would be full of expectant faces ready to assign their own hopes onto me.

  Daddy stepped out and helped me after him, linking his arm through mine in a display of fatherly protection. We walked towards the huge heavy oak doors and I took a deep breath before he pulled them back and I stood at the end of a long aisle and a long tradition that stretched back like a long hand that had now caught me in its grip.

  Charlie came running up behind me and fixed the back of my dress and veil, making sure everything was perfect and before I knew it, the huge church organ was bellowing above me, signalling that it was time for me to take that first step.

  “I’m here with you hone
y” Daddy held my hand and together, we walked up the aisle. I had to steady myself against him; feeling unsure on my feet and the altar seemed a million miles away.

  A huge crowd turned to face me as we began walking and once again, the tears began to flow. Kindly faces, huge grins and misty eyes followed me as I went at a snail’s pace; giving them the spectacle they had come for.

  I saw Eric, up ahead and he turned to face me, looking handsome enough in his tuxedo but his sight didn’t lift me up the way Daddy did. He stretched out his hand and waited for me to come to him as I kissed Daddy’s cheek and he pulled away to go take his seat. Suddenly, I didn’t want to let go of his hand, I wanted him there with me and though I gripped the arm of his suit, he managed to unfurl my tentacle-like grip and sat down, leaving me to Eric.