Claimed on my Wedding Night

by Kara Rose

  I turned to my fiancé and he lifted my veil back, leaning in to kiss me warmly on the cheek. The priest greeted everyone and from that moment, the ceremony seemed to fly past in a blur. I recited my vows and before I knew it, Eric was holding my hand in his.

  “Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

  I paused for a moment, running the words over in my head. Had I understood their impact before? I knew Eric would be a wonderful husband, but he didn’t make my stomach flip or want to jump off a rock into the freezing sea just for the hell of it. Who am I? - why is this becoming an issue now?

  I looked into his deep brown eyes and he squeezed my hand, waiting for my reply.

  “I do”

  I picked up the ring from the little pillow and rolled it between the pads of my fingers. Suddenly, the images of my stepfather, bringing me to new heights of pleasure came flooding back to me.

  “Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

  He didn’t hesitate for a second.

  “I do”

  I pushed the ring onto his finger and the priest smiled and got everyone to stand. “Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. What god has brought together, none may tear apart.”

  The organ rattled again and blasted out the traditional wedding march that everyone had heard a million times before. Eric grabbed my arm and we sailed down the aisle, where outside a small crowd had gathered to cover us with confetti and rice. We ran down the steps and Eric pulled me in for a kiss before we made our way over to the car.

  Eric was now sitting where Daddy had been and I felt a certain pull at my heart. It hit me that I now belonged to him.

  “I can’t wait for tonight,” he grinned and kissed my ear. “Now we’re finally man and wife, I can show you my love like I haven’t been able to until now.”

  I stared straight ahead. Something that I had been looking forward to for so long now held an empty dread. That night with my stepfather had changed everything. It was like he had pulled glasses away from my eyes and for a moment, I saw how the world truly was.

  Why did everything have to be so complicated, that had been simple a couple of weeks ago. I bit my lip and tried not to let Eric see my eyes fill to the brim with tears again. I looked away and half-held my breath, willing the driver to speed up so I could jump out and get lost in the crowd of well-wishers.

  Eric took my hand as we pulled up and placed a silver locket in my palm. “I wanted to wait until later, but now I have you to myself; I’ll give it to you here.”

  He closed it around my neck, his eyes twinkling and he leaned in to kiss me. The car came to a stop and suddenly all of our friends and family surrounded the us and opened the door. I jumped out and got lost in the sea of people, pushing my way through them slowly and into the hotel where I could have a few minutes respite.

  My dress suddenly seemed to be squeezing the life out of me and I knew I would have to go pose for pictures later, so I couldn’t just rip it off. I took a few deep breaths and looked around, trying to find an escape route, if even for a minute, but the place was full of people that wanted to congratulate me and tell me how wonderful the day was.

  Eric suddenly appeared by my side and brought me out for pictures. I grabbed a glass of champagne first, emptying it in a few seconds and followed him out.

  The next few hours passed by having the same conversations over and over - thank you for coming today, no I’m not pregnant, I don’t know when I will be. As I made my way around the room, Eric decided my strategy was a good one and threw back glass after glass of beer until he could hardly stand.

  That was it for me, I’d had more than enough and I would have to find some means of escape, even for a short while. When everyone else was in the process of getting wasted, I saw my chance and slipped outside.

  Our hotel was perched on the edge of some cliffs, with the sea crashing below, threatening to rise up high enough to soak me. There was a garden surrounded by hedges on three sides that looked out into the night. I crossed softly over the path, into the protection of its sculptured fortress, closing the gate behind me.

  It was filled with flowers and marble cupids that seemed to taunt me when I walked past, questioning why I wasn’t enjoying myself. The sheer drop over the cliff was rounded off by a stone balcony covered in roses and I breathed in their scent deeply and listened to the waves crashing loudly below. The night seemed alive and full of possibilities, ones that weren’t back in the hotel.

  The sea sprayed my skin and I shivered in the night air, pondering how I could avoid going back inside, when I heard the rusty squeak of the gate swing open. As dark as the night was, I couldn’t make out who was walking towards me until he stepped under the light of the moon.

  “Daddy,” I sighed, still unsure of myself with him.

  “Hello honey, I came to make sure you were OK, I saw you slip out.”

  “Is Mom gone to bed?” I replied, shivering a little.

  “Oh she’s somewhere, off getting drunk with the rest of your guests. Your husband being one of them,” he raised one eyebrow and gave me the look he had given when I was a kid and stolen a cookie from the jar.”

  “I know, he’s not used to drinking, so he doesn’t know his limit.”

  “And what about you?”

  He moved closer, and I almost felt the heat from his body.

  “Do you know yours?”

  “What are you talking about? Perhaps you’ve had a little too much to drink too Daddy?”

  He grabbed my waist and pulled me close to him, pressing his heat against me, his face only inches from mine.

  “What are you doing here with him? He doesn’t know you like I do. The real you. I know who you are Amber and maybe you haven’t even realized it yourself, but it’s not this. This is not the life that’s meant for you. Perhaps you’ve been playing the good girl a little too long, that it’s stuck and you’ve come to think of it as who you are – but I know different”

  “What do you know about me?” I replied angrily. Who was he to come in and ruin everything I had tried to start for myself - a home and a family.

  “I know that you loved what happened between us. I know that you think about it – that you can’t stop thinking about it and I know you want it to happen again.”

  He leaned in and kissed me deeply, searching for my soul in a way that Eric couldn’t access. My stepfather had all of me and he knew it. He turned me around and began ripping at the ribbon that tied me up. He unlaced the dress and dropped it to the ground, until I was standing in my white lace lingerie.

  “You are so beautiful honey”

  He reached behind me and expertly unhooked my bra, burying his face in my tits like a starving man who had tasted food for the first time. He ran his tongue over each nipple in turn and sucked hard until my puss was flooding.

  His need for me was deep and urgent. He needed me now and was going to take me, whatever I said. He lifted me up, seating me on the stone balcony and pushed my panties aside, slipping two fingers into my wetness. When he felt how swollen my clit was, his pupils dilated and he quickly unzipped his trousers, letting free his deliciously stiff cock.

  Wordlessly, he was once again between my legs and he gripped my thighs as he teased my clit with the tip of his cock, coating himself in my juices. He ran along my soft folds – up and down over and over until he had me moaning.

  “Now Daddy,” I whispered. “Give me your hard cock”

  He didn’t need to be asked twice, thrusting deep inside me and began fucking me hard as I wrapped my legs around him, not wanting him to leave my puss. I grabbed his neck and kissed him, feeling a sense of wonder and lust for this man that I never had before.

  He grabbed my ass and fucked faster and harder, slapping his body against mine until my eyes rolled back in my head and I was moaning softly. I felt like I could have fucked him forever, like I couldn’t get enough. He gripped my neck and in a moment of passion, pulled at the chain, brea
king it and sending it dropping into the sea below.

  “Don’t pull out Daddy,” I moaned. “Fill me with your seed.”

  I grinded harder against his dick and soon pleasure flowed through me, as he groaned and pumped my puss full of his cream, each seed seeking out my fertile womb.

  “Take my cum,” he groaned. “Your tight pussy feels so good”

  He hugged me close to him and in that moment, I didn’t want him to ever let me go. “You belong to me,” he whispered in my ear. My body melted into his and I held him tight as I kept him inside me for as long as I could.

  When I opened my eyes and looked over his shoulder, my heart jumped into my mouth. Not more than five feet away, stood Eric, obviously out of it, but he had seen us, he had seen everything that had happened.

  “Nothing like fatherly love eh?” he mumbled, before crashing to the ground, knocking himself out.

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  Thank you,

  Kara

  Other stories by Kara Rose

  Hard First Step

  Snow lay foot deep on the ground as we drove up into the mountains for what was supposed to be a family Christmas. It would be just me, Mom and my step-dad - a little family reunion. They hadn’t seen me in months after I had been away at college, during my first year as a freshman. Now that I was back in their company, I remembered why it had felt so good to be away.

  “Holly, I hope you’re going to wear something appropriate for tonight’s dinner,” Mom sighed as we wound upwards, along the road that had been cut into the mountain rock.

  “Not anything…slutty.”

  My step-dad glanced sideways at her, taking his eye off the wheel for a moment to watch me in the rear view mirror. “Now, Jo, we agreed everyone was going to play nice for the holiday,” he turned to my mother, “Remember?”

  “I know Aidan, I’m just trying to get my daughter to show some respect for herself. Men are only going to be thinking one thing when they look at her.”

  I shifted around in the back seat, very slightly pulling my t-shirt down lower so that the top of my black lace bra was exposed and the soft creamy skin of my cleavage was almost spilling over the deep V.

  Aidan turned and looked again in the mirror, his eyes resting on my tits. My work had paid off – he threw me a little grin, but didn’t look away. He drove on, seemingly over bumpy patches in the road that made me bounce up and down, then he would watch in the mirror again as my breasts bounced nicely for him. I laughed and shot him a look back, it was these secret messages that Mom knew nothing about…