by Lynn Burke
Micah and I had been discussing introducing some kink in the bedroom, and I felt ready to try. The thought of the nipple clamps in the bag dampened my panties, and I bit the inside of my lip. The priest needed to hurry the fuck up.
Shifting on my feet didn’t help. Allowing a sigh and straightening my shoulders in an attempt to stretch out didn’t either. Kiss the bride, all ready, my mind whined.
The priest must have heard my thought, because a few seconds later, he encouraged Aaron to kiss his new wife.
Finally.
Turning and smiling along with the other five bridesmaids, I glanced down at Micah.
My breath caught. His hazel-eyed gaze held mine, erasing the world and sounds of clapping hands. That something zinged between us even though we didn’t touch, weakening my knees.
I bit the inside of my lip as need for him swept through me, soaking my panties and pebbling my skin.
The bridesmaid to my right nudged my elbow.
I glanced around to find Liz had just descended the steps and started back down the aisle.
Shit.
Two quick steps took me to the side of my escort, and I lightly touched my fingertips to the crook of his elbow he offered. Zero anxiety. Zero vise-effects on my chest. I kept my gaze on Micah until we passed his aisle, and dropped my hand from my escort’s arm the second we stepped outside under the Indian summer sun.
I’d come a long way in the time I’d begun testing myself with Micah, but a receiving line … just, no. I slipped back into the church after a quick hug and kiss for Dina and Aaron, making my way to Micah’s side as he waited near the front of the line behind my brother-in-law.
“You look amazing,” he murmured in my ear, his hot breath pebbling my skin again. “If you knew the thoughts I’ve been having since you walked down that aisle…”
I shivered. If he knew my thoughts for the night ahead, he’d be hard and giving me the look that turned me so needy I begged.
Hanging on his arm, I ambled along with him as he congratulated and hugged first Aaron, then a beaming Dina.
“What the hell happened to my Mr. Grumpy Pants?” she asked, laughing and pulling away from him. “I’ve never seen you smile so much.”
Micah squeezed me against his side and gazed down at me, his eyes full of emotion we hadn’t yet named out loud.
“When’s the wedding?” Dina asked with a snicker before he answered.
My face flamed and I shot my sister a glare.
“Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes. “Like you haven’t gotten something all planned out in that brain of yours, Jaz. Let me guess. Barefoot on the beach?”
I snapped my jaw shut and tugged on Micah’s arm, wanting the ground to swallow me whole.
“I’ll have to get back to you on that, Dina,” Micah said with a chuckle, hugging me again and allowing me to pull him farther down the line.
“Sorry about that,” I muttered once we moved away from the lingering crowd outside of the church.
“I’m used to runaway mouths.” He pulled me against him, and I rested my head against his chest. His heart beat strong in my ear, and I closed my eyes, soaking in his warmth.
Dina may have hit my thoughts spot on, but Micah and I took things one day at a time, testing waters, cultivating a richer relationship, and just plain old living life. I’d never been so happy.
Tonight, though, will be our—my—biggest test yet.
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We escaped the reception as soon as possible without seeming rude, and although I’d danced most of the night away like I’d wanted to do, the thought of what I planned to do made my insides tremble. In the best way possible.
Micah had brought his cherry-red Ferrari, and we cruised home, windows down, the warm evening air tugging at my up-do and his man bun. Strands of sandy blond hair whipped across his tanned face, and I stared at the beautiful man I’d been blessed with.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, squeezing my hand on the console.
“How lucky I am.”
His smirk and quick heated, glance warmed me through. “I’m the lucky one.”
Such a good man, I thought, rubbing my thumb along the back of his hand. And I planned on offering him myself in a way I didn’t think he ever expected. Hoped, yes, as he’d often toss out hints about his hand and my ass.
We got home, and he poured us some wine before heading to the bedroom to rid ourselves of the restrictive clothing. He shrugged his suit coat off while I removed the opal jewelry Dina had gifted her bridesmaids.
“Can you help me with the bodice?” I asked, turning my back to him. I’d kept the ridiculous heels on, and stepped out of the bunch of material that pooled at my feet a few seconds later, my breasts all but sighing in relief over the loss of the tight corset-type top.
Micah groaned and ran his hands down over my satin-covered ass cheek, nuzzling my neck. “I’ve been so hard for you all fucking day long.”
I arched my back and wound my fingers into his hair as his hands slid up over my stomach to palm my breasts. He rolled and pinched my hard nipples, sending zings of need to my clit. My panties a soaking mess, I rubbed my ass against his upper thighs, and his cock jerked against my lower back.
“Are you wet for me?” he murmured against my ear.
“God, yes. Always.”
He reached between my legs and cupped my pussy through my panties. “Take these off so I can see.”
I stepped forward, my heartbeat pounding in my ears. Gaze on his face, I slipped my thumbs beneath the sides of my panties and pushed them down. I bent down to take them all the way off, and continued sinking straight to my legs, kneeling in front of him, hands clasped and head bowed.
His sharp intake of breath filled me with the most intense joy that tears stung my eyes.
“Jasmine?”
“I’m yours, Sir.”
A deep groan rumbled in his chest. “You’re sure?”
“Yes.” I lifted my head to peer up at the man who had changed my life. The love of my life. “I want you, Micah. Every dark recess of your mind. Show me. If it’s too much, I promise to tell you to stop.”
He straightened, his eyes emanating a look I’d never seen before, one of power and control. Wetness gushed from my pussy, and I bit my lower lip as need shivered over my skin.
Without a word, he unbuttoned his slacks and pushed them to his knees, releasing his long, thick cock.
My mouth watered, and I licked my lips.
“Suck me.”
A tremor rippled through me at his command that brooked no argument. I crawled forward and rose onto my knees before him.
Pre-cum glistened at the tip as he held his cock out.
I lapped the saltiness from him and closed my mouth over the head, sliding down as far as I could.
He groaned, and grasped my head with both hands. “Deeper,” his voice rumbled as he nudged against the back of my throat.
I lifted my gaze and relaxed, allowing him to slide in.
“Just like that.” His drawn-up balls tapped my chin. “Fuck, Jasmine, I’m down your fucking throat. Goddamn.”
He held me still and backed out, his silky heat caressing my tongue and lips, and I moaned my need. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”
I whimpered, thinking for sure I would come without him even touching me. My breasts felt heavy, my nipples tight. Wetness dripped from my pussy, and my clit ached. I rubbed my thighs together as he slid in to the hilt again, groaning.
“You like having my cock deep in your throat?”
“Mmm,” I hummed my agreement, and he cursed again, pulling all the way out of my mouth.
“On the bed, baby,” he said, stepping out of his shoes and pants.
I rose to my feet with as much grace as my shaking body could muster, but rather than do as he said, I rounded the bed and pulled the goodie bag from beneath.
Another sharp inhale from him lifted my gaze as I returned to stand in front of him, black back held out
in offering.
His hand shook as he reached for it. “You disobeyed me,” he murmured, unbuttoning his shirt with his free hand.
“I’m sorry, Sir.” I dropped my gaze, and he moved around me to the bed.
The sound of the zipper slid a shiver down my spine.
“Hmm.” Soft noises of his going through the contents sounded loud in the quiet room.
I breathed in, counting to ten, focusing my mind to keep from begging for him to just touch me all ready.
“Come here.”
I turned to find him sitting on the edge of the bed, nipple clamps in hand. Another rush of arousal coated my thighs.
He crooked a finger, and I closed the distance between us, stepping between his spread thighs. His white dress shirt hung open, and I ran my gaze over his pecs, down his rippled abs, to the hard cock jutting up, its tip glistening again.
“Breathe, baby,” he murmured and closed a clamp over my right nipple.
The sharp pain ripped through me, and I gasped as my clit tingled and pussy contracted. “G-God,” I groaned, clenching my eyes shut.
“No coming until I say so.”
The other clamp closed over my left nipple, and I bit down on my tongue to keep my focus off the beginning of my climax tingling in my toes.
Micah pulled me down over his lap, my arms and breasts swinging free on one side, my heels reaching for the floor on the other.
His palm landed on my ass cheek without preamble, and I jolted with a shriek.
“Color?” he asked, his voice strained.
Although the swat had hurt like hell, I wanted more. “Green, Sir.”
Another landed on my other cheek, and I bit my lip to keep my cry contained. Two more landed lower than the first, and the stinging pain began to morph into a feeling I’d never experienced before. My ears rang, and as he smacked the spot of the first swat, I groaned, wetness seeping from my pussy.
Micah reached between my thighs. “You’re soaked.” Satisfaction coated his voice thicker than the arousal in my pussy. He slid two fingers inside of me, pulled them out, and slid them up over my ass.
My pussy clenched as he rimmed my puckered hole. “I think you need a little bling to go with these red cheeks,” he murmured, and my thoughts ran to the jeweled plug I’d put in the bag.
Seconds later, a cool, hard toy slid up through my pussy and rimmed my asshole. Micah pressed it forward, and I groaned as the plug breached the tight ring of muscles protecting my virgin hole.
“Like that, baby?” he asked, twisting the toy and pressing it in deeper.
Eyes clenched shut and panting for breath, I barely managed a whispered, “Yes.” My toes began to tingle again, and I clenched my pussy, needing so much more.
An unexpected swat jolted me forward, swinging my breasts with their clamped nipples. “P-please…” I moaned.
“Please what?” Micah asked and landed another swat.
“Please fuck me, Sir.”
He lifted and turned me, pulling me forward to straddle his lap on my knees, the fullness in my ass pulsing need through my pussy. Hand on his cock, he teased my pussy and tapped my clit.
I gasped and dug my fingers into the muscles on the tops of his shoulders.
“No coming until I’m balls-deep inside of your tight pussy and give you permission,” he said, tapping me again.
A low groan ripped through my chest as I fought off my climax.
He slid the head of his cock down to my opening, and hands on my hips, yanked me down, filling me with one thrust.
I shrieked as my climax ripped through me, my cum gushing around his hard length, my ass clenching the plug shoved deep inside.
Micah’s firm grip held me still as I fought to squirm, gasping and begging him to move. “Don’t move,” he growled and tugged on a nipple clamp with his teeth.
Another climax rolled over me at the sharp pain, and I shuddered in his arms.
“Naughty girl,” he said, and I opened my eyes to find his heated gaze on my face. “I didn’t give you permission to come,” he murmured as my pussy continued to pull on the thickness filling me. “You disobeyed twice.”
His gaze held pure control, the likes I’d never seen. Dominant and completely in charge.
He lifted me by my hips and slowly lowered me onto his straining length. “So fucking tight.” A muscle jumped in his jaw, and I squeezed my pussy around him, wanting him to lose his hold over his body.
He swatted my ass, and I moaned as my pussy clenched on its own.
“Goddamn, baby,” he growled and lifted me, only to slide in deep again. “You feel so fucking good.”
I gyrated my hips, needing to rub my clit against him, but he tsked again and swatted. “I said not to move.”
“Please, Micah,” I whimpered.
“It’s Sir, and you’d best remember that.” He lifted me off his cock and turned me, hands palming my breasts and tugging the clamps. “On your hands and knees, baby.”
Wetness coated my thighs clear to my knees, but all I cared about was Sir shoving his cock back inside of me and fucking me until I couldn’t remember my name.
My muscles shook, but I climbed onto the bed, expecting the stinging lash of the flogger I’d put in the bag.
“So beautiful,” Micah said as the mattress dipped behind me. His hands smoothed over my heated backside. “Gorgeous.” He tapped the jewel on the butt plug, and I moaned, pressing back toward him.
“I need to have you here,” he murmured, tapping again, “and I’m guessing since you put lube in this bag that you want the same.”
“Yes, Sir. I want to try.”
I gasped as he pulled the plug out, leaving me empty and panting. The snap of the lube cap heightened my pulse.
Cool wetness dribbled over my puckered hole, and I lowered my head to the mattress, licking my dry lips, my heartbeat a fluttering mess.
He slid his cock up through my ass cheeks, squeezing and kneading my burning flesh. “I’ll make it good for you, baby. I promise.”
I exhaled on a deep sigh and tried to relax.
The blunt tip of his cock pressed against me, and I pushed back, knowing it would make things easier.
“Oh, God!” I gasped as his thick head stretched my muscle ring, setting my ass on fire.
“Color, baby?” he groaned, his voice breaking.
“G-green.” I licked my lips. “Green.”
He grasped my hips and slowly pushed in, filling me, stretching me beyond what I’d thought possible.
I struggled to breathe as he bottomed out, his balls kissing my sopping pussy.
“Christ, Jasmine.” He backed out so fucking slowly I wanted to scream, but he pushed back in, making me want to scream for an entirely different reason. “Your ass is so fucking tight. Goddamn.” Another slow glide out and in, and I dropped my chest to the mattress, my clamped nipples rubbing at the sheet and sending tingles up through my toes.
“Please, Sir,” I moaned, lifting my ass higher, offering him everything I had.
“Do you need to come?” he asked, pulling back out.
“God, yes. Please.”
He reached a hand around my hip and coated his fingers in my wetness while pushing deep into my ass again. His slickened fingers rubbed over my clit, and I bit my lip, trying like hell to wait for his permission.
The warmth and hardness of his chest pressed against my back as he pulled out to the tip. “Come for me, baby.” He pinched my clit and slammed into me, sliding my chest and clamped nipples across the mattress.
I screamed as my climax exploded through my body.
“Fuck,” Micah growled and grasped my hips in a bruising grip, slamming into my ass over and over as I shuddered and groaned my drawn-out climax. “I’m going to fill your ass with my cum.” He lay over my back as I slumped to the mattress, his breath hot on my ear.
I managed a groan, trying to lift my ass as he continued to thrust me against the mattress.
“You’re mine, Jasmine.”<
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“Yes!”
“Every fucking inch of you.”
“God, yes!”
Another climax ripped through me.
“Fuck, yes!” Micah shouted. “Goddamn, baby.” His cock jerked deep in my ass, and I swore I felt the heat of his cum deep inside of me as he growled and shuddered against my back.
I lay like a rag doll beneath his weight, tingles of complete satiation sweeping through my body.
Micah kissed my shoulder, my neck, his hot breath caressing my ear. “I love you so fucking much it hurts.”
Tears stung my eyes, and he brushed my hair off my cheek, his lips trailing to my lips. I turned my head, and he captured my lips with a groan.
“So fucking much,” he murmured into my mouth.
A sob caught in my throat, and he pulled back, his cock sliding from my ass and leaving me empty. “Hey.” He gently turned me onto my back and the heat on my ass cheeks brought a gasp to my lips. “You okay?”
I grabbed his arms and pulled him down on top of me, needing his warmth. I tugged the band from his mussed hair and wound my fingers into the silky strands. His hazel eyes stared into mine, full of concern and so much emotion that my chest ached.
“I love you, too,” I whispered.
His smirk eased the hurt in my chest, flooding me with happiness I’d never thought existed. “So does that mean you’ll marry me barefoot on the beach?”
“God, yes.”
Micah brushed his lips across mine, gentle yet searing. “Next week?”
A tear slid down my cheek as I nodded.
“I’ll promise to honor and cherish you the rest of my life, Jasmine.”
I smiled through my tears and leaned up to kiss him, knowing I could trust my Sir.
The End
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