by CA Quigg
Once inside, I sank to the carpet, grasped his erection, and inhaled the spicy scent of his arousal. I reached for him and his thighs tensed, and I guided his cock into my salivating mouth.
"Suck my cock hard." He buried his hands in my hair and roughly tugged. Heaven. A pain-pleasure groan sounded in my throat, and I swirled my tongue over him and around him, drawing him deeper.
A breath hissed from him, followed by a sharp inhale. God, he was delicious.
I sucked from base to crown, needing to pleasure him, to give him the satisfaction he'd given me.
"That's it, suck hard," he grated out.
I cupped his heavy balls and toyed with them, teasing him. He wasn't far from release, and I took him deep, but Kit held onto the sides of my head and eased himself from my pursed and swollen lips.
"Come back here," I protested. "I want to taste you. All of you. It's been too long."
"Not yet," he said. "Get on the bed and lie down."
He was giving me what I wanted. Holding out his hand, he helped me stand and led me to the rumpled bed where I followed his command and lay down.
He didn't climb onto the bed. Instead, he stood in front of me, clasped his cock and stroked back and forth.
"You want this?" he asked. "Want me to make love to you?"
"God yes."
He climbed onto the bed between my outstretched thighs and nudged his cock against my entrance. "This means your mine forever."
"Forever."
He pulled back and slowly eased his steely shaft into me. A sharp burn seared my body, but it was gone as soon as it appeared. I huffed out a loud gasp as the first waves of pleasure rushed over me. Elation sent me heavenward. I was no longer a virgin. Tears pooled in my eyes and dripped down the side of my face.
"Happy tears?" he asked, the tender tone of his voice wrapping around me like a blanket.
"Couldn't be happier."
His hands anchored my hips, and using his strength, he flipped us until I straddled him. The nonstop friction between us turned my body into a pulsating mass of sensation. Sheer pleasure seized control of me. Unsure if I could withstand the force of a third orgasm, I splayed my fingers over Kit's waist and lifted myself off him. I needed a few seconds to gather myself.
"Come on my dick. Pull everything out of me."
"Three times in one night could kill me," I said and laughed.
"If you don't, you might kill me." The head of his cock nudged my entrance, and my walls clenched, needing to close around him.
"Well, if you insist…"
A chuckle vibrated his body. "I do."
Coming on his cock was the one thing I'd been dreaming of from the second I saw him. I reached down, parted my folds, and stroked my still-sensitive clit with the edge of my fingernail. The low, sweet ache of my orgasm rose, and it wouldn't take long. Slowly, relishing every second, I slid balls-deep onto Kit's cock feeling no pain and began to ride him hard.
"That's it, Sweet Emma." His fingers encircled my wrists, and he pulled me down. The scrape of my peaked nipples over his sweat-slicked chest sent me convulsing with my third orgasm. Nothing existed but here and now. Coherent thought or speech didn't seem feasible ever again.
Kit dug his fingers into my hips and drove into me so fast I thought he would break me in two. A guttural moan echoed from his throat. His hips bucked, and his back bowed as he roared his climax like a wild animal and spilled himself inside of me. We were one. I was his, and he was mine.
His movements slowed, and his breathing evened out.
I collapsed onto his body with a satisfied smile, and rolled my limp body from his still-twitching cock.
"I didn't think it would be like that," I said. I flopped onto my back and traced my fingers over his heaving chest. "I didn't think…"
"Don't move." Kit stood and left the room, leaving me with a view of his perfect butt.
When he returned, he sat on the bed beside me. In his hand was a small black box that sent my heart thundering. He'd been serious. He wanted me to marry him. I sat up shakily and faced him.
"I'll never forgive myself for how I treated you. For the lies I told you. And if it takes the rest of my life to make it up to you, then so be it. I love you, Emma. I loved you from the day I met you. You're the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with." He opened the box, and I held my breath. Nestled inside white satin sat a platinum ring with a cushion-shaped diamond surrounded by a band of cascading diamonds. "This was my mother's and it's yours if you'll have it. If you'll have me. Emma Anne Brown, will you give me the honor of being my wife?"
"Oh. Your mother's ring is stunning." I wiped my tears away with the heel of my hand. "I love you, Kit. I didn't think it was possible for someone to own my heart the way you own mine."
"Does that mean you'll marry me?"
"If I marry you do I get to visit the dungeons?"
"Yes."
"Will you spank me if I'm naughty?"
He raised a hand and thwacked it off my butt cheek earning a yelp from me.
"Yes."
"Will you tie me up to sofas and put ball gags in my mouth?"
"We have a lifetime to fulfill your every fantasy."
"Then yes. A million times yes." I held out my hand and Kit slid the ring onto my finger. It was a perfect fit.
He cupped my check and kissed me, and I knew we'd be together for the rest of our lives.
Epilogue
The stained glass windows of Rhias' Cathedral glowed in the midday sun. Roses adorned the pews and sweetly scented the air.
I stood at the end of the aisle, and over a sea of hats, tiaras, and crowns, I gazed at my prince who stood at the altar with his cousin Charlie by his side. It was almost like history repeating itself, except this time I was the bride and everyone was sober.
I ran my fingers down the hand-beaded sweetheart bodice of my dress. My ivory wedding gown was everything I'd wanted and more. The bodice emphasized my curves and full silk skirt would swish and swirl when Kit and I had our first dance. As a wedding gift, King Sebastian had graciously presented me with the jewels Queen Isabella had worn on her wedding day and I had tearfully accepted. I would never be queen, the constitution wouldn't allow it, but today I felt like one.
At first Kit's father wasn't accepting of our engagement, but gradually over the past few months, he saw for himself how much Kit and I loved each other and had given us his blessing.
The princesses, who were in love with love, made me tell our story a million times, and immediately treated me like a sister. Beverly, who had been pensioned off and banished to the highlands, had been invited to the wedding, but, thankfully, had declined.
After our honeymoon, I would begin my humanitarian work and as soon as our family came along, I would juggle both. With Kit's help and contacts, I was in the process of setting up several charities that would benefit children all around the world. My dreams and then some were coming true.
I glanced to my side and smiled at the King, and saw a glimpse of the man my husband-to-be would become.
"Ready, my dear?"
I blew out a shaky breath and nodded. "Ready."
"Don't be nervous." He patted my hand. "I couldn't wish for a better wife for my son. His mother would be so proud."
A lump formed in my throat but I swallowed it down. "And I couldn't wish for a better man to be my husband, or a greater family to become part of."
The music changed to the Wedding March and the congregation rose.
****
What kind of husband disappeared on his wedding night? I'd been in the bathroom less than ten minutes but when I came out, there was no sign of Kit.
Completely naked, I flopped onto our bed and when I turned my head, I saw a silver box with an ivory envelope on top of his pillow. I picked up the envelope and ran my fingers under the flap, breaking a silver-wax seal. A silver-trimmed square of white vellum paper floated onto the comforter. I lifted the paper and brushed my fingers over the swashed and swirle
d black font which read: get dressed, turn on the phone and follow the instructions.
Flutters filled my belly. What wickedness had Kit planned for me? I opened the box and peeled back layers of scented tissue paper. My jaw dropped. Black lingerie, black sky-scraper heels, black silk stockings, and a phone were all nestled inside the box.
Grabbing everything, I ran into the bathroom and sat on the edge of the tub. First, I picked up the stockings loving how the silky, sheer material glided over my skin as I pulled them up my legs. Next, I picked up the lingerie and held it in front of me. It was obscenely translucent but incredibly soft with a peek-a-boo crotch and black ribbons crisscrossing the bodice. I got wet just from imagining Kit seeing me all dressed up for him.
I stepped into it, hoping to God it had titanium seams. Otherwise, I'd burst out of it if I took too deep a breath. I pulled the ribbons crisscrossing the front tight, and my body transformed before my eyes. My waist cinched in giving me an hourglass figure, and my breasts all but spilled from the bodice.
Lastly, I slipped my feet into the butter-soft shoes and sighed. I had to see what I looked like. I strode to the full-length mirror in the corner of our bedroom—wow! I reached out and touched my hand to the woman looking back at me. Was she really me? I had to admit, I was stunning and sexy and Kit would fuck me hard when he saw me.
After giving my hair a quick brush so it lay over my shoulders in glossy waves, I was ready to find out what my husband was up to. I turned on the phone and a text popped up.
In the closet behind my suits is a hidden elevator, insert the provided key and take the elevator to the lowest level. Once there, leave the phone inside the elevator and follow the path until the end.
Key? What key? I ran to the bed and rummaged through the tissue paper until I found a key. With it clasped in my fingers, I found Kit's secret elevator and did as he'd instructed.
The elevator brought me to a damp and dimly lit passageway that looked like it had been carved out of rock. I must have been miles beneath the castle. When I realized what his plan was, a gasp of breath rushed from my lungs. He was showing me the dungeons. Finally. Since he'd brought me back to Rhias, he hadn't allowed me to visit the dungeons once, always telling me he wanted it to be something special to share with me when the time was right. I couldn't have asked for a better gift from him.
I followed the path lit with sconces, which got deeper and steeper, and after ten minutes of walking, I had to take my heels off. As sexy as they were, they weren't practical for walking through secret caves carved from rock.
After fifteen minutes or so more of walking, a low thrum of running water sounded in the distance. If I was headed towards the dungeons, they didn't seem very dungeony, but I wouldn't allow myself to get disappointed. Tonight was my wedding night and I knew Kit would make it a night to remember.
The roar of falling water filled my ears. I turned a corner and, holy fucking hell, at the back of a vast rock room flowed the biggest waterfall I'd ever seen illuminated by red and pink spotlights. I still didn't see any dungeons. I dropped my shoes and turned around in a slow circle. Wherever I was, I was in some sort of club. Off to the side was a long fully-stocked bar and on closer inspection, I saw large holes carved in the rock that held tables and chairs.
An arm snaked around my waist and fingers I knew all too well swept my hair behind my ear, and soft lips nuzzled my neck. A small moan squeaked from my lips. I needed to see him but when I tried to turn around, he held me firm.
"I'm glad you decided to come," he whispered, swiping his fingers over my peaked nipples. He pressed his crotch against my butt and a thrill ran down my legs. To say he was turned on didn't come close to describing how hard he was.
"Me too."
He laced his fingers between mine "Welcome to The Dungeons. A very exclusive club that happens to be mine."
I peered around. "I don't see any dungeons."
"They're a floor below. These caves are over 2,000 feet deep."
"Isn't that dangerous? Won't they flood?"
He laughed. "Always so practical, sweet Emma. The lower unused caves flood, but never here or the dungeons."
"And this is below the castle?"
He nodded. "Below the city and castle."
"It's not what I expected, not that I knew what to expect. By dungeons I thought you meant somewhere private for your personal use."
"Tonight it's very much for my personal use. Most nights it's crowded with people seeking escape."
"And tonight?"
"Tonight is about giving my wife her wedding gift."
"Say my wife again."
"My wife."
I shuddered. "I'll never get tired of hearing you say it."
"And I'll never tire of saying it." He placed a kiss on my exposed shoulder. "You want to see the dungeons?"
"You've only be teasing me with them since the day we met. I think I've waited long enough."
"This way."
When we came to a set of stone steps, he turned to me, and said, "Careful, these steps are narrow and the ceiling low."
I lowered my head and followed him down what must have been thirty or more steps. At the bottom was an endless dark tunnel. Carnality filled the air, as if years of pleasure had seeped into the stones, and I could only imagine what happened within the walls.
"Holy shitballs." My voice ricocheted around the tunnel. I released Kit's hand and began to investigate. Cells fronted with iron bars stood side by side, each one filled with all kinds of contraptions. "This place looks like a torture chamber."
"The only kind of torture that happens here is of the safe, sane, and consensual kind."
I pulled open one of the squeaking cell doors and stepped inside. A large hook dangled from chains secured to the roof. A brown leather massage table and a St. Andrew's cross complete with shackles stood at the back of the cell. Whips and floggers and every other toy imaginable lined the walls.
"See anything you like?"
I walked around taking it all in. "There's so much."
He stood behind me and placed a kiss on the back of my neck. I closed my eyes and savored his nearness.
He reached out and ran his hands over the floggers. "I still haven't forgotten our night in the chalet. How you reacted when I threatened to flog you."
My muscles tensed in preparation. "Maybe I don't want you to flog me. Maybe I want you to make love to me in the missionary position. Maybe I fooled you into believing kinky, rough sex was something I wanted when in reality, I'm all about the regular old vanilla kind."
He coiled my hair through one of his fists and yanked my head back, exposing my throat to him. "The more lies you tell, the longer I'm going to make you wait. Is your cunt soaked?"
"No."
"Liar." He tugged my hair harder eliciting a moan from me.
"Do you want me to fuck you so hard you scream?"
"No." I gritted my teeth.
He reached around and slapped each of my breasts, focusing on my nipples.
"Do you want me to thrust my cock so far down your throat, you gag?"
"Definitely not."
He shoved me forward. "Put your hands above your head against the wall."
I didn't move.
"Now is not the time to go against me." He grabbed my hands and placed them above my head, slapping my palms against the cold rock.
After smacking my thighs a few times, he reached around and grabbed my nipples, pulling them away from my body until I squirmed desperate for my first orgasm of the night. This was what I'd been waiting for all day. For us to be alone. For us to indulge each other's fantasies.
He slid his fingers over the curve of my stomach until he got to my pussy where he spanked my slit in rapid succession. I gave a moaning gasp allowing him to hear what he did to me.
"It's been a while since I tasted you."
I laughed. "It's been a day."
"A day too long." He got on his knees and spanked my butt, one side and then the other
before sliding a hand between my legs. Excitement saturated my inner thighs, my body showing him just how ready I was to consummate our marriage.
"And you said you weren't soaked. You know how I feel about liars."
"Takes one to know one." Provoking him was a low blow, but I wanted rough and hard and I would push him until I got what I wanted.
"So that's how you want to play."
I blew out a satisfied sigh. In a series of fast and hard movements, Kit smacked the tips of his fingers off my thighs, my ass, my pussy. He pulled me from the wall and positioned me in the middle of the room.
"Do I give you want you want?" He asked selecting a long-handled flogger from the wall. He swished it around in the air, the tails narrowly missing my body. "Or do I give you what I want?"
"Give me what I want."
"Because it's your wedding night, just this once, I'll give into you."
I tensed my muscles in readiness for the pain/pleasure he was about to give me. He swung the tails around and around so they hit of my nipples and stomach. At first they felt like raindrops but with each swish, the raindrops turned into fiery hailstones that bit at my skin.
"You like this, don't you?"
I nodded. "Very much."
"Maybe too much." He dropped the flogger.
I gasped. "Don't stop."
"I'll do what I want." Kit stripped off his shirt leaving on a pair of snug, low-slung jeans. Those had to come off, too. I ogled his chest the way I always did. There wasn't a luckier woman alive.
"Safe word," he snapped.
"Wedding."
He gave me a slight smile before running his hand down the front of my body. "Whatever I want you'll do without question?"
I flicked the tip of my tongue over my lips. "I'll do whatever you want, but I can't promise it'll be without question."
He roughly grabbed one of my breasts and massaged. "Don't question anything."
"I think you know me better than that. Questioning gets me into trouble and I love trouble."
He twisted my nipples until I squirmed to get away from him.
"If you don't do everything I say without question, I'll put a chastity belt on you which means you won't even be able to sneak away and finger fuck yourself when I'm not around."