"I'm going to make you mine. My wife."
He moved forward, kneeling on the bed and leaning over her as she began to slide slowly down onto her back, staring up at him.
"The right way?"
"What's the right way, sweetheart?"
She scowled up at him as he loomed over her, his mouth hovering just above hers. "In my pussy."
Dirty girl. Wesley didn't answer, he just lowered his lips to hers, kissing her again. Tasting her. Conquering her. The fabric of her dress scratched at his body, annoying him as he lay out his full length on her. She gasped into his mouth, her legs automatically spreading for him, cradling him against the unwelcoming fabric.
Blasted dress.
With a sound of annoyance, Wesley pulled away and grasped the neckline in both hands.
Cynthia shrieked as he rent the dress in two, revealing her corset and chemise beneath. "I liked that dress!"
"I'll buy you a new one," he muttered, tossing the ruined fabric on the floor, quickly sending the rest of her clothing after it. It was like unwrapping a present on Christmas morning, and he'd never been the patient type. He'd always liked to rip the wrapping paper from the boxes, and Cynthia was far better than any holiday gift he'd ever received. Chances were this wouldn't be the last dress of hers that he shredded. Of course, once she was naked, he fully intended on taking his time and savoring his bride.
Lush curves beckoned to him, her spread legs revealing glistening lips peeking out from her thatch of brown curls. The wide-eyed excitement on her face made her unlike any virginal bride he'd ever heard of, but it also made her perfect for him.
He bent over to take on pert nipple in his mouth, making her gasp and writhe as his hands pressed down on her thighs, keeping them open. His thumbs traced little circles on the soft, inner skin, slowly moving closer and closer to her untouched pussy. Well, he'd done a bit of touching, but that was different.
Moaning, Cynthia clutched at his head, sliding her fingers through his hair, because there wasn't much else she could do. She was on her back, spread and helpless, and utterly aroused. The slight pain of her bottom pressing against the bed was nothing compared to the fires her new husband was stoking inside of her. If anything, that bit of sting was like a sharp bite that made everything else more pleasurable by comparison. When she tried to move her legs, wanting to clasp them around him, she felt a surge of wetness gush through her pussy as he held her in place.
The domineering, conquering lord had complete dominion over her body, and it left her absolutely breathless. Any lingering ire over his treatment of her dress had completely washed away. She had more important things to focus on.
"Please... more..." she begged, as his switched nipples, leaving one wet and cool in the open air as he engulfed the other in his hot mouth. The steady sucking sensation and the flicking of his tongue against the sensitive bud had her arching as her pussy clenched. Her legs were forced farther apart as his hands slid higher on her thighs; she wanted to scream with frustration as they brushed against her pussy lips and then stopped. "Oh! Wesley..."
He groaned around her nipple as she sa
id his name, and she shuddered at the vibrations through her breast. It felt like her body was on fire, and she knew that he had the means to quench it. The wetness seeping from her cunt did nothing to douse the heat, her needy wriggling only frustrating her further as she sought some kind of pressure for her clit and found nothing.
"Patience, sweetheart," he said, lifting his mouth from her nipple, the look of amusement on his face rousing her temper again.
She scowled at him. "Now, my lord."
"It's going to hurt, this first time."
Cynthia just rolled her eyes. As if being spanked didn't hurt. Or birched. Or when he put his cock in the wrong place. If all of that could hurt and feel good at the same time, she was sure that she could survive whatever he was talking about.
Especially since she wanted it.
He shifted upwards, his eyes boring into hers, and she felt something hot and hard pressing against her pussy. Her breath caught in her throat as the most immense pressure suddenly assaulted her core, and then something tore. It didn't just hurt; it stung, pinched and burned all at the same time. Cynthia cried out, hitting at Wesley's chest with her small fists.
Catching her hands, he pinned them down on either side of her. She tried to close her legs, but his big body blocked the way.
"OW!" she said, her voice full of outrage and shock, not to mention just a bit of disappointment. "Take it out!"
"Shhh," he said, soothingly. Patronizing, really. "It will feel better in a moment. I won't move right away so you have time to get used to it."
She squirmed, trying to get away. If it was going to feel like that, then she definitely didn't want him moving at all! "I changed my mind, put it in the other hole."
Having him in her bottom might be shameful, and somewhat painful, but it had never felt like that. It didn't occur to her that he'd always been much more careful about preparing her bottom, and that he might have taken the same care with her virginity if she hadn't been so impatient. But he'd been impatient as well, and he hadn't expected her to be quite so well protected. Her maidenhead was broken now, but it had been rather thick, so he could only imagine that it must have hurt when he'd forced himself through. He'd wanted her to truly feel him taking her for the first time, but if he'd realized how painful the initial breach would be, he would have prepared her more with his fingers. That's what he got for giving into her pleas; he'd return to his original plan of taking his time with her.
Her offer of her bottom hole both amused and concerned him, because he knew she didn't like that very much at all. There was no way his wife was going to leave his bed anything but blissfully satisfied.
Pushing both of her arms up above her head, he grasped her wrists in one hand so that he could free up the other hand. "It won't ever hurt like that again, sweetheart. That was your virginity being breached. Now that it's gone, everything will feel much better."