I walked into his office to make a deal. I left as his bride.
This morning I was a businesswoman with no plans to marry, but that didn’t matter to him. He decided tonight was my wedding night, so it was. All he let me choose was the dress he would tear off me later.
When I told him I wanted him to be gentle, he laughed at me, then ripped off my panties.
I shouldn’t have been wet. I shouldn’t have moaned. But I was, and I did.
When he threw me on the bed, I told him I’d never be his no matter how he made me scream.
He just smiled. The kind of smile that said this was going to hurt and he was going to enjoy every moment of it. Then he bent down and whispered something in my ear that shook me to my core.
“You’re already mine. You always have been.”
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“One day, I’m going to fuck this pretty little bottom hole simply because I can,” he murmured, and a jolt of electricity sizzled right to my clit. My pussy clenched tight and so did my bottom, eliciting a delighted and rather malicious sounding chuckle from his lips. He leaned over me and brushed his lips against my ear. “Do you want to know something, my sweet?”
I cried out into the fabric of my panties.
“I’ve been watching your little pussy this whole time. You became much, much wetter when I touched this little virgin bottom hole for the very first time,” he purred.
How did he know no one had ever touched me there? I wanted to hide. I wanted a black hole to open up and swallow me whole. I shouldn’t get wetter. Him touching me there felt dirty and so filthy that it had to be wrong.
Then why was it turning me on?
He slipped his finger from my bottom, leaving me to grapple with the terrifying realization that getting fingered in my ass had made me aroused enough to want more. I knew what a cock in my pussy felt like, but what would it feel like in my bottom hole? Would I like it? Would it hurt just as much as his finger had?
“Your bottom is gorgeous, Zoe. It’s going to be even more beautiful when I spank it bright red and then mark it with my belt,” he mused.
I’d gotten so caught up in the feeling of his finger violating my bottom hole that I’d forgotten all about his initial threat. I squirmed a bit against the desk and his grip around my wrists tightened, holding me in place.
His other hand returned to my backside, cupping my right bottom cheek.
“I’m going to enjoy this very much, Zoe. It is my firm belief that a wife needs to be reminded of her place with a bright red bottom from time to time, and I’m looking forward to doing exactly that, both over my desk and over my knee, many, many times to come,” he growled, and I whimpered into my panties, tasting my own arousal once again.
I tried to lift myself up and his hand slapped against my ass for the first time.
It didn’t hurt. Not at first. In fact, the most jarring thing was how loud it was. It was loud enough to rival a gunshot, or at least that’s what it felt like, and before I knew it another followed on the other side.
He paused and traced over the area he’d smacked.
“Watching the very first shades of pink blossom on your bottom for the first time is something I’m going to cherish for a very long time, bride,” he observed, and I tried to press my thighs together to hide just how much his words continued to arouse me. He didn’t allow it.
A third spank cracked against my bottom and that’s when it started to hurt. He started spanking me more quickly now. His palm was broad, and with every smack the sting started to build. At first, it was simply warm, punctuated by hard cracks of his hand against my skin. As the spanking went on, though, that warmth built, becoming hotter until it truly began to burn.
The feeling of his palm against my bottom was so intimate, so domestic that my core twisted hard with desire. It was punishing, but at the same time it was so very, very arousing.
My pussy clenched down hard as he spanked me harder. It stung even more, a blazing fire that swiftly spread across the entirety of my backside the longer it went on.
I wanted to tell him to stop.
I wanted to tell him to spank me harder.
I didn’t do either.