He smacked my bottom, making it sting. I arched my back in response. It was crazy, but his spanking only seemed to make me wetter.
But as much as I enjoyed his games I was starting to lose patience.
"You know, two can play at this game. So unless you want to spend your wedding night strapped to the bed you might want to reconsider your next move."
I smiled as I heard him unzip his pants. He was still dressed from the waist up as he pushed his cock into me. We moaned together as we both got what we wanted.
He rode me roughly, as I wanted him to. He always seemed to know exactly what I needed, often before I did. It wasn't long before we were coming, both of our bodies moving as one.
I smiled at him as I cleaned myself off and lowered my dress.
"You know, you may have earned a reprieve, but I will have my turn Daniel."
His face got white and he stammered something about getting back to the party. The rest of the evening he hovered over me solicitously, seeing to my every need. I knew I had scared him with my threat. I spent my wedding night smiling like the cat that ate the canary. I was glad he was nervous. It was good. Anticipation was all part of the game.
Daniel was the perfect husband. Hot, sexy, loyal and considerate.
He even provided me with a pillow to sit on during dinner.
I spent the rest of the evening contemplating my revenge.
Jackson
"Please woman, I can't take anymore!"
Angelina was riding me, using a leather crop she'd found hanging on the stable wall. I was getting poked in my ass where I leaned backwards against stacked bales of hay. It's not that I didn't want to fuck her.
I just wanted her to let me finish.
So far she'd come four or five times. But every time I got close, she stopped. We'd been in five positions already, not counting the first time.
My balls were full again, almost to the point of pain. I groaned, feeling the seed rise as she creamed all over my cock. She stopped, reaching back to fondle my balls.
I shuddered, nearly coming, but... not.
"You are a cruel, cruel woman."
She smiled, tracing her finger down my abdomen. Then she leant down and bit my nipple. Hard.
"Ouch!"
"You deserved it."
"Witch!"
I stood up, ignoring her outraged squeal. I hoisted her by her hips, slamming her back into the wall. I drove my cock into her again and again as she hissed at me to put her down.
"No fucking way dollface."
She moaned as I reached down, rubbing her clit as I fucked her senseless. I could not believe my luck. This gorgeous, feisty, outrageously sexy woman was mine.
Permanently.
"I love you wife."
"I love you-oh God!"
I smirked, holding perfectly still as she came all over me. I knew I was dragging it out this way. She deserved a ruined orgasm after everything she'd put me through.
"I'm glad I make you so religious."
She was shaking as the orgasm rolled through her slowly, weakened by the lack of stimulation. I took pity on her and started to fuck her fast and hard.
Besides, I really wanted to come.
"Oh fuck!"
My whole body lit up like a Christmas tree as I shot my load deep inside her. She was coming again now, harder this time. I kissed her to muffle her screams of pleasure.
A few minutes later I watched her trying to straighten her clothing. I was satisfied. I'd done everything I set out to do. I'd made the ornery woman mine.
I had a strong feeling I'd put a baby in her too.
"Hurry up, woman! Everyone will be wondering where we are!"
I looked her over, pulling a piece of hay out of her hair.
"On second thought... nobody will wonder. They'll know!"
Angelina
Jackson was right. We received a lot of teasing about missing the cocktail hour. I blushed a bit. It had been a bit longer than an hour...
More like two.
It was his fault for keeping me locked up all that time. Then springing the wedding on me. Telling me he loved me. Actually, in retrospect, it was kind of cute.
In a caveman kind of way.
I felt a bit better when Casey told me that Daniel and Francesca had also disappeared. As had Elle and Jake.
Apparently no one could wait for their wedding night.
I sipped my champagne, smiling at my newfound family. For someone who'd spent the last six years with only my sister, it was pretty amazing to have gained so many relatives all at once.
Jackson's father was chatting with Casey. I smiled at her fondly as a man came and asked her to dance. She nodded and stood, walking slowly to the dance floor.
"She'll be fine."
I looked at Jackson as he ran his hand up my back soothingly.
"What?"
"You are going to break the stem if you grip that any tighter."
I glanced down and saw that he was right. I had a death grip on my champagne flute. I relaxed my hand, setting the glass down on the table.
"Dale's a good guy, he'll be careful with her."
I nodded, letting Jackson pull me into the crook of his shoulder. Dinner was over, and the dancing part of the evening had commenced. It was nearly time to cut the cake.
Jake stood and tapped his spoon against his glass.
"I'd like to propose a toast to my brothers and their brides!"