Filthy Secret

Groomsmen and bridesmaids confirm fiance of missing bride was with them at time of her disappearance, ruling him out as a suspect.

CADE

She tastes exactly like I remember. Sweet and feminine. I hold onto her thighs, gripping the tops of them to keep her hips in place. The dildo bumps against my chin but I don’t care. There’s no way in hell I’m pulling my face away from her. Not yet. Not until she’s squirming and clenching around me. Not until she comes. Only for me.

Her breasts heave with her frantic breaths, and I can tell she’s trying to shut down by how she tosses her head, how she grits her teeth to stop the little breathy whimpers slipping out of her throat. She’s begging me to stop. Pleading with me. But all it does is make my cock even harder. I know she’s overwhelmed, maybe scared, but she wants this. She wants me. She can deny it all she likes, it won’t matter. She’s always been mine; she will always be mine.

Her clit has become a plump pinkish little nub that I can suck on, lick, or stroke with my fingers. I focus on it while reaching down to pump the dildo, and it’s then that she starts to moan. The sound chokes off, like she’s trying to stifle it, but her thighs are shaking, and I watch how her breath changes, how her eyes struggle not to flutter closed.

“My girl likes having her pussy licked,” I murmur, smiling when she tries harder to stop what has already started. I thrust the dildo harder, watching how her lower belly shakes, her lips part, and her head falls back on another groan. Her spine bows off the bed, and her toes curl and flex as her hips rock into my mouth and the toy inside her. “That’s it, sweetheart. Such a good girl, coming for me like that.”

I pump the toy a few more times then pull it out, burying my face against her to feel the aftershocks on my tongue. Her pussy squeezes it, and I lick up her release, lapping up the savory taste and nosing her clit. My eyes drift down when I pull my head back, and I see her pink puckered hole peeking at me from between her cheeks. I spit on my fingers, then dip them down and begin rubbing her in small firm circles. Her hips buck off the bed in alarm, but I shush her, pinning them down as I slip a finger into her ass.

“Fuck… No!”

I grab some lube and spread it over her, sinking back in and pumping while my lips and tongue go back to work on her clit. “Sweetheart, if you think I’m going to leave any part of you untouched, you’re deluding yourself.”

The bed frame shakes when she tugs on the bindings, and her legs twitch as she thrashes. “You’re fucking delusional.” Her voice is breathy, weak, and she sobs before starting to plead with me again. “Please, no more. Don’t… don’t do this. Just let me go. Let me go and I won’t tell anyone-”

“I like it when you beg, Lyra, but you’re gonna quit asking me to stop or we’re gonna have problems.” I slip a second finger in her ass, bracing my arm over her hips to stop her thrashing. “Don’t even think about trying to deny me what’s mine. I’ve waited too long-”

She lets out an angry snarl and twists so violently I have to pull my fingers out and grab her hips to hold her in place. “You’re the one who wanted to fucking wait,” she spits. “I wanted to have sex-”

“You were seventeen, and I had to leave again. I wasn’t going to leave you aching for me, needing my cock when I couldn’t give it to you every day. I know you wouldn’t have cheated on me,” I say when she starts to protest. “But now I can have you all the time. You can spread your legs on your back or ride me good and hard. We can fuck all day if you want.”

She keeps up the protests, but I ignore them. They’re moot anyway. It might take her a few days, or weeks, but she’ll learn quickly what I will and won’t tolerate. The key is to stay calm so she remembers she can trust me.

I cup one hand under her ass and grab the plug, lubing it up before spreading her cheeks again. She bends her knees and arches her back, pulling her hips away as panicked whines filling the room. “Cade, no. No no no-”

“Don’t make me gag you,” I warn, wrapping an arm over her hips to pin them down again. I push the plug between her cheeks, but she cries out, stiffening her body just as the plug pushes in. She’s thrashing so much that it slips out again, and I growl and slap her on the ass.

“That’s enough.”

She kicks hard in the binds as I move the clips higher on the bed, keeping her legs spread and positioning her so her ass is bared to me. There won’t be any dropping or rocking her hips in this position, and I pick up the plug, slowly working it into her. She sends wordless pleas at me, sounds of pleasure mixed with fear that turn my dick from hard as a rock to fucking iron. When the plug is snug inside her, I pat the curve of her ass, then lower her legs back to a more comfortable position on the posts.

“There. That’s better, isn’t it?” She growls in response.Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Why are you-”

“You know why.” My palms slide up her legs until they frame her pussy, the flat silvery side of the plug visible between her cheeks. “I love you; I want all of you, baby. Your mouth, your pussy, your little ass. You’ll come so hard when I fuck it.”

“No, please, don’t. Cade…”

God, when she begs like that. It makes me want to do so many filthy things…

I settle back in, kissing along her thighs until my mouth gets back to her cunt. She’s soaked, and I want to lick every drop up. Eat her until she’s the only thing I can taste. I slip my tongue inside, and my eyes lift to watch as she tries to thrash, her breasts rolling until I reach up and palm them. She’s fighting another orgasm, and her head lifts to watch me as I lick and swirl and kiss her clit. Emotions flicker across her face. Anger, despair, lustful need she wants to deny. I smile and slip my fingers inside her, curling and pumping them to push her toward the edge.

“Did that asshole ever eat you like this? He didn’t, did he?” She doesn’t respond, but I see the answer when she jerks her eyes away from mine. I pump my fingers harder, wrist flexing, forearm tense as my digits spread her open. “Did he ever make you come, Lyra? Ever take the time to care for you? Learn what you like so he could fuck you right? Answer me.”

I hook my fingers deep inside her, and she snarls as her pussy clenches, round blue eyes glaring down at me. “Yes.”

She spits the word with so much effort I know it’s a lie, but jealousy stirs in my chest at the thought. I pump harder, shoving a third finger into her cunt while she groans and tries to jerk away. She whimpers, then lets out a breathless, menacing laugh.

“He made me come every day. With his fingers, and his mouth.” She looks down at me, eyes hazy but filled with malice. “I would have let him have me easily. I wouldn’t have fought. I wanted him to fuck me. I love-”

I rip my fingers out of her pussy and crawl on top of her, gripping her jaw and forcing her to look at me. “No. You don’t.” I keep hold of her face while I shove my pants off, kicking them free of my legs and fisting my cock in my other hand. “You don’t love him. You never did. And I’d better not hear you say that ever-”

“I love him,” she hisses at me. “I love him. Not you. I won’t ever love you! How could I after-”

Reaching over to the nightstand, I grab the tape I’d placed there just in case. “I’m not gonna listen to these bullshit lies.”

Her eyes widen when I rip off a piece, but before she has a chance to spit more venom, I push her jaw shut and slap a piece over her mouth. The sound of a second strip tearing fills the room, then a third. She struggles, whipping her head back and forth, trying to get out muffled whimpers and wordless pleas. I cup her face when I finish, rage still simmering in my chest as I lower my forehead to hers and shush her softly. Her thrashing stills, breath slowing as I smooth my thumbs along her cheeks, wiping away the tears.

“No more talking.” My lips press to her forehead, then against her cheek. “I’m going to fuck those lies right out of you. Including the ones you’ve been telling yourself.”

I push up on my hands and I settle my hips between her spread thighs. My cock slides against her pussy, and she whimpers when I drag it forward and back, coating it in her slickness. Her hips buck toward me, cunt searching, aching to be filled. She doesn’t realize she’s doing it. Even shakes her head, trying to deny how bad she wants this. A good amount of the wetness between her legs is her own arousal, not the lube I used when I first started. I bend to suck on one of her tits, palming the other as my other hand grips her ass, tucking her hips to mine.

“You’re mine, Lyra. Now and fucking always.”

Then I sink into her warmth in a slow thrust, ending years of unwanted celibacy and filling my girl for the first of many, many, many times.