Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

This was not how Daniel had expected to spend his wedding night. Of course, with Brittany, did anything go as expected?

He wanted to be angry with her, knew she needed to be punished, but he was rather enchanted as well.

It didn’t hurt that she was beguiling and sexy, particularly with a finger of ginger poking out of her bottom hole.

And he could not wait to get the chance to replace that piece of ginger with his hard cock. She had an ass that was just made for fucking and she was all his.

His cock had been on high alert all day in anticipation of a long, thorough wedding night. But when he looked over and saw Brittany on the verge of shoving dirt into Lara’s mouth, he had his first inkling things were not going to go as he’d planned.

He had to admit he’d been impressed by Caleb’s disciplinary efforts and suspected this was not the first time he’d applied his hand to Lara’s backside.

Neither woman had any idea what would happen in just a few more seconds. The ginger started out with a warming sensation and he could tell Brittany enjoyed it. She’d been tightening the muscles of her thighs and clenching her ass. It was quite the show and he hoped he could get all the way through the discipline without jamming his cock into her.

Brittany whimpered softly and bounced on her toes. When he moved so he could see her face, she looked up at Daniel with a bit of panic in her eyes. “Wh-what is this? What have you done to me?”

A few inches away, Lara clutched the wooden barrier between the stalls and bit her lip.

“The ginger is heating up your naughty bottom.”

“I know that,” Brittany said through gritted teeth.

Daniel gave her ass a swat and watched her pucker tighten around the ginger and Brittany bounced on her toes again. “It gets hotter when you tighten up around it.” He swatted her again. “So don’t clench your butt.” He massaged her left cheek. “Calm down,” he said, working the flesh until the muscles relaxed and then slapped it once more.

“Oh. Ouch. Stop.”

“I told you not to clench. You aren’t very good at following instructions.”

Brittany swayed from side to side, her face turning red. “Daniel, this isn’t funny. It hurts.”

“Are you ready to apologize to Lara? A real apology?”

Brittany had actually forgotten about Lara and Caleb. The heat in her bottom hole was so intense, she could barely focus on anything else. And when Daniel smacked her ass, all she could do was yelp and glare at him over her shoulder.

Are you ready to apologize to Lara?

His words rang in her head and knotted her stomach.

You look very pretty in that white dress.

Lara’s smug remark stabbed Brittany in the gut. Brittany turned to look at her nemesis and gasped. Lara’s face was red and perspiration beaded on her brow. For a fleeting second, Brittany felt sorry for her. Their eyes met and this time, instead of disdain, she saw—was it really possible—a twinge of regret.

The fire in Brittany’s ass was unlike anything she’d ever imagined. She knew Lara was experiencing the same thing.

She also wondered if Lara was weakening. What if Lara apologized first? Once again, Lara would look like the good girl. Well, Brittany wasn’t going to let her do that.

“I-I’m sorry, Lara,” she said, and this time she meant it. Mostly.

Lara gasped and stared. Caleb’s hand cracked against his wife’s butt. “Lara, do you have anything to say to Brittany?” he asked.

Lara rested her head on her hands as they clung to the wooden rail, took a deep breath. “I’m sorry too, Brittany,” she said.

“That was a little difficult to hear clearly,” Caleb said. “You need to look Brittany in the eye and apologize, like she did to you.” There was another smack on Lara’s bottom and Brittany realized Caleb was no softy when it came to keeping his wife in line.

Lara inhaled and lifted her head. Holding Brittany’s gaze, she said, “I apologize, Brittany. I should have done more to make your wedding day nicer.”

“I might have been out of line to rub your hair in the dirt,” Brittany admitted.

“Might have been out of line?” Daniel chuckled as he removed the offending root from his wife’s bottom hole. He replaced her panties and skirt and cradled her in his arms.

The ordeal was over. Daniel still cared about her. She’d apologized and even meant it, mostly.

“Let’s go home,” she said before pulling his face to hers for a kiss.

Brittany was exhausted and sore and she hadn’t even had her wedding night.

She blew out a puff of breath and leaned back to rest her head on the rim of the tub. Daniel had prepared a bath for her in their bedroom. He poured in more warm water, knelt beside her, and shampooed her hair. Brittany closed her eyes and some of the day’s tension and drama seeped away as her husband gently massaged her scalp and worked his fingers the length of her wet hair.

“Mmm,” she said. “That feels incredible.”

“Good. I have many other plans for making you feel incredible tonight, but first we need to get you cleaned up. I had not expected a brawl at our wedding.”

Brittany groaned. “I am sorry,” she whispered, turning her head so she could look into his face. “Truly, I am.”

Daniel kissed the tip of her nose. “I would imagine that Lara has a fair amount of dirt in her hair this evening too,” he said, his lips turning up into a smile. “You were quite the little hellcat, Brittany.”

“I don’t know what came over me. We were roommates, you know.” She resumed her position with her back to him and told him the story of their short time sharing a room.

“I trust that you will find a way to be civil to Lara from now on. We are not a large enough group to have people fighting.”

“I know. It’s funny, but now that we fought—and all the other things that happened—I feel as though it’s all out of my system now. I hope so.”

“I do too, but do not worry. We have an ample supply of ginger, just in case.”

At the mention of the hateful root, Brittany startled and glared at her husband. “There was nothing funny about that. It burned.”

“You had several chances to apologize, or behave yourself so you didn’t have to apologize at all, but you chose not to. Actions have consequences.”

“Please,” Brittany said. “It’s our wedding night. Let’s stop talking about it.”

“Agreed.” Daniel dipped a large old-fashioned sponge into the water and squeezed it over her until little rivulets streamed down her naked body. He repeated the process several times and then lathered his hands with soap and washed her thoroughly, paying particular attention to her breasts.

Brittany giggled. “Really, Daniel, they aren’t that dirty, are they?”

“You can never be too sure about these things.” He used both hands to cover her breasts with another layer of suds and then massaged them with laborious attention to detail. By the time he finished, Brittany was writhing and the water threatened to splash over the sides of the metal basin.

Daniel used the sponge to rinse her again and then directed his attention to the lower part of her body. Her bent knees butterflied open and he ran the sponge along first one thigh and then the other, stopping just before reaching the lips of her pussy. Frustrated, Brittany groaned and raised her hips out of the water. “Please,” she whispered.

“Not just yet.” He repeated the cleansing of her thighs, even more slowly, before finally soaping up the lips to her womanhood and sliding his fingers in and out of her. With her hips still jutting out above the water of the tub, Brittany’s knees began to quiver and her feet slipped a bit on the slick floor of the tub. She was torn between lowering her hips and moving her needy pussy further from Daniel’s touch, or possibly losing her balance and submerging.

Daniel noticed her predicament and tapped her hip. “Sit back down,” he said.

“But, it feels so good.”

“Do we need to have another discussion about what happens when you do not follow my instructions?”

Brittany complied.

“Good. Now, let me help.” Daniel took her hand and then guided her so that she was on all fours.

“Aren’t I clean enough, yet?” she asked. “I really want to feel you inside me, Daniel.”

“Like this?” Now with unfettered access to her pussy, Daniel’s index finger moved into her hot core and Brittany inhaled sharply.

“Yes, just like that.”

Daniel pumped his finger, and then two, in and out of her and Brittany closed her eyes and reveled in each hard thrust. “Oh, yes!”

While he continued to pound into her pussy with his fingers, Daniel sponged more water onto her bottom with the other hand. The water trailed down the cheeks of her ass while his fingers tormented her pussy. Next, he one-handedly soaped up the crack of her ass, paying particular attention to her puckered hole.

In the haze of her intensifying climax, Brittany was aware of the sensations, but had not the alertness to anticipate what might occur next. She gritted her teeth and pushed back against his fingers, willing them deeper and deeper inside her. The walls of her yearning pussy clenched around his digits and just as she was about to come, Daniel opened her cheeks and jammed his soapy finger into her ass.

“Ahh… ah…” She could not form a coherent thought or speak a complete word. His finger moved past the ring of her bottom hole and deep into that private passage. Stars danced in front of her eyes and her breath stalled in her chest. Daniel worked his finger round and round and in and out of her ass and she feared she might faint from the sheer decadent pleasure coursing through her body.

Her elbows began to weaken but she managed to grab onto the front of the tub for support before she screamed out her orgasm, her voice echoing off the walls. Just when she feared her limbs would not be able to support her, Daniel lifted her from the water and wrapped her in a soft towel. He cradled her in his arms and whispered endearments against her temple before laying her upon their bed.

Daniel reverently dried his wife’s body. She was his treasure and his ministrations reflected that belief. After blotting the moisture from her torso, he toweled off her arms then scrupulously attended to her hands and fingers. He repeated the action on her lower extremities.

When the task was complete, he took in the scene—his stunning wife luxuriating upon his bed, her alabaster skin glowing in the waning light of their wedding day. She smiled up at him and inched toward the center of the bed. “Thank you,” she said, her eyes soft with affection. Her hand reached out to him. “Join me?”

Stripping off his clothing and leaving them in a pile on the floor, he lay next to her on the bed and trailed his fingers from her shoulder to her hip. “You are so beautiful, my wife.”

She turned so they were facing each other; her blue eyes sparkled as she gazed at him. “You aren’t too difficult on the eyes either.” Her compliment warmed his heart. At that moment, he realized that more than anything in the world, he wanted to please her. Earn her confidence and trust.

Deserve her love.

He brushed the still damp hair away from her face and cupped the back of her head, pulling her to him for a delicate kiss filled with all the words he wanted to say.

When the kiss ended, he straddled his wife and laid a trail of kisses from her neck to her breasts, then her navel and further south to the scarlet curls of her mound. Brittany stroked her hands through his hair and held him in place—though he had no intention of moving—when he opened her thighs and laved the sweet lips of her pussy.

Her hands clenched against his scalp while he indulged in the divine taste of her. She moaned and pushed toward him. His wife was an eager lover and he was a lucky man. Sliding his palms beneath her, he squeezed the cheeks of her ass between his fingers while his tongue flicked over her clit. Bucking beneath him, she rode his mouth until she came in a hot, wet gush.

She was spent, yet incomplete. Brittany needed Daniel inside her now . Gathering her strength and resolve, she guided his face from her pussy to her mouth. Kissing him, she tasted her own essence on his mouth, as though she was part of him.

Her thighs opened to him and she wriggled until his cock was tantalizingly close to her core. “Please,” she begged.

Raising himself above her, Daniel paused with his cock at the entrance to her pussy. “I love you, my wife,” he said before sliding into her.

Brittany’s mouth fell open and tears burned at the corners of her eyes. This was all she’d ever wanted—to be loved, to belong. “I-I love you too,” she whispered, as though speaking the words too loudly would tempt fate.

He captured her mouth and kissed her with an unbridled ardor she had never experienced before. His cock filler her pussy and his tongue filled her mouth. Love for him filled her heart.

Sliding her hands the length of his muscled arms, she gripped his shoulders and held him to her with an intensity that frightened her.

The kiss ended and she clung to him, desperate to keep him near. He gazed deep into her eyes. “You are mine now, Brittany. I will never leave you and I will always protect you.”

His words of promise and protection touched her nearly as much as his declaration of love.

She placed a tender kiss on his chest before gazing up at him. “I-I hope I can be a good wife,” she whispered.

“You will be the perfect wife for me,” he replied.

During their conversation, he had stilled his movements in her pussy, but no longer able to hold back, Daniel pumped in and out of her. She arched to meet his strokes. When he pulled nearly all the way out, she whimpered and strained to reclaim their connection.

Reaching around, she grabbed hold of both cheeks of his ass, burying her fingers in the hard muscles of his glutes. “Mmmm,” she said, pulling him closer to her hot core until he was fully sheathed inside her. At first he was restrained but within just a few strokes, he picked up the pace, pounding into her with a frenzy and need that had the headboard rattling against the wall.

Brittany wrapped her legs around his hips and held on as her husband claimed her in a storm of passion. Another orgasm built strength inside her and just as Daniel came in a glorious tumult inside her, Brittany climaxed in a dizzying spiral of completion.

Spent, they held each other, their hearts pounding against each other at a breakneck pace. After a few moments, he braced himself above her and covered her face with tender kisses. When he finished, Brittany gazed down the length of their bodies to where they were joined together.

She was his. Forever. No matter what the future might hold, they would face it together.

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