Chapter 11

Ican't believe she is mine. Legally and wholly. Knowing that this goddess is as hungry for me as I am for her, is making my dick ache and it is a feeling I can fix now but first we have to get in the air and head home. I don't want this hanging over our heads not a second longer. We need to face it and get on with our lives.

"Do you have everything, Piccola?" She has been grabbing everything that was bought for her and packing it into the luggage that was delivered while we were making our vows.

"Almost. Just packing up the bathroom stuff." She runs past me, kisses my lips and keeps going. I love how she is becoming more comfortable with me. It makes me want to puff my chest out knowing that the moment we said our vows, I could see the security in her eyes.

The buzzing in my pocket alerts me to an incoming call. Pulling it from my pocket, I see it is the pilot calling.

"Mister St. Claire. Everything is ready. Will you be coming soon?"

"Yes. We should arrive at the airstrip in twenty minutes."

"Very well sir. Is there anything else we should have prepared?"

"Yes. The bedroom and some snacks we can eat in bed."

"As you wish. See you soon." My mind keeps going over anything I might have missed. This will be a short flight, ninety minutes, but in that time I can fuck her like my life depends on it, because it might and it will make her my wife in all ways.

Ten minutes later we are in the waiting car driving to the airstrip. Her ass is sitting on my lap, teasing my dick, causing him to spit all over my thighs. I feel her wiggle and I know she is doing it on purpose due to the smirk on her face while she is looking forward. Smack. I hit the side of her thigh. She gasps and turns around, shocked that I did that.

"Stop teasing me, Piccola. The more you play with my cock, before he can get inside of you, the more of an animal you are going to make me." I look in her eyes so she can see the truth. I think I am also testing her. I know she says she is ready, but I am not sure and the last thing I want is to trigger something inside of her while she is trying to heal.

"I don't want you to hold back, Larabee. I want all of you. You make me feel protected, sexy and like I can heal and be free." She can be free. Just not from me.

"Be careful what you ask for, Piccola. I am a jealous man. I will be possessive, overprotective and you will never shake me. I aim to make you dependent on me, so you look to me for everything, Piccola. I will want to pick out your clothes, make sure you eat, and I will forbid things I think will be dangerous to you. You will be my wife, my life, and my possession. But I will demand full authority over your life. So you see, make sure this is what you want before you let me slide into that wet pussy and put my child inside of you."

While I am telling her the truth, I have slid my fingers under her panties and begun rubbing it up and down her clit. With each word her pussy gushes more and more. Hmm. Seems like my girl likes a dominant hand.

She moans against my neck, her ass moving against my pants chasing her orgasm. I rub her detonation button, fast and then slow over and over. My eyes close trying to stop my own orgasm.

"Please, please, please," she begs, shaking and gripping my shirt. When I feel her pussy clench against my finger that is sliding in and out of her, spreading her desire all over her, I pull my hand out. "No!" She screams looking at me in surprise. I put my fingers up to my nose and inhale her lavender and cinnamon scent before putting it into my mouth.

"The next time you come it will be around my cock, Piccola." She begins to pout, and it makes me chuckle. "So fucking adorable." She frowns even more at the term of endearment, but before she can answer, the car strops. My door is opened. I place her on the seat so I can get out first. Holding my hand out to her, my fingers tingle when she takes it and laces them together.

"Welcome Mr. and Mrs. St. Clair. Everything you requested is ready." Fuck I want to make him address her once more with my last name attached to hers, but I settle for walking right through the plane and into the bedroom. The light in the room is low, with a pinkish sort of glow. There are roses on the bed and a covered tray on the side table which I am sure has a variety of accoutrement on it.

"Lar, it looks so beautiful." My breath stills and my heart begins to beat in a steady rhythm for the first time. The fact that she created a name for me that now only she can use literally sucks the air from my lungs. I prowl towards her, my nostrils flaring, utterly destroyed and undone at the same time.

"Say it again," I command as I stand in front of her and slide my finger under the strap of the dress she changed into while she was packing. Leaning, I kiss her shoulder moving up to her neck, once again my tongue snaking out following the trail.

"W-what? Say what again?" she barely utters. I slide the other strap down and whisper in her ear.

"The name you called me, Piccola. Say it again." My ears ache to hear the name of safety and trust leave her mouth again in the form of a name she has chosen. I can hear the ache in her gasp and moan when the dress falls and gets stuck on her plump tits. Stepping back, I look at her just like this, memorizing the last moment she is going to be innocent before she is made my woman. My wife. My toy. Mine. "Man, you're beautiful. Say it again, Satine. Say it so I can put us both out of our misery." She licks her lips and looks at me from underneath her lashes.

"Lar. Lar, my hero. My protector. My husband." My eyes never leave hers through that serenade of words from her lips, but now, now I am focused on the picture of virtue before me and how I would like to sully it. Change it and mash it up until she is reborn, remade and remastered into a woman. My woman. My possession that is no longer afraid, but strong. No longer in pain but instead empowered. And no longer innocent, but is instead a cum slut, a toy, a cave for my cock to live breathe in, and breed in.

"Fuck," I let out, wiping my hands down my face when her dress but stops on the peak of her nipples as she falls to her knees. She is trying to unbuckle my belt, but I halt her with my hands. The visions going through my mind are making cock even harder. Hell the fucker is already inching up trying to unattach my belt. "Do you have any idea what I want to do to you, Piccola?"

"No. Tell me," she says, licking her lips.

"Things I shouldn't want to do with a pure angel like you, but it is too late. You said your vows to me and now I own you. I accentuate my point by slapping each one of her tits over and over, salivating when they bounces, and her dress falls all the way off. When she moans my cock begins to throb looking at the red skin from my hand. "You are a goddess, Satine. Pure divinity and light." I move closer and lightly brush my fingers on the side of her cheek. "You are kindness and innocence. Love and patience." Moving closer, I lift her up and my fingers slide through the band of her see through panties. I clock her fast breaths and the number of times she licks her lips. I can feel the rapidly beating heart inside of her, anticipating what I am going to do next. Slowly, I lean and put my mouth to hers, sliding my tongue inside of it, tasting her sweet wet licks. Then, when her hands come up around my neck, something in me snaps.

My hands, which were on her waist, move up and grip her hair pulling it back, angling it with brute force only a woman meant for me would be able to take. I am sure she is going to try to escape me, but instead she moves further into me, her legs trying to move around my waist. I pull back and once again look into her eyes needing to make sure she really wants this.

"Lar, why have you stopped?" Fuck am I going to want to cry and fuck her blind every time she calls me that?

"Say you want this, Satine. Tell me you are not just here to be free. I need the words before I go mad and take what you don't really want to give." She steps back from me, and my soul begins to crack thinking she is going to turn away. Instead, she shimmy's her panties down the rest of the way and moves to the bed. I watch rapt with amazement as this tiny creature who has turned me inside out, lays on the bed and opens her legs.

"I need you, my hero." Holy shit!! I have to tell myself not to fall on her like the mannerless prick my dick is. She deserves better.

"Oh, angel. What a gift you are offering me." Slowly I begin to unbutton my shirt, throwing it across the room. "You have no idea how delicious you look in nothing but my rings, and dripping wet pussy waiting on me." The next thing to go are my pants, but I leave on my boxers, so she is not frightened by my scary dick glaring at her. She sucks in a breath and begins fidgeting on the bed.

"You look like a warrior." Her voice has hints of awe and desire. My chest puffs out, happy that she likes what she sees.

"Thank you, Piccola." When I am close enough to smell her I fall to my knees in worship of the woman that married me. I am unworthy of this moment, but this pussy now belongs to me, and I aim to prove it. "Oh baby, look at how wet you are." I say, blowing air on her clit that is peeking out at me. "Is all of this for me?" I am still not touching her, but my lungs are being resuscitated by the scent of honeysuckle and Jasmine.

"Lar," She moans my name, head moving back and forth. "Please." Smack. I pop her pussy to get her attention.

"You will be patient, Piccola. You will take what I give you. Say it."

"I will take what you give me," she cries, her breathing more labored as she fights to control herself. I watch as the wetness drips down her slit toward her asshole. The rougher I am with her, the wetter she gets.

I am done waiting. I put my face right against her pussy and roll my face around in it, baptizing myself in her innocence so that maybe when I fill her with darkness, some of the light will remain and I can give some of it back to her.

"Larabee!" She jumps, her back lifting off the bed. I put my arm over her waist to keep her still before sliding my tongue up the path of perfection and give thanks it belongs to me and only me.