“Perfect.” He steps back to appraise me, one elbow leaning on his crossed arm, an index finger tapping his lips. His delicious, sultry lips that make me—”
“Math can be fun,” he interrupts my carnal musing. “I’ve been subtracting—now I’ll add something.” He walks behind me and in a moment I’m gagged with a soft leather strap of sorts. “Or things,” he adds in a wicked voice, buckling cuffs on my wrists and links them together behind my back.
“Here’s how we’re going to play it,” he whispers, taking time to nip gently on the outer shell of my ear. “You’re going to be entirely quiet while I do whatever I want to do to my spanking-brand-new wife. Or should I say my spanked brand new wife? Any little sound you make, even with the gag, will be heard by at least Nanette, and maybe even by the whole crew.” He gently tapped the wall behind the bed. “They’re right on the other side of it. Understand, my pretty?”
Oh, he’s evil. He knows I can’t be quiet, even at risk of intense nipple pain. But others hearing me? The ante is up, the stakes never being higher than now.
“Oh, almost forgot: if you need me to stop, I can still hear you speak through the gag—you just won’t be quite as loud or articulate.” He pats my cheek. “Now, stand up straight, and widen your stance.”
I slide my legs wider by about two inches and he slaps my thigh with something he’s holding in his hand. It’s soft but it stings. “Legs open, Ella.”
What is that? He puts it behind his back so I can’t see it. So I open them much wider now… and wait. He circles around me once, and then again, sending my nerves into high alert. What’s he going to do?
I have my answer in seconds as he drops down to his knees in one fluid motion and buries his face between my legs. I look down and see the straps of my garter trembling with the thighs they’re resting on. How am I supposed to stay vertical when his relentless tongue is going at me? My whole world becomes just his tongue and what it’s furiously circling right now. But just as I’m moving into my inevitable orgasm, he stops. Cold.
What? Why does he love to torture me? And now he probably feels officially sanctioned by our marriage license. Methinks, perhaps, that I’m in for it.
“Let’s add a few more variables, shall we?” He pulls down the gag, leaving it hanging around my throat. “Do you like math, Ella?”
“No. I hate it.”
“Tonight you’re going to have a change of heart. Close your eyes, baby, and do nothing but feel.”
“Hey, not that I was expecting you to go all sappy on me, but this is our wedding night. At least for tonight couldn’t we be a titch more romantic?”
His mouth drops open in mock surprise. “I am being romantic, Ella. Don’t you think?” He can’t disguise his mirth.
I roll my eyes and he wags his finger at me and says, “Eh, eh, eh. We’ll have none of that or I’ll have to spank you again. And I know your pretty little posterior is a bit tender already.”
Coming closer until his lips are just barely touching mine, he softly says, “I promise you, Ella, tonight I’m giving it all to you: everything I have to give, I will give, to my beautiful and sexy wife on our wedding night.”
Okay, I’ll play. After those heartfelt words, I’d jump into an active volcano for him.
He replaces the gag gently and then slips a blindfold over my eyes. “Not being able to see makes everything more intense but it also frees a person of inhibitions for some odd reason. I want you free to feel and revel in it, Ella.”
His voice is silky and deep and makes things shift deep inside me. A sharp contraction of lust nearly doubles me over as I listen intently to my new husband’s sexy baritone, instructing me in our sensuous game. My wrists are still cuffed behind my back. My garter belt, panties, and stockings slip away, the shoes replaced on my feet, leaving me only in my heels.
“Ella, be silent… and don’t come. Feel everything but control it. Are we clear?”
I nod because I have the gag in my mouth. This moment is intense; his lips are brushing against my ear as he whispers his requirements. I feel as if I can reach orgasm without him even touching me because his dripping-with-sexy voice alone is ripping me apart.
His warm breath leaves my neck and I wonder where he went… until I feel his satin lips gliding up my arm, from wrist to shoulder. Again they disappear only to return, this time on the back of my knee. This touch and go continues for, I don’t know, maybe ten minutes? Time feels elastic when you can’t watch it pass.