Chapter 23
Dallas
“You’re the most stunning woman in the world,” I tell my gorgeous bride as we sway back and forth in the foyer. We didn’t exactly have music after the ceremony, but I still want to dance with my wife for a few minutes before we go upstairs.
“You’re pretty handsome yourself, Dallas.”
I bring her fingers to my lips and kiss her knuckles. “It’s so quiet and peaceful here. It’s never been this quiet in this creepy mansion from the moment I arrived.”
Everyone else went into town to stay at a bed and breakfast for the night. They joked that if we all keep marrying every other week, the local B&Bs won’t be able to accommodate everyone for many more wedding nights.
Arriana smiles up at me. “I’m sorry your parents couldn’t be here.”
“I’m sorry yours couldn’t either, baby.” Her situation is more tragic than mine. My father and his wife are alive. They just couldn’t manage to get here from Europe on such short notice. They rarely come to the States, so I’m not sure they would have put forth much of an effort anyway.
“I like to think they know and they’re smiling at me.”
“I’m certain they are.”
She sighs. “For a long time, I was so angry with my father. Why did he have to take my mother from me? It was so selfish. But I had a lot of counseling, and I understand now that he was not in his right mind. He had a mental illness. I’m sure he loved me.”
“I’m sure he did, baby,” I reassure her.
How could anyone not love her? I’ve only known about her parents for a few days, so I’m not in the same place as her yet.
I would never say anything to upset her, but I’m in the stage of thinking that her father was pretty fucking selfish.
I get it, but it’s hard to swallow. He left a fifteen-year-old girl alone in the world.
She’s mine now. I will cherish and worship her for the rest of our lives.
She licks her lips. “Promise me if you ever feel even an inkling of depression, you’ll say something and get help.”
“I promise, baby. I swear to it. I can’t imagine ever doing anything besides worshipping the ground you walk on for the rest of my days, so if you ever notice otherwise, you fucking tell my brother and sister and get help.
” I can’t fathom being that off, but I want my girl to feel safe, and the best way I know to do so is to give her permission to get help for me if she ever thinks otherwise.
She leans into me. “I love you.”
“Baby, I love you, too. So much it hurts.”
“Speaking of hurts, I know I’ve begged you to fuck me quite a few times, but please will you be gentle with me this first time? I’m kind of nervous.”
“I’ll be the gentlest lover on Earth, Arianna. I’m a smart guy. I know it will hurt some the first time, but I’ll do everything in my power to minimize that pain.”
I bend my knees, tuck my hands under her bottom, and lift her off her feet to hold her against me, eye-to-eye.
I love the way she winces slightly when I grip her butt cheeks.
I spanked her right before the ceremony.
It helped her relax, especially since I also rubbed her clit, giving her a pre-wedding orgasm.
She wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. “Let’s go upstairs.”
I’m not sure who’s more nervous about the next few hours, me or her. I know she’s stressed about having sex for the first time, but I’m also stressed because I want it to be perfect for her. I can only do so much toward that goal.
My girl holds my gaze as I kick our bedroom door shut. Her fingers thread in my hair. “Are you sure you’re okay with staying here instead of going to a hotel this weekend?”
I walk us over to the bed, lower her to her back, and lean over. I don’t have much choice because her legs are still wrapped tightly around my middle, the material of her dress bunched up between us. “Baby, of course. I totally understand.”
She doesn’t like to harp on about it constantly, but being found by the press has rattled her greatly. She’d rather hide out on the grounds of the Wilde mansion than go somewhere and risk being spotted.
“We’ll wait a bit for the madness to die down, and when you’re comfortable, we’ll go away for a week. Maybe a private bungalow somewhere. I’m pretty sure the place Tiago and Reagan just returned from was very private. It was in Florida.”
She smiles. “I’d like that.” She’s trembling. She never gets this nervous around me.
The only way I know to loosen her up and help her relax is to worship her body, so I lower my lips to hers and kiss her. I start gently, sweet nibbles along her lips, but after a few minutes, I stroke the seam with my tongue, demanding entry.
I kiss Arianna as though our lives depend on it, sucking on her lips and her tongue, devouring her until she’s moaning. When I finally release her, she’s panting heavily. She’s also no longer wrapping her legs around my waist with a death grip.
I lean back and roll my girl onto her front so I can lower the zipper down the back of her dress.
It was the perfect choice for today. She was a combination of stunningly sexy and youthful.
It suited her, and I couldn’t stop smiling all through the ceremony and afterward.
But now I want the material out of the way.
After parting the pale pink material to expose her back, I kiss a line down her spine, loving the way she squirms. When I reach the lace of her panties, I can’t resist spreading her knees with my thigh until she whimpers and arches her ass upward. The skirt of her dress rides up around her waist.
“Dallas…”
The scrap of lace that serves as panties makes my cock harder than if she were totally naked. I consider yanking them off, but I suspect that would make her pissed. She isn’t a fan of ruined panties.
I trail kisses up her back until I get to her ear. “Come onto your hands and knees, baby.”
She scrambles to obey me, and fuck…I’ll never get tired of her sexy body. I’m certain I will find her even sexier with every passing month as soon as she’s pregnant, but this particular position makes me salivate.
The dress falls away, and I tap her knees one at a time to completely remove it. The shudder that wracks her body makes her full breasts sway. Her nipples are hard points, begging for attention.
I step back to stare at her while I remove my clothes, taking my time, soaking in every moment of this. When I’m down to my boxer briefs, I step closer. My cock is hard as fuck, but it’s going to have to wait a while longer.
Now is a good time to share the juicy tidbit of information I’m aware of. I’ve been holding back, waiting for the right moment. I bend down to pull a gift bag from under the bed where I stashed it earlier. When I set it next to her, she glances in that direction. “What’s that?”
“Mmm…” I stroke her back up and down before stepping behind her so I can pull her panties over her hips and down her legs. “Spread your knees, naughty girl.”
“Dallas…” Her voice is wobbly, but she does as she’s told.
“Remember the other night when you were reading before bed and I snagged your e-reader out of your hand and set it on the nightstand before ravaging your body?”
She whimpers. I love that sound.
“I’m going to need more than a sexy moan from you, wife.”
She trembles. “Yes, Sir. I remember.”
“You were soaking wet. Your pussy was dripping before I even touched you.”
“I’ve been wet since I met you,” she argues.
I chuckle. “Nice try. After I ate your pretty pussy, I let you use the bathroom alone. Guess what I did while you were in the bathroom?”
She gasps as she jerks her gaze to the nightstand.
“Yeah, I opened the book you were reading. It was…enlightening.”
Her arms start shaking as she glances at the gift bag again.
“What do you think is in the bag, baby?”
“Dallas… Just because I read something doesn’t mean I want to try it.”
“Ah, but it does mean you find it sexy. I checked. There are a dozen romance novels in your e-reader about breeding and milking. One of them even had hucow in the title. I had to Google that term. Were you reading about being milked before I met you, Arianna?” I’m confident about the answer, but I love tormenting her.
“No, Sir,” she whispers.
“Did you even know such a kink existed, baby?”
“No, Sir.” She arches her head back. “It’s your fault, Dallas. I was intrigued. I wanted to learn more.”
“And one book wasn’t enough? You wanted to learn even more ?” When she doesn’t respond, I thread my fingers in her hair and pull her head back farther, forcing her to arch her back. I lean over so my face is in her line of sight and lift a brow.
“Yes, Sir,” she blurts.
“Should I open one of the books and read aloud from one of the sections you highlighted?”
She gasps. “No, Sir. Please don’t.” Her cheeks turn bright pink.
“Would you like to see what’s in the gift bag, baby?”
She shakes her head. “I don’t think so.”
I kiss her neck and whisper into her ear. “I think you do.” I trail my fingers down to her bottom and then lower until I can stroke through her folds. She’s soaked. If she weren’t, I wouldn’t pursue this. But she is, and she moans as I tease her wet opening.
When I pull my fingers away, I make a big production out of sucking them clean before reaching into the bag. “Consider it a wedding gift.”
“Whatever’s in that bag, I don’t think it’s a common wedding gift.”
I chuckle. “I bet it’s not very uncommon in my family.” I lift out the simple breast pump. It’s not the expensive kind we will need after she gives birth. For what I have in mind, we don’t need that kind of power. I just want enough suction for Arianna to experience the sensation of being milked.
She rocks backward.
I stop her with a swat to her bottom. “Stay on all fours, baby. The heroines in your books like to be pumped in this position.” I set the pump under her tits before standing between her spread legs so I can slide my palms up and cup her heavy breasts.
If I’m not mistaken, the thought of me attaching this pump to her is making her breasts swell.
I squeeze the globes and pinch her nipples, tugging on them when she squirms.
“Dallas…” Her tone is breathy.
I lean over her back and nibble on her ear. “You’re curious.”
“I’m nervous. It’s so…filthy.”
“We’re kind of kinky, aren’t we?”
“Mostly you,” she mutters.
I laugh. “All I do is plant ideas. You’re the one who gets turned on every time I suggest something.”
“Dallas…”
I twist and pull on her nipples. “You want to know what it will feel like for me to milk you, Arianna. So curious that you bought books that made you horny.”
My girl moans loudly.
I squeeze her tits again, roughly this time.
“Pretend these are filled with milk. Pretend I just fed our son a bottle and tucked him back into his crib without bringing him to your breast. Your tits are aching and full. You’re desperate to have your milk extracted.
I’ve made you wait. I’ve been pumping them after every feeding for weeks, so they’re producing far more than necessary, which makes them doubly tight and hard when I don’t let you nurse. ”
Arianna is panting. Her body is rocking back and forth as much as I’ll allow. After all, I’m between her legs. My hands are wrapped around her globes. She can do little besides rock her bottom against my chest.
Her reaction is so intense that I continue, “Do you know what will happen to your udders when they aren’t milked regularly?”
She’s breathing heavily as she shakes her head.
“Milk will start leaking out of them. You won’t be able to stop it.
Sometimes, I’ll tie you to the headboard, legs wide, breasts hanging heavily, white cream dripping from your teats.
” I’m pulling these extra filthy words from the hucow book she’s reading.
It didn’t take me long to look it up and figure out what might turn her on.
“Oh, God…” She bucks her body, but I don’t give her much room.
I set my lips directly on her ear and whisper. “I’ll make you beg me to milk you, baby.”
She arches, a long groan escaping her lips.
“Do it,” I continue. “Ask me to milk your teats, Arianna.” I only planned the first part of this—arranging her on all fours before setting the gift next to her. I’m taking every cue from her now. She’s so horny she probably can’t focus.
“Please…” she murmurs.
“Please, what, baby?”
She shivers, hesitating before saying, “Please milk me, Sir.”
“Good girl.”
I release her tits, but before I do anything else, I reach back under the bed and pull out the spreader bar I purchased with the pump.
Arianna jerks her head to look over her shoulder at me as I cuff first one ankle and then the other to the bar. I widen it obscenely, forcing her knees to part farther.
She makes little whimpering sounds as she watches me hook the cups to her breasts. When I turn the machine on low, starting the suction, she gasps.
I set one hand on her lower back to steady her and slide my other between her legs to find her pussy wetter than ever. I’m mesmerized, watching my girl’s tits getting rhythmically sucked into the cups. “How does it feel, baby?”
“Weird… Intense… Sexy…”
I smile. Those are good adjectives. I watch her face in awe as I continue to stroke through her folds. I’m not providing her with enough direct contact to her clit. I want her so fucking horny that she won’t notice the twinge of pain that will occur the moment I thrust into her.