Chapter 13
Haden
There is nothing sexier in the universe than Emilia’s epic orgasm.
I hadn’t planned on tormenting her with dirty words. It fell into place because she responded so strongly to my every word. The dirtier I spoke to her, the more aroused she became.
My girl nearly spontaneously orgasmed when I spoke of plugging her with my cock during the night, but when I added the chastity belt…
Fuck me. That is definitely going on my shopping list. The morning after we get married, she will sit down to breakfast with her pussy plugged by a locked device only I can control.
In fact, I think it would be better if the dildo also had batteries so I can force her to endure random vibrations throughout the day.
She’s sated and limp on my bed. Panting as I finally release her sensitive pussy to stand. I remove my clothes while she watches, including my boxer briefs.
Her eyes are wide, and she’s breathing heavily, but she doesn’t move. She probably can’t send messages to her limbs right now.
“Keep your legs wide, baby,” I order, standing between her spread thighs and gripping my cock.
She’s still dripping from her arousal and my saliva. I need more pictures, but I’ll take them after I come. I need the release.
She licks her lips, and her mouth opens as if she’s going to speak.
I shake my head. “No talking, baby. No touching either. Just watch.”
My girl lowers her gaze to my erection and stares while I slide my hand up and down the shaft. I’m holding back. I could come in two strokes, but I want this to last a bit longer than that.
Her pussy is so fucking sexy, all swollen and wet. I want to be inside her more than I want my next breath. The desire to fill her cunt with my semen makes me grit my teeth to keep from coming too fast. The thought of seeing my essence dripping out of her is enough to rattle my brain.
I can’t hold back any longer, nor can I resist the urge to mark her. When I come, I let my seed hit her inner thighs and her pussy. It’s the sexiest fucking sight in the world, and Emilia doesn’t move a muscle while I coat her.
If we were married, I would gather up all that wasted semen and push it inside her before plugging her to make sure it doesn’t leak out.
When did I turn into such a horny bastard hellbent on getting my girl pregnant?
I don’t know how or why this happened, but I don’t care.
It’s who I am now. It’s who we are. She might start her period tomorrow or soon after that, but hopefully it will be her last period for a long time.
Two weeks from now, when she’s the most fertile, she will be wearing my ring while I take her virginity and make her mine.
My cock is still hard when I release it. I need more pictures. She’s the fucking sexiest creature on Earth.
After grabbing my phone, I aim the camera at her pussy and click away. Zooming back out, I capture her face on the screen, too. She’s flushed and whimpering, pupils dilated, nipples hard points, arms trembling. But she doesn’t argue with me as I continue to capture her wanton image.
Finally, I set the phone down. My cock bobs in front of me as I place one palm between Emilia’s legs. With my other hand, I slowly drag the edge of my pointer through our combined come dripping from her labia, gathering as much of it as I can. I bring it to her mouth. “Open, baby.”
She whimpers as she parts her lips, letting me slide my come-covered finger into her.
“Good girl. Suck it clean.”
Her soft moans as she obeys me make my cock jump. Her gaze is fixed on mine, and she doesn’t hesitate to suck my finger clean.
When I pop my digit free of her greedy lips, I drag it between her breasts. “Do you want more, baby?” My voice is so deep I barely recognize it.
“Yes, please.”
Fuck. Me. “So polite. I like it when you’re well-behaved and agreeable,” I praise, watching her reaction to my dominance. She’s so relaxed, her mouth open, waiting for me to feed her more of our come.
Her gaze lowers to my still stiff erection. She doesn’t look away. So brave.
I’m fucking chest pumping in my head. With every passing minute, I know more definitively in my soul that Emilia is mine. I’m pushing her. It’s not fair, but I can’t help it.
And she passes every test. The fact that she so eagerly wants to please me… It’s everything. But more than that, she genuinely wants to taste us again.
This time, I gather it from her inner thigh. “We shouldn’t waste it, should we, baby?”
“No, Sir.” She opens wide and accepts my second offering.
“Such a good girl.”
“More, please,” she begs.
Pleased beyond measure, I drag my finger over her clit this time. “I wonder if you’re only letting me feed you my come because it feels good every time I touch your pussy.”
She moans around my pointer as she sucks it a third time.
“After we’re married, we’ll never waste my semen. It belongs in your cunt, your bottom, or your mouth. If it leaks out, I’ll push it back into one of those three holes.”
Her cheeks flush adorably. “Yes, Sir.”
Fuck, she’s perfection. Am I dreaming?
She’s had enough for tonight. If I keep teasing her pussy, she’ll get too worked up again. She needs to rest.
“Stay right where you are, jitterbug. I’m going to get a washcloth and clean you up.
But that’s my choice, not yours. When you get all messy, you don’t decide what happens next.
I do. Sometimes, you’ll sleep with my come on your thighs or leaking out of you.
Sometimes, I’ll wash it off you. My decision. ”
She nods as I watch her shudder. “Yes, Sir.”
The tiny bathroom is two feet from where I’m standing, so I’m able to keep an eye on her while I wet a cloth with warm water.
When I return, I can’t help myself. I keep tormenting her with my filthy words while I gently clean her folds and inner thighs.
“Since we’ll be working together, I’ll be able to take a break and fill you with my come in the middle of the day.
Could be your mouth, but when I fuck your cunt or bottom, you’ll keep it inside you afterward. ”
She nods as she bites her bottom lip.
“Sometimes, I’ll leave it to ooze out and coat your panties and soak the crotch of your jeans. Other times, I’ll plug your bottom or your pussy. You’ll like that, won’t you, baby?”
She nods again. “Yes, Sir.”
When I’m done cleaning her, I straighten her legs and reach for her hands. “Can you sit up for me?”
She manages with my help.
“Go potty, baby. And I left a spare toothbrush on the sink.” I pull her to her feet. “Leave the door open.”
She’s shaking as she pads toward the minuscule bathroom. It’s actually difficult to enter and shut the door. I never shut it when I’m in here alone. Too much trouble, but I won’t let her shut any bathroom door from now on. Not if I’m around.
I pull my boxer briefs on. They barely cover my still-rock-hard cock. I’d probably need to come two more times before I wouldn’t be stiff. And perhaps not even then.
I’ve never been this turned on by a woman. Sure, she’s fucking sexy. Hottest woman I’ve ever been enamored with. But it’s not just that. I love her spunk and determination. And now that I’m finding out how submissive she can be…
She brushes her teeth first. I cross my arms and watch her as she slowly rinses and wipes her mouth and fingers on the towel. When she turns around, I’m staring at her, brow raised, waiting.
She sighs. “You’re going to watch?”
“Yes, baby. Get used to it.”
“Fine.” She sits her cute butt on the toilet, presses her thighs together, and leans her elbows on her knees. Staring at the floor, she finally manages to pee.
Being the overbearing Dom I am, I take a step closer, pull some toilet paper off the roll, and hand it to her.
Without a word, she wipes, flushes, and washes her hands.
I pin her into the small space with my palms on the door frame. “Next time I tell you to pee, you’ll spread your knees and keep your head up.”
I love her shudders. “Yes, Sir.”
Taking her hand, I lead her back to the bed. After pulling the covers down, I pat the mattress. “Climb into the center, baby.”
She hesitates. “Maybe I should go back to my room so I’m not doing a walk of shame in the morning.”
I shake my head. “Everyone knows we’re together, Emilia. They aren’t going to be shocked that we’re sharing a bed. If you want to sleep in your room tomorrow night, we will, but tonight we’re sleeping here.”
“So bossy,” she mutters, looking around. “Can I wear your T-shirt?”
“No. You’ll sleep naked.”
She continues to hesitate, her gaze on the bed.
I sit on the edge and pull her into the sliver of space between the bed and the wall of the RV. “Talk to me, jitterbug. What’s going through your head?”
“I’ve never slept in the same bed as someone else.
I’ve never slept naked. And that’s after ten other firsts.
I’ve never tasted come. I’ve never seen a cock.
I’ve never watched a man masturbate. I’ve never had a man’s mouth on my sex before today.
And you mentioned like a dozen things that have me fidgeting. How the hell am I supposed to sleep?”
I smile. “I’m sure you’re exhausted, baby. I bet you’ll fall asleep in no time. I need you in my arms at night. That starts tonight. You’ll never sleep alone again, baby. I’d lose my head if you were inside and I stayed out here.”
“But you’re not going to have sex with me?”
“Nope. Not until we’re married.”
She groans.
“What else is bothering you?”
Squeezing her thighs together, she licks her lips. “My cunt feels—” She slaps a hand over her mouth, eyes wide.
I chuckle. “Did you just say cunt?”
She nods as she lowers her hand. “It’s your fault. You said it so many times it got added to my internal dialogue, and now it’s slipped out of my mouth.”
I laugh harder. “How about if I agree to let you cuss, but only in the bedroom?” I hadn’t meant to make such a concession, but hearing my girl say cunt so flippantly has me rethinking my stance on naughty language.
Her shoulders relax.
“Now, what were you going to say about your cunt, baby?”
“It feels empty. You fucked with my head, and now, even after more than one orgasm, my pussy is unfulfilled.”
The biggest grin spreads on my face. “And this is why all four of those women in the house agreed to marry your brothers and cousins within weeks. See? Effective, huh? How long will you go before I wear you down?”
“Grrr.” She jerks her hand out of my grip and crawls onto the bed to flop down in the middle.
I reach for the light on the wall, turn it off, and drop to my side.
Manhandling my woman, I haul her into my embrace, spooning her.
Her hair is all over the place. The silky smoothness feels amazing against my chest. I bury my face in it and rub it against my cheek.
“You definitely don’t have permission to cut your hair, jitterbug.
If it gets in your way while you’re working, I’ll braid it or put it in a ponytail. ”
“You have a hair fetish, too?” she teases.
“I have a vision. Barefoot and pregnant with this long, gorgeous hair hanging down to your ass. I love staring at it. I’m going to enjoy watching you from behind for the rest of my life.
Every time I see it getting longer and longer, it will make my cock hard, knowing the reason it’s so long is because you’re obeying my orders. ”
“Haden…” she whispers.
“What? I’m just telling you my vision.”
“You’re making my pussy clench. That’s what you’re doing.”
“That’s because you’re submissive, baby. You thrive on being bossed around. It’s why we’re so good together.” I kiss her neck. “Sleep.”
“You can’t command someone to sleep.”
“I just did.”
“That isn’t going to make it automatically happen.”
“Take some deep breaths and let your mind relax.”
“Haden, you can’t order that either.” She wiggles her bottom against my cock.
“You have two choices. Either breathe deeply until you’re able to settle, or if you keep squirming, I’ll spank your bottom until it’s so red hot that you have a reason not to be sleeping.”
Her breath hitches. She remains statue-still.
“Good girl. Good choice.” I tuck my arm more firmly around her, my forearm pressing against the undersides of her breasts. They’re so soft and warm. Pert. Soon, they will fill out more with every passing week. After she gives birth, they’ll be heavy and dripping.
I can’t wait to wrap my lips around her thick teat and suckle her. It’s not a fetish I’ve ever contemplated until now, but Emilia is bringing out a surprising number of kinks I wasn’t fully aware I had in me.
I’ve never thought about having kids with any woman. I’ve never pictured any of my girlfriends growing round with my child. Huge tits that need milking? Wasn’t in my mental repertoire until today.
“Haden,” Emilia whispers, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Yes, baby?”
“I’m falling for you. You better not hurt me.”
I smile and kiss her neck again. “It’s good that you’re falling for me since you’re going to marry me in two weeks.”
She gasps and twists her head around. “Two weeks?”
I can see her features because plenty of moonlight is coming in through the small window above the sink.
Laughter coming from deep inside me shakes both of us. “Yep. If you start your period tomorrow, you’ll be the most fertile in two weeks. The timing is perfect.”
She sighs heavily and drops her head back onto my forearm. “You’re incorrigible.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet, jitterbug. Now, sleep.”