I Do - Full Version

I Do

Tara dried herself with the plush towel the resort provided. Dropping the towel, she stood in front of the mirror and picked up her brush, pulling it through her dripping white-blond locks. She smiled, her mind wandering as she counted her strokes.

The ceremony was damn near perfect. There hadn’t been a single hitch – until it had come time for her to say “I do”. She’d hesitated. A breath of a moment, but Trace caught it and the hurt was evident in his russet eyes.

Still, he kissed her sweetly, his hand settling on the nape of her neck as he pulled her to him. “You’ll pay for that,” he whispered.

Once at the small beach house, he helped her out of the enormous white dress and ordered her into the shower. She heard the cottage door open and close as she stepped beneath the steaming spray of water.

A hundred strokes in, she put down the brush and opened the bathroom door. He wasn’t back. She walked across the carpeted room and stood in front of the window. The ocean was alive and only twenty yards from the porch. She could hear the waves lapping at the sand, the call of the seagulls, the calm peace of isolation.

The door opened. Trace sauntered in, his bald head glistening as though he’d just showered as well. His favorite blue jeans hung loosely around his hips, the button open. A black leather belt she didn’t recognize was slung over his bare shoulder. Sand coated his bare feet. She stared at him, her mouth watering.

This was the man she loved. He was a God, in all rights. His body was solidly built, his muscles so defined, he oozed strength and control. The tattoo covering his right shoulder was tribal with her name hidden within it. The silver chain she’d given him after they’d been together a year, a small key (the key to her heart) dangling from it, rested beautifully against the bronzed skin of his chest.

“I missed you,” Tara purred as he shut the door behind him.

He didn’t answer. His eyes flamed with desire as they wandered her lush curves. He stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes meeting hers and gave her a crooked grin.

“Trace,” she started, “I’m so sorry.”

Holding up his hand, he shook his head. “You are going to make up for that, there’s no reason to add an apology.” He bent and pulled a bag from beneath the bed. “That small hesitance made me realize something.”

She watched him, nervousness flickering low in her belly even as her muscles clenched and her nipples tingled. “What?”

“I’ve been too easy with you,” he answered as he set the bag on the nightstand before closing the distance between them. “After tonight, there won’t be any doubt left that it’s me you want.”

Tara started to respond, reaching out towards him, but he again silenced her, his mouth covering hers. Tara shied from him as his kiss turned urgent. His chest pressed against hers, the heat of his skin searing hers as the leather of the belt sobered her. He turned them, backing her up until she felt the bed bump the backs of her legs. He lifted her easily, released her mouth, and set her on it.

“Here are the rules.” Trace tilted her chin so she looked up into his eyes. “The only words you are allowed to say, Wife, are ‘I do’. Nothing else.”

She nodded, her eyes sparkling. She reached out, needing physical contact, but he gathered her hands in one of his and placed them in her lap.

“You do not touch me unless told.”

Again, Tara nodded.

“You’ve been very bad, Wife. Already, on our wedding day.” Trace reached for his zipper. “Do you want me naked?”

Tara’s eyes drifted to the bulging fly of his jeans. He was hard already. “I do.”

Slowly, he pulled at the zipper, allowing his cock to spring free. He watched her all the while, his hands sliding beneath the waist of the pants as he pushed them over his hips. “Touch me,” he demanded.

Tara reached out and wrapped her slender fingers around him, her breath catching when he pulsed against her.

“I want you, Tara.” He pulled away from her. “Don't ever doubt that.” He stepped away. “Get on your hands and knees.”

Tara moved up the bed on all fours, her breasts hanging and swaying with each movement. He reached out and cupped one of the small globes in his hand, rolling her nipple between his callused finger and thumb. “This makes me hot, Wife, seeing you like this. Stay like this.” He pinched her nipple, applying pressure until it hardened to the point of pain. “Do you like me hot for you?”

“I do,” she cried.

He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself behind her stretching both arms under her to pull and caress her nipples. Her back arched into his chest. She stilled when she felt the belt still hanging across him.

Warm air teased the small of her back as his lips descended on the sensitive skin there. She dropped her head, sucking air into her lungs in long draws. He released her breasts, leaving them to ache as they hung. She heard the rustle of the bag as he moved around behind her.

“Lift your head,” he ordered.

She obeyed and then started to protest as he blindfolded her. He bit her shoulder gently. “Tonight, 'no' is not in your vocabulary. It’s only ‘I do’, remember?”

“I do.”

“Good girl.” He patted her bare bottom before settling back on his haunches. “Whatever happens, from this point, you don’t move unless I tell you to. You don’t come, unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”

She hesitated.

Trace pulled the belt from his shoulder and folded it in half. He counted to three and when she still hadn’t answered, he pulled his arm back and then released it, allowing the belt to slap softly across her buttocks as he spoke, “Answer me, Wife, do you understand?”

She cried out as the leather met her skin. “I do!”

Reaching into the bag, Trace removed a tube of lubrication and a pink rubber dildo, along with a small, soft, rubber-tipped whip. In front of him, Tara stayed perfectly still, her breathing shallow. Taking the whip in his hand, he rose over her and let the cold tips touch the skin at the base of her neck. She gasped as he slowly moved his hand downwards, pulling the tails over her spine and between her well-shaped butt-cheeks. She shivered.

Taking his cock in his hand, he stroked it slowly as he nudged her knees further apart with one of his own before tracing the pink folds of skin with the whip. Her hips bucked slightly as he flicked his wrist, the whip sensually biting into her labia.

“Do you like that,” he asked her gruffly.

She sighed. “I do.”

He flicked his wrist again, a bit harder this time and squeezed his mushroomed head as she cried out. He was so hot, he wanted to bury himself within her, but it wasn’t time yet. “You really hurt me today, Wife. Hesitation is not good.”

He snapped his wrist three times in succession, the third time positioning the nubbed extensions over her clit. Her body tensed and she stifled a moan. Dropping the whip onto the bed between her legs he picked up the belt as he prepared to ask her the next question. He’d been asking for two years. The answer had always been no.

“Tara, I want my cock into your ass tonight. Do you want it?” He waited, counted to three. He raised his arm. She cried out as he allowed the leather to fall across her skin. Still, she didn’t say the words. “You’ll be begging before it’s over, Tara.” He bent, his tongue tracing the thin pink mark rising on her pale skin.

Cock throbbing, Trace dropped the belt back onto the bed and reached between her legs. She’d shaved. Her skin was silky smooth, completely hairless, just the way he liked it. “You shaved for me; do you want me to lick your pussy?”

She shuddered against his hand. “I do!”

“Turn over for me. Spread your legs.”

Tara moved quickly, readjusting herself as he’d instructed.

Trace nearly choked as he took in the site of her creamy flesh spread out before him. Her clit was swollen, peeking from beneath its sheltering hood. Her nipples were tightly pebbled, nearly crimson. Her lips were parted and she panted heavily.

“Touch yourself for me,” he ordered as he reached back into the bag and pulled out two small nipple clamps.

Tara reached down, her hand gliding over her taut stomach until her fingers timidly touched tender flesh. She gasped as Trace closed one clamp around a nipple. Her tongue darted out, moistening her lips as she slid her forefinger across her clit.

Trace quickly fastened the other clamp to her second nipple and attached small hooks hanging from an elegant chain to each. Experimenting, he gave a gentle tug, smiling when her back arched and her finger pressed harder against her clit. Again he took himself in his fist and gave several rough pumps, shivering as his cock pulsed.

“Spread your lips for me.”

She obeyed, reaching down with her other hand and spread herself open for him. He dropped his head, bending his body to allow the position to taste her. He kissed her fingers first, then the crease where her thighs met the vee between. His tongue snaked out, licking her clit forcefully as he tugged the chain.

“Trace,” she exclaimed.

He pulled back, picking up the small whip. He gave her two lashes, watching as the rubber bounced mercilessly off her clit. She screamed, her head swinging from side to side. He bent and suckled the engorged nub into his mouth.

Her hips bucked, her hands dug into the bed covers. He licked her, sucked her, traced a path from her swollen bud to the dripping entrance of her pussy, before putting a hand under her bottom and lifting her so he could taste the pucker of her anus. When she shook her head, Trace chuckled. He let her go and reached into the bag, removing a third clamp. With careful fingers, he bared her clit and slid the clamp into place. Tara squirmed as he fastened the third hook of the chain onto the clamp.

He went back to his previous mission. Tensing, Tara tried to pull away from his adventurous tongue, but he refused to allow her escape. He jerked the chain. Her muscles clenched and he felt the wrinkled skin tighten around his tongue. He pressed forward, using his tongue as a spear and breached the virgin flesh. With each stab, he tugged harder on the chain until she was whimpering and her body was pulsing with need.

“Do you want to come?”

“I do,” she answered breathlessly.

He tugged the chain. “Not yet.”

When she cried out in frustration, he applied pressure to the chain and jiggled it. “If you come before I say it’s okay, there will be punishment. Do you understand?”

She nodded, her teeth digging into her bottom lip.

Trace bent and licked the swollen tip of her clit protruding from the clamp. She jerked and dug her heels into the bed.

“Turn back over, Wife, onto your hands and knees.”

Tara moved slowly, her body twitching as every movement forced the chain to wiggle and tug on her sensitive buds.

Once she was back in position, Trace picked up the chain. He tugged gently. “Do you like this?”

“I do!”

“Do you want more of my tongue?”

“I do!”

Trace spread her ass-cheeks with his hands, giving himself complete access. He buried his tongue in her, stroking the tight flesh. Dropping his hands, he searched for the lubrication and the dildo as his tongue slid in and out of the slowly relaxing pucker. Finding both, he blindly opened the tube, lightly lubricated the dildo and slid it through her wet crease.

She pressed herself against the rubber, a low purr emanating from her chest as Trace tugged the chain with one hand and slid the head of the dildo into her waiting pussy. He matched the rhythm of his tongue to the thrusts of the dildo. When she started to clench around both the toy and his tongue, he lifted his face from her, gently nipping one cheek as he passed.

Careful not to lose the rhythm he had set with the rubber cock, he lubricated his first two fingers and as he slammed the thick dildo into her pulsing cunt, he slid the tip of his slick forefinger into her ass. She tightened immediately, crying out in resistance. He retreated.

The dildo had a small loop on the handle end and he hooked the chain into it, watching as her body tensed with each tug as he pleasured her with it.

“Oh, Trace, I can’t wait …” she cried, a sob buried in her throat.

He’d been waiting for this moment and quickened his pace with the toy, each thrust deep and fast. With his free hand he slapped her ass, hard enough to force a scream from her, even as she vibrated with need.

He bent his head once more, circling her second entrance with his tongue until she rocked back into him. He impaled her, using his lubed fingers to trace the sensitive skin as his tongue penetrated her. In one slow transfer, he pierced the tight ring with his finger, gently breaching the resisting muscles. When she didn't deny him, he slammed the dildo into her throbbing pussy and slowly began to slide his finger in and out of her ass. Her entire body shook as he added his second finger, stretching her. Tara was moving with him, her body begging for the things her mouth never could.

Finally he felt her give, felt the release of tension as she accepted him. She moaned and whimpered every time the dildo drove into her, and again each time he pulled it away from her, tugging the chain, forcing the clamps to tighten around her sensitive nipples and clit.

His dick was harder than it had ever been. Drops of pre-cum leaked from the head and it was pulsed erratically. His balls tightened and ached.

“Wife, do you want my cock in your ass?”

She cried out as he pulled his fingers from the space in question. “I do! I do! I do!”

Relief swept over him. He buried the dildo deep in her pussy and left it there. He grabbed the lubrication and spread a thick layer over his throbbing cock. He gripped her hips, aligned the purple head of his prick up with her tight hole and with his head thrown back, slowly guided the engorged head into her, stopping at the tight ring barrier.

With a shout, Tara ripped the blindfold from her eyes and turned to look at him over her shoulder. “Trace, please!” She reached between her legs and gripped the base of the dildo and began fucking herself with it. “Please!”

He grinned and reached beside her for the belt. He pulled his arm back and as he released the swing, allowing the leather to crack loudly across her glistening flesh, he thrust, entering her swiftly. She buried her face in the pillow and screamed, rocking her hips backwards even as she continued to move the dildo in and out of her slick pussy.

Trace tried to stay still to allow her to stretch and accommodate him, but she wouldn’t have it. She shoved her body backwards, impaling herself fully. He groaned as she engulfed him, her tight, hot ass swallowing his cock. He pulled back, only to slam back into her urgently. She cried his name, over and over again as he thrust into her, her voice raspy. He used the belt, allowing it to strike her skin with every other thrust.

His cock swelled to the point he thought he would explode; he could feel the tightness in his balls and belly and knew he wouldn't last much longer. “Do you want to come, Wife?”

“I do,” she screamed as her hand frantically gripped the dildo and tilted it upwards slightly.

Trace could feel the head of the toy pressing against her inner walls as it slid inside her. It was too much. “Come for me now,” he roared, even as he fought to hold back his own release.

She shattered. Her body tensed and twitched, her muscles clenched, and she cried out his name. She dropped the dildo, her body rejecting any further effort on her part as her pussy contracted and her ass tightened around him.

He kept on, his pace furious as he pounded into her. He reached down, grabbing a handful of her hair and gently tugged her upwards until her head turned and he took possession of her mouth. He came then, hard and fast. He cried out, the sound muffled in their kiss as his cock pulsed and spewed his seed into her.

They fell onto the bed, on their sides, both spent. He kissed her shoulder. “You know I love you?”

“I do.”

“You know I wanted nothing more than to marry you?”

“I do,” Tara answered. “Trace?”

“Yes, Wife?”

“That was amazing. But you know that already, don’t you?”

He smiled, nuzzling her neck. “I do.”

“Then do you also know that I love you, and that I always want to be with you?”

“I do, Tara. I knew that all along. But I don’t think you did.”

She laughed sleepily. “I do… 'til death do we part.”


Word Count: 2984 (WDC word Count)

Prompt: We have just began a New year...and speaking of NEW...tell me a story about how one partner convinces the other to try something new and different...be it a new position, new toy, new fetish, new role play scenerio....How does it work out in the end?

Entered into "Sensual Moments, Vol. III"  January 2012