I Do - Weekly Quickie Version

I Do

Weekly Quickie Version

The ceremony had been 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 had caught it.

“You’ll pay for that,” he’d whispered, as he kissed his bride.

Now she waited for him in their bedroom. Finally, the bathroom door opened. Trace’s 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. The tattoo covering his right shoulder was tribal, her name hidden within it.

Trace strode across the room to stand in front of her, tilted her chin so she looked up into his eyes, “Tonight you only say ‘I do‘, understand?”

She nodded.

Trace reached for his zipper, “Do you want me naked?”

Tara’s eyes drifted to the bulging fly of his jeans, “I do.”

He pulled at the zipper, allowing his raging erection to spring free, pulled the jeans over his hips and stepped out of them. He nodded at her, “Get on your hands and knees.”

Tara moved onto 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 a callused finger and thumb, “Beautiful.”

He climbed on the bed, positioning himself behind her, “You don’t come, unless I tell you to, 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, swung the belt. It slapped softly across her buttocks as he spoke, “Answer me.”

Surprised, she responded, “I do!”

Trace reached under the blanket where he’d hidden a small, soft, rubber-tipped whip. She gasped as he slowly traced the pink folds of skin between her thighs with the rubbery tails. He flicked his wrist, the whip sensually biting into her labia.

Tara gasped and turned to look at him over her shoulder.

He flicked his wrist again, a bit harder this time and she cried out. “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 cried out again.

“Tara, do you promise to love, honor, and obey me?” He waited. She cried out as he snapped his wrist again. Still, she didn’t say the words. He sent the whip whizzing across her sensitive skin again.

“I do, I do,” she sobbed as she rocked her hips back, rubbing herself against him.

Cock throbbing, Trace dropped the whip back onto the bed and reached between her legs. “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 instructed. Trace nearly choked as he took in the site of her creamy flesh spread out there before him. Her clit was swollen, peeking out from beneath its sheltering hood. Her nipples were tightly pebbled, nearly crimson. Her lips were parted as she panted.

“Trace,” she begged.

He picked up the small whip and gave her two lashes, watching as the rubber bounced mercilessly off her clit. She screamed, her head swinging from side to side. He gave one more, his cock throbbing as he delivered it. He bent and suckled the engorged nub into his mouth.

Her hips bucked violently and 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, all the while waiting to feel that first spasm of impending orgasm. When it came, he retreated.

“Do you want to come?”

“I do,” she answered breathlessly, begging.

He chuckled, “Not yet. Back onto your hands and knees for me.”

Tara moved back into position slowly, her body fighting for control.

He positioned his engorged head at her entrance, barely easing inside.

“Oh, Trace, I can’t wait…” she sobbed.

“You‘re breaking the rules,” he reminded her as he slapped her ass, hard enough to force a scream from her. His dick was harder than it had ever been. Drops of pre-come were leaking from the head and it was pulsing erratically. His balls were tight and aching.

“I do,” Tara cried out in frustration, “Please, Trace!”

He pulled his arm back and as he released the swing, allowing his palm to crack loudly against her glistening flesh as he thrust brutally, entering her. She buried her face in the pillow and screamed as she shattered.

Her body tensed, her muscles clenched, and she cried out his name. He kept on, his pace furious as he pounded into her until he came hard and fast. He cried out as his cock pulsed and spewed his seed into her.

They fell onto the bed, on their sides, both spent. He kissed her shoulder.

“Trace, you know I love you, and that I always want to be with you, right?”

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

She laughed sleepily, “I do… now.”


Word Count: 869

Authors Note: After seeing the prompt for the Weekly Quickie, I wrote a story that ended up over 3,000 words. I had to break it down to meet the word count requirement for the contest, so this is the short version. If you'd like to read the full version, you can find it here: "I Do - Full Version"