True Choices (9 page)

Chapter 11 HER

"You do make a beautiful bride, Lucy." Jake leans in, his lips just brushing my temple as he says this. His hand low on my back, fingers grazing my skin where the dress dips.

I blush and say a small, "Thank you." I'm not used to having so many compliments. And his closeness is making me nervous, his touch on my back tickling almost.  I can't see Max over his shoulders and Jake keeps us dancing in a tight spot, hardly moving.

"Your vow...to please and obey my brother...caused quite a stir."

"I know." I laugh lightly. "Everyone's been asking me about it all night."

"And what have you answered?"

I have to remind myself that this isn't Max, looking up into his emerald green eyes, he sounds so much like him, "I said that Max is a very traditional man and he wanted traditional wedding vows."

He laughs, "Well...that's sidestepping it a little, don't you think?"

"No...maybe...but it's none of their business anyway." I'm feeling a little raw from more than blushing.

"And now you'll be his very traditional wifey?" I look up to see if he's mocking me, but his smile is still sweet.

"Yes."

He doesn't say anything for a while, but moves us around a little more. People I don't know, Max's guests, keep smiling at me and I give little nods, embarrassed. He's introduced me all night to these important people. My small group of college friends and co-workers seems out of place, staying in a corner by the bar. But everyone seems to be having a good time at least.

"I've never seen Max as happy as he is with you." I'm startled to hear Jake's voice in my ear again, an intimate whisper, "Do you think I'll find that, Lucy?"

"I think...if you want to you will..." I don't know why his crooked smile is making me uncomfortable again, like I shouldn't be this close to him.

"I want to find what Max has with you."

I take the opportunity to joke, trying to lighten the tension I'm feeling, "Oh...now
you
want a traditional wifey, too, Jake?" His relationship with Julia was the opposite of what Max has with me.

"...Yes."

His smile is still crooked, relaxed, but his eyes are narrowed, searching. I'm surprised by his answer, "But...weren't you the one that wanted to warn me away from Max?"

"I didn't want you to get hurt." I don't answer, only look down. "But I can see that you're happy with him. And, Lucy..." He waits until I raise my eyes to him, "I can see that you accept him...just the way he is...You accept how we were raised. You're willing to live under his rules, just how he wants..." I only nod. "You've given me the hope to think that...well, that what I've wanted...that I could find that same acceptance."

We've almost stopped moving and I realize that I'm staring into his eyes. I lower my head quickly, "I'm glad...for you, Jake...you deserve to be happy." I look up at him again and see Max heading towards us, but I keep his stare, "I hope you find what you're looking for, too." He kisses the top of my head, a feather of a kiss against my hair, before dropping his arms and turning to Max.

"Your bride is a wonderful dancer, Max." He claps his brother on the shoulder and walks away.

Max looks from one to the other of us with a questioning look, before taking my hand and leading me towards a table of his important guests again.

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"Did you have the wedding of
your
dreams?" We're walking hand-in-hand to our hotel. It's only a few blocks from the restaurant and the night air feels nice after the enclosed space.

He smiles and stops me, pulling me hard into his chest. "Yes. I have the wife of my dreams!" He kisses me hard, pulling me on to my tip-toes even more than my heels do. "I had a lot of questions about our vows..." He's grinning. I know he's pleased.

"Oh...probably not as many as
I
had!" I laugh.

"No...Probably not...But I heard you did just fine."

"And who did you hear that from?" I'm smiling up at his huge grin. My handsome husband. I look at the rings on my finger again. He kisses my forehead and releases his grip to continue walking.

"My Dad. Jake." I expected him to say his Mom. She kept checking in with me all night to see if I was doing all right.

"The funniest comments I got tonight were from Stephie and Becca. Something along the lines of, they thought you were into old-school kink not that you were
that
old-school."

"Mike said something similar to me." He laughs and puts his arm around me.

"The most serious were from my family and friends..."

"I'm sure Tracy had a few choice words for me..."

"Oh, you could say that!" I laughed. "Cathy, my Mom and Aunt were pretty shocked, too. My Dad actually came over and rescued me once during their questioning."

"Well...I assume you were honest in answering them..." He looks a little sternly at me, waiting to open the hotel door until I've answered him.

"...I was..." I say this shyly though. I wasn't as blunt as Max was to some of his clients and family. He told one man, a politician I think, that I was going to be his very obedient wife and that was just the way he liked it. I kept catching the man looking like he was undressing me every time I looked in his direction after that.

"Good girl." He opens the door and we head to the elevators.

Chapter 11 HIM

I stand Lucy back up and close the door to our suite. She doesn't move, just waits for me. "I've looked forward to carrying you across this threshold all night." I grab her in my arms again and run my fingers down her back to the end of the dress.

"You're beautiful...but this is definitely not the dress I thought I'd see you in today..." How does she manage to blush so easily after a night of blushing at everyone's compliments and comments?

"But you like it?" She's been nervous about what I would think.

"Yes..."

"Your choices were nice...but...well..."

"I didn't see any of the dresses...I only stressed that you be modest and covered up, nothing strapless."

"I'm covered!" I run my fingertips across her lower back, she blushes again, "Mostly covered...."

"Well...at least this doesn't look like it'll be difficult to get you out of..."

"Noooo." She laughs her sweet, high giggle, "I've had to stand very tall with my shoulders back all night to keep it up."

"I like you with good posture...a new rule." She pouts slightly at my grin. "For choosing a dress that every man there pictured falling off of you."  I pull the dress gently off her shoulders and it drops quickly, exposing just the top of her nipples. Her blush runs further down.

I pull first one sleeve off, then the next. The dress drops to the floor, revealing only a tiny white thong underneath. I help her step out of this to the side. "Keep the heels on." She smiles wickedly at me.

I walk her by the hand to the bed.

I undo my tie and Lucy pushes the shoulders of my jacket back. I pull it off. I pull my shirt out of my pants quickly and Lucy is already unbuttoning the top buttons; we meet down the middle. She kisses my chest, running her tongue across my skin, biting with tiny teeth marks. I smile. My eager girl.

I drop my pants and my cock pokes at the top of my boxers. I've been hard since watching her walk down the aisle. Her sweet smile. Her submissive looks down. Her vows in front of everyone.

Hell, I've been hard since this morning, picturing her tonight. And she's exactly how I imagined. Her smile sweet...with a little edge of daring. She tempts me to take her rough. But I want tonight to be gentle for her...well...a little gentle anyway...

I grab her shoulders roughly and she cries out as I toss her onto the bed. She's laughing though as she lands, bouncing.

"Come here, wife." I stand near the edge of the bed. She knows this is one of my favorite positions. I can get into her so deep, holding her against me. She moves so her legs fall over the side of the bed, her pussy pushed past the edge. I push my boxers off and move closer to her.

"Put your legs up on my shoulders." She grins. I grab her ankles as her heels delicately point up to the ceiling. I bend a little to kiss her right thigh, running my stubble and lips up and down. She giggles.

I stop on my lips' travel back up, "I shouldn't have to tell you where to put your hands, baby." She quickly moves them behind her head. I smile. Her obedience makes my cock even harder. "Good girl." I pull her legs up tight against my chest, bending forward into her.

Pushing my cock down with my hand, I place the tip into her, "You are my good girl, aren't you?" I push in just an inch.

She moans, "Yes, Sir!" She opens her eyes again, "Please...I need you..." Her voice, her smile, she licks her lips, all so sweet.

I can barely hold my lust back. I jackhammer into her with all of my strength, all of my thick stiff cock. It's an animal need, to stick my cock between her wet legs, to tear her moans from her, to remove all false sense of civilized love. To bring her face to face with the truth. She married an animal. I will have her. So much for being gentle.

I push into her, pinning her legs against me, holding her ankles painfully, lifting her lower body onto my thrusts. Her squeals and cries only make me fuck her harder, faster. I don't care if this is hurting her, her tiny cries only make me harder, stopping me from cuming, pumping me more full of lust for her.

Her moans mingle with whimpers and I'm lost, I shoot into her with my last thrust. She shudders and rocks in my hands, her legs twitching against me. I wait for her last movements, before lowering her legs onto the floor.

"I don't think I can get up," she's smiling at me from the bed.

I feel a little lightheaded myself. I put my hand out and pull her up to stand next to me. Even in heels, she’s tiny. Her nipples are hard and brush against me as she moves. A tickle, a charge, a whip to my heated skin.

She turns to move towards the bathroom, but I grab her arm. I'm getting hard again. "Going somewhere?" I watch as her stomach flutters with a quick breath in. Her nipples stay hard and her eyes go soft again.

"No, Sir." She responds so quickly, it'll be her undoing tonight.

I know that I have to have all of her. The one part of her I haven't claimed yet. Her look of fear is only a flutter in response to the change in my grin. "Lose the heels and get back on the bed."

"On your knees." I watch as she rolls over and pulls herself up to her hands and knees. Her hair falls to the side and she looks back at me. I know she thinks I'm going to spank her. She has one coming.

"I'm not going to spank you, little girl." And she frowns. I want to kiss her frown, that she wanted a spanking tonight. I have another punishment in mind. "But I
am
going to hurt your ass."

Her quickly changing expression is almost enough to make me laugh and lose my hard on. But her sole plea has me rock hard, "Please...no." She hasn't moved, she knows it would be no use. But her eyes are wide with fear and pleading.

"You are my wife. My property. And I'm claiming
all
of you tonight, little girl."

She lowers her head, her hair veils pools on the bed. A shudder runs up her back. A tiny, "Yes, Sir," emerges from her forest of curls, but she keeps her head down.

I should relent. I should say that her willingness is enough for me. I've never really been into it that much. But the thought of any part of her untouched by me...I can't have that. It's an animal thing.

I get on the bed behind her, on my knees and she whimpers. She thinks I might stop if she begs with her little sounds. She should know I won't.

I put my hands gently on her hips and she automatically bolts forward in fear. I pull her roughly back to me with a growl. Her whimpers and whines excite me more. I take a few breaths to calm us both.

"Try to relax, baby." She takes one deep shattered breath in and out. And God, how I love her, she arches her back to me automatically.

I rub my right hand around her hip to find her clit, still swollen and wet. She gasps when I squeeze and rub her, an animal moan to match mine as I enter her pussy. She's still dripping wet.

"You're not...?" The hope and relief in her voice should stop me, but I only feel harder at the thought of how much she doesn't want this.

"Just getting wet to make it a little easier on you, little girl." My voice is cruel. I like that she cries at this, her back and ass moving with a single sob of breath. But her pussy tells a different story, her clit swells even more. I know my cruelty excites her. Her mind may not want this, but her body needs to be claimed.

"Take a deep breath and hold it until I'm inside you." I pull out as she gulps air in. I keep my fingers on her clit and gently, slowly push into her ass. She cries out, a tearing of her lungs and ass. I stay half in her, waiting for her to calm her breathing again, only pressing her clit hard. I don't move my hips.

When she stops moving, I push in deeper and she only whimpers. I start rubbing her again and pull out slowly, halfway. Watching my cock pull at her hole, I have to breathe to stop from cuming. I want this to last. I want to take my time hurting her. I am an animal, a monster. And I love it.

I push in hard and she screams out. But this only fuels my lust now. Her pussy drips on my fingers. I pull out further, slowly. She moans a long "No" sound, not quite saying it. But she stays in place, waiting.

"Tell me you want me."

She shakes her head, but cries out haltingly, "I want you."

I shove into her, the tight hole resisting and pulling against me. Her scream melts quickly to a crying moan.

I pull out to the tip and push back in slowly, pushing hardest when I'm pressed against her ass. She bends forward but I yank her hip back into me. "If you move again, I'll take the belt to you and start over."

"I'm sorry!" She shakes and cries.

I keep pulling out and pushing in hard, slow. I shove two fingers into her swollen pussy and her pain is overwhelmed by her need to cum. Her ass clenches and unclenches me and I'm unable to hold back. Her screams are overpowered by my animal howl above her as I fuck her ass hard, cuming deep in her.

I pull out quickly and she collapses forward, mewing soft cries into the bed, shaking still. I get off the bed and go to the shower to clean up quickly. I start a bath for her.

She's standing when I return to the room. She's pale and shy. Her cheeks stained with tears and makeup. Her hair a mess. She won't meet my eyes. I took her to an animal place too. She came hard.

I put my arms out and she squeezes into me. "I started you a bath. Take your time." I kiss her head and she walks slowly away. I know I hurt her. I know all of her belongs to me.

She stops at the door and turns, still not meeting my eyes though. "Thank you, Sir."

I let her walk way, but my cock is hardening again. I grin to myself, propping up in bed to wait for her.  We're not going to get much sleep tonight.