“I am going to do things to you tonight that will make your toes curl, will make your COCK,” I put an extra emphasis on the final word. “Throb. And will have you begging me to stop but praying that I won’t.”
I
looked down at his jeans and saw that they had stirred. His dick was growing. Just what I wanted. At moments like this, thoughts of my other husbands disappear. They matter on their days. This was my day. And I was going to fuck this prime cut of beef.
“I understand,” he said.
“I didn’t ask you a question,” I said, my voice raised.
This boy needed to understand that in sex all was fair, but no matter where or when this takes place, the Dove is always in charge.
“Take off your shirt,” I ordered.
He did. And oh my, what a physical specimen he was. I’d seen him many times without his shirt but this was the first time that I did with thoughts of what I’d do with all that muscle and power. I slapped a hand against his chiseled chest.
“Help me out of my dress,” I said.
He removed the red shawl and wrapped it around the bedpost, a tradition on suitor nights.
“You’ve been trained well,” I said. “Nice.”
“Yes, my father…”
“Shh,” I said. “You are the man right now. It’s time to behave like it. You made the decision to come here. You are going to be the man inside me tonight. It’s time that you take credit for this decision. If we do this, you will be one of my fellows.”
“I want that,” he said.
Good, he was finally starting to take charge of his rambling words. The shy boy-next-door thing was cute at first, and I was sure it would be a bit of a turn on later too, but it was getting old at the moment.
“Now…my dress?”
He fumbled around, looking awkward and lost for a moment. Then he bent over, grabbed the bottom of my dress, and lifted it up almost the way a mother strips off her child’s dirty T-shirt. We’d definitely need to work on his routine.
“Oh,” he said. He didn’t mean to, it just slipped out when he saw my breasts come out of the dress, free, without a bra. I hadn’t worn one on purpose. This was a night of freedom, no constraints.
He looked at me and I instantly felt beautiful in his eyes. He was awestruck, biting his bottom lip, finally seeing the real me, the me he’d apparently dreamed about for a while. I moved forward so that the nipples of my ample boobs touched the top of his six pack. Goosebumps rose on his skin.
I wore only panties, wet all the way through, so I reached down to pull them loose and let them slide down my legs. He looked down and again his Adam’s apple jerked. His eyes were glued on my body, but he looked so happy, like he was being given the greatest gift he’d ever known to exist.
He’d forgotten one custom that I’m sure daddy taught him. He realized his mistake and quickly dropped to his knees. He leaned forward and let his forehead touch the floor. Then he moved back up to his kneeling position and looked up at me, his nose just inches from my unshaven mound.
It was Bentley’s job to shave me and he hadn’t done so in two weeks, no doubt on purpose to make sure I wasn’t quite as perfect as could be for tonight. Bentley liked me unshaven. From the look on Connor’s face, he was fine with it too.
“I am so sorry. Forgive me, my Dove. I know I am supposed to bow each time my Dove presents me her naked temple.”
“You will need to be punished,” I warned him.
“Your fellow understands,” he said.
I shook my head. He didn’t quite understand.
“Connor, you are not my fellow until the sun rises and I declare it. At that time, you will be gifted with a place in my household. You are not the first man to bring me here and not every man has become my fellow. Do you understand?”
He looked sad. I was playing with his emotions. He was going to be my fellow. There was no way on earth I was leaving that cabin without Connor as my fellow. He would have to accidentally set the place on fire in order to leave undeclared.
“Now, remove your pants.”
He hesitated.