The pleasure struck in a jolt, my sweet master’s tongue lapping lovingly at my wet pussy, pulling all kinds of fancy maneuvers, some of which I had never felt before. Before long, I was coming hard, covering my own mouth to keep from screaming.
“It’s okay, pet,” he cooed, gently lowering my hands.
Switching positions so he was standing beside me, my sweet master gifted me his beautiful cock, letting me take it as far into my mouth as I wanted. Getting it into a comfortable spot, I started to suck, slow and leisurely at first, savouring every moment, gradually picking up speed until I was sucking him off as hard as I could, my head bobbing so wildly that he took hold of my braid to keep me from hurting myself.
I could feel his muscles tense, flexing in my mouth. I knew he was about to cum. Slowing to a more manageable speed, I eagerly waited for my master to bless me with his massive load.
It came in a flood, thick, hot, sweet cum gushing into my mouth in a seemingly never-ending stream. When he finished, I kept his warm, hard cock in my mouth, sucking him gently until he came again.
Taking me gently by the neck to hold me still, using more of a press than a squeeze so I never felt like I was choking, Damien got his pants, removing the handcuffs from his side pocket.
“I figured you were ready,” he said, unlocking the loops.
“Yes, master,” I whispered in my pet voice.
I wasn’t just agreeing because it was him. I really did feel ready to take things to the next level – which was why I had planned a wedding night surprise of my own.
Securing my hands to the headboard with the handcuffs, my sweet master put my legs over his shoulders, taking full control of my body, and roughly mounted me, sliding his cock deep inside me. Kissing me for a moment, he started to move, tenderly pumping my pussy until I was moaning, rising with his every thrust. I thought I might cum right then, but he wasn’t done with me yet.
Putting my legs straight up, he got into a kneeling position and started pounding me with all his considerable might. I writhed beneath him, my cries and screamed muffled by his warm, gentle hand, both of my ankles fitting easily into his other hand.
It was like an explosion, his cum flooding into my pussy, the feeling absolutely transcendent. I had started on birth control after Imogen was born, so my sweet master could cum deep inside me without risk of me getting pregnant again. At least, not for a while.
Pulling out gently, Damien gave me his cock again, and I happily sucked him until he was squeaky clean.
“I have a surprise for you,” I managed, his cock still inches from my lips.
“What’s that, pet?”
“Look in my suitcase,” I said, not wanting to ruin the surprise.
Going out into the main room, Damien returned a few minutes later with a small box with a big pink bow.
“What could it be?” he asked, rattling it by his ear.
“Open it and see,” I said, more than ready for another fisting in punishment.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he did just that, a look of shock crossing his face as he lifted the lid.
“You sure?” he asked, looking over at me.
“Absolutely.”
Taking the butt plug and the lube from the box, he lubed the plug up good. Putting the bottle on the nightstand, he took me by the ankles again, lifting my legs straight up. Holding my ankles in one hand, he worked the butt plug into my tight, virgin asshole with the other, pausing at several points to make sure I was okay. I was much more than okay.
Getting the butt plug firmly positioned, the base pressing lightly against my ass cheeks, my master started in with his fingers again, working my pussy to orgasm as the butt plug stretched me. I didn’t really understand at first, but I realized the more relaxed I was, the better it felt.