Chapter Nine

Stephen

Trinity and I had just settled on a wedding date. I knew it might seem rushed to her, given the whirlwind of the past few days, but I didn’t want to wait.

I also couldn’t bring myself to tell her that if things went south with our plan, being married would offer us the protection of spousal privilege.

I didn’t want to tell her that because I didn’t want her to think that was the only reason I wanted to marry her. That was far from the truth.

After we agreed on the date, we continued to dance and drink, but I was becoming more and more restless. Knowing exactly when she would become my wife was making me crave her more than ever.

I was lusting for her tonight, and the primal part of me was begging to be set free.

We had experimented with a lot in the bedroom, and I loved exploring with her, but I hadn’t fully given in to my lustful side, the part of me that wanted to completely dominate her in the bedroom.

Tonight, though, she was going to experience it all.

“Come on, babe, I think it’s time we head back.”

“One more drink, baby?” she asks.

“No, I want you back at our chalet now. I want to have my way with you.”

She looked at me, a bit taken aback, but I could see the lust in her eyes intensifying.

“Daddy, when did you become so demanding?”

“Since my doll isn’t listening to me.” I lean in closer and whisper to her, “Finish your drink. I’m taking you back to our bed now, and I’m going to dominate you for the rest of the night.”

She looks deep into my eyes and quickly finishes her drink.

~That’s my girl.~

We pull Clint and Mia off the dance floor and tell them we’re heading back. They decide they’re also ready to head back to the chalets.

We all pile into a car and the ride back feels agonizingly slow. I’m thinking of all the things I want to do to her, and I want to do them now.

The moment we step inside, I smack her ass.

“Bedroom, ~now~,” I command.

She starts walking up the stairs with me following closely behind her.

Once she reaches our room, she stops and looks at me. Our eyes lock as I approach her, and she sees the glint in my eyes.

I spin her around and slide my hand up her short dress, exclaiming, “You naughty little kitten, wearing such a tiny thong all night.”

Her cheeks flush and a cheeky smile spreads across her face, one that I’m about to wipe off. I slide my finger between her ass and follow the material to her lips, her wetness coating my finger.

I lift it to my mouth and teasingly lick it clean next to her ear, whispering, “Whatever you’ve been imagining, it’s not enough.”

I see her swallow hard, but I also see the lust in her eyes. I love how even after a year, we still can’t get enough of each other, and I know it will be like this for the rest of our lives.

I reach for a tie I had left out of my bag earlier. As I pin her against the door, I blindfold her with it, then grip her wrists behind her back with one hand.

I guide her to the bed, place her by the side of it, and rip her dress open, exposing her stunning body. I quickly unclasp her bra and let it fall.

She gasps and squirms, but I hold her tightly until she stops. I pick up the other ties I had brought with us and secure one to each of her wrists.

I can already hear her purring in anticipation. My doll definitely wants to let daddy play.

I grip her shoulders and push her to her knees, then onto all fours. I grab each of her hands and use the other end of the ties to secure them to the bedposts.

With her secured, I sit on the bed behind her and suck on my fingers slowly, then begin to work one into her tight ass.

Slowly, I stretch her until I can finally push two fingers inside her, causing her to moan with pleasure and relief.

“Did daddy say you could talk?” I growl.

She doesn’t answer, so I give her ass a hard slap.

She cries out at first, but her cries quickly turn into moans, so I do it again on the other side.

“Daddy asked you a question.”

“No, daddy,” she pants. “I’m sorry.”

“Good girl.”

I gently stroke her back before smacking her ass again. I sit back for a moment, pulling her ass up higher.

~Wow~! What a sight. Her beautiful thong-covered ass with my handprints on it and her dripping wet thong clearly visible.

I spend a few minutes teasing her some more, mixing soft spanks with harder ones, occasionally running my hand over her reddened skin and grabbing her ass.

I’m now hard and constrained, so I strip out of my pants and shirt. I kneel between her knees and rub my cock between her wet lips until it’s nice and slick.

I start to slowly push into her.

Oh, she likes it so much more this time than the first. I can feel her pushing back and grinding her hips.

Watching my cock slide in and out of her is heaven, and hearing her purr for me is driving me wild.

Before I can stop myself, I lower my head to her and sink my teeth into her soft flesh. I bite hard, making sure she’ll remember this when she sits down tomorrow.

“AGH! Oh ~God~, daddy!” Trinity cries out. “Oh, I’m sorry, daddy. I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it, it feels so ~good~!”

I smile against her ass as I stay buried inside her. My good little girl apologizing before daddy even has to scold her.

I lean over and give the other cheek a few bites. I can feel the beast in me craving more.

Her thong is still in the way. I could’ve just pulled it aside, but I wanted hands-free access, so I grab either side and tear it apart.

“Oh God, daddy, I love it when you manhandle me. You drive me wild!”

“Naughty lil momma, talking out of turn again,” I say.

I feel her thong in my fingers, soaked with her juices.

Before I knew it, I’d grabbed a shred of her thong and stuffed it into her mouth.

God, she was a sight to behold. Her hands bound to the bed, her gorgeous ass taking my cock, biting down on her panties and moaning for more.

Her responsiveness to my dominance was a turn-on like no other.

I eased out of her ass and slid into her tight, wet pussy, inch by slow inch. I could feel her gripping me, pulling me deeper.

That connection, that sensation—it was pure magic.

After a few slow, deep strokes, I picked up the pace, varying the depth of my thrusts.

I could feel her tightening around me, and the high-pitched sounds escaping from her gagged mouth told me she was loving it.

I gripped her hips with both hands, pulling her into me. I glanced up to see her hands clutching my ties, her knuckles white.

I thrust hard against her, pulling out to the tip before slamming back in, deep into her dripping pussy. I was fucking her, pounding her, driving her wild.

It was incredible. She started to come, her juices coating my dick, dripping down onto my balls.

Her head pressed into the sheets as her grip on the ties loosened. She was close to the edge, but I wasn’t done with her yet.

I heard muffled words from her. I think she was begging me to stop, but I wasn’t stopping until she was limp, until her pussy was sore.

I felt her start to shake, and I thrust as hard as I could, going as deep as possible, marking her from the inside.

Now she was screaming. Her thong did nothing to muffle her cries. She was shaking, her body wracked with pleasure.

My head tilted back, my mouth open, and deep, primal sounds filled the room with each thrust.

My balls were tight, ready to release. Our bodies moved as one, our souls intertwined.

My eyes rolled back in my head.

She let out a long scream of ecstasy, releasing a gush of creamy juice that coated my balls and stomach.

“~Fuck~!” I yelled, thrusting one last time.

My balls spasmed and my cum forced its way through my cock, gripped tight by her clenched walls.

The pressure forced my cum down my shaft, filling her, mixing with her juices, creating a delicious mess.

I collapsed on top of her, breathless.

After a moment, I managed to kneel back up. I pulled out and took in the sight of her red, swollen, shaved pussy.

I sat back, taking in the aftermath of our erotic encounter. She was tied and gagged, fucked and filled, dripping wet. A beautiful mess.

My queen.

I reached over and untied her, letting her relax.

I gently removed the thong from her mouth. She was spent, but she had a beautiful, tired smile on her face.

I lay behind her, holding her close. After a while, I carefully picked her up and carried her to the bathroom.

I set her on the sink, hearing her hiss as her sore ass made contact with the cold vanity.

I ran a warm bath for her, adding oils to help her relax. Once it was ready, I gently carried her over and lowered her in.

I hopped in the shower next to her, watching her through the glass as I cleaned myself off.

She looked relaxed, completely satisfied. I dried off and wrapped a towel around myself.

I walked over and kissed her gently on the forehead, stroking her face lovingly. “I love you, daddy's good little baby girl.”

Trinity hummed, content. “I love you, too.”

I smiled at her, she was so spent she could barely open her eyes.

“Rest a bit, baby. I’m going to get some water and change the sheets. Then I’ll come back and rub some cream on your beautiful butt to make it feel better, and then we’ll get you to bed.”

“Okay, my love.”

I walked out, glancing back to see her eyes closed, completely relaxed in the bath. I grabbed my phone from my pants and headed to the kitchen to get some water.

As I neared the fridge, I noticed three missed calls from Dave on my phone.

Shit! I’d told him not to call unless it was an emergency.

I quickly dialed his number, and he picked up on the second ring.

“Boss, we’ve got a problem.”