Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 169(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 113(@300wpm)
The moment Xavier says I do after me, he dismisses the priest and half the congregation. My parents are escorted out, shaking their heads, Mom wiping tears from her otherwise stoic face. Xavier only allows the guards to stay behind, silently staring ahead as he bends me over the altar.
“I've waited long enough,” he growls.
I giggle because I know it's only been a few hours since he was inside me.
“I need to have you like this. I need to make memories with you like this. I need you to know you belong to me and you will never be anybody else's.”
“Yes, Master,” I whisper, already falling under his spell. “I'm all yours. No one else gets to touch me or look at me.”
“From now on, we're going to limit how much you talk to other men,” my husband whispers as he forcibly tears the veil off my head. “No more talking to my employees from now on. When you speak, you are only allowed to address women, or me.”
I'm ashamed of it. But the thought of it all excites me and I can help grinning as I think of all these new rules he's setting up for me. I'm so eager to impress him, I’d do anything to please him.
I start nodding at the exact moment he pushes himself deep inside me. His thick cock fills me up to the very brim. I utter a moan that never seems to end, deepening and becoming needier as he starts pushing into me. Pushing himself deeper and deeper inside.
I feel like I'm going to burst from being so full. I want to tell him to stop but every muscle in my body fights it. I want this, I want him. I want him to come inside me even though I'm already pregnant, which I haven't told Xavier yet.
The thought of our baby growing inside me has me so excited. It gives me hope for a future where everything can work out for us. Maybe this baby will be the way to bring us all back together. My parents, Xavier, and even my little sister Matilda. I've been hoping that someday we'll be able to reconnect and perhaps grow a future together. But I suppose I've already made my choice…
If I was forced to pick between them, I would pick Xavier. He's my husband now - there is no running away from this anymore. I've fully succumbed to him and I'm his property now.
As he fucks me, I grab the altar, fingers bending painfully as I try to dig them in too deep into the wood. I'm getting so turned on, so close to a release, getting closer and closer to an orgasm. But I know better than to have one without his permission. Xavier has made it clear that I have to ask every time…
“Please, Master! I want to come now!”
“Angel,” he says, chuckling against my hair. “You want to come already? Nobody's given you permission yet. You'll just have to wait a little while longer, because I'm not ready. And I could come right now, angel, so fucking easily… But I'm not going to. I want to enjoy this moment for as long as I can, and have everyone watch me take you.”
It's only at that point that I realize we're still not alone in the church. There are several people here, about six guards who stare at us with stony faces. They don't seem to respond to anything we're doing. But when I glance at their trousers I see more than half of them are having some problems keeping their erections down. Their throbbing dicks are visible from where I am and it makes me giggle with excitement.
Xavier pounds me harder and harder against the altar. I put on a show for the guards, begging, shouting Xavier's name over and over again, and begging him to come inside me. He doesn't give me what I want right away. Not before smearing the drops of blood I have all over me into my skin, massaging them against me until they soak into my body. I feel dirty as fuck. A man just died here.
I am having sex on the freaking altar of a church. But I can't help myself. This is what happens to me around Xavier, I can barely hold back. I can’t control myself. This is what he's turned me into. And he seems to enjoy it… that's all that matters to me.
“I'm going to count you down,” Xavier tells me in a deep, hoarse voice with an unmasked need dripping from his words. “From ten, angel. When I reach zero, you better fucking come with me.”
He starts counting down, starting at ten, slowly building up over the numbers as he goes down, down, down, and down. But I need him to go faster because I'm getting so close to an orgasm I'm sure I'm going to come before he'll let me. I groan and beg, saying his name over and over again as he gets to the number five and starts counting in halves. It’s driving me crazy. All he does is laugh darkly against my ear.