Page 47 of Dragon's Desire

PETER

Peter and Kiercy made sure they were seen exiting together, a sort of final sign that this marriage was real and people were going to have to accept it. They were leaving together because they were staying together.

As they left, Peter turned back one last time. Emma and Mark were no longer dancing. Instead, they were sitting at a table by themselves talking. Peter had to chuckle and said to Kiercy, "Do you think they're going to be hooking up?"

"I don't know. Does Mark move as fast as you?"

Peter laughed.

"Probably not."

As soon as they made it to their room, Peter's fingers started undoing the long series of buttons on the back of Kiercy's wedding dress. Had she not told him it was essentially a family heirloom and precious to her, he'd have torn them off.

"So, did you ancestors think this was just a fun way to make the wedding night last longer?"

"Why are you in a rush?" she asked. "It's not like we haven't already had plenty of sex. What makes you think our wedding night is going to be special in any way?"

"Don't think I didn't see you packing up some toys when we were getting ready," he said.

"I only did that because I saw you doing the same thing."

"Well, then it would be a shame to go through all that effort and not use them, right?"

"Don't get so excited that you tear any buttons. You don't want to start a war because you were too horny to take your time."

"What if I just fuck you while you're still wearing it?"

"Getting cum on the dress would be just as bad if not worse," Kiercy said before laughing.

"Wait," he said. "Could you just use a spell to get out of this dress?"

Kiercy giggled.

"Oh, you are going to pay for that. Get out of that dress now, or I don't care about what it means for peace. I'm tearing the damn thing off of you."

She snapped her fingers, and the dress slipped down her body, pooling on the floor around her feet. She stood before him wearing a white corset, garter belt, and stockings. Peter smiled as he helped her step out of the dress before carefully hanging it up.

As he did, he said, "Did you forget underwear?"

She smiled. "Oops." She laughed again and said, "I figured after making you take the dress off slowly, you wouldn't want to have to wait any longer."

Peter grabbed her and spun her around, despite her attempts to resist. He held her wrists behind her back and bent her over the bed.

"And what do you think you're doing?" she asked, a devilish grin on her face.

"Don't pretend like you don't know," he said. Still holding her down, he reached into his bag and pulled out a leather, heart-shaped paddle. Then he bent over her, pressing his cock that was as hard as a steel bar against her backside.

"I'm thinking for being so bad, you deserve five good, hard smacks," he whispered in her ear.

She laughed and said, "No need to play gently with me just because it's our wedding night."

"I guess you always did like an even number. The same on each ass cheek." He smacked her ass, and she yelped, kicking her feed. "So, let's do ten."

When he delivered the second blow, she kicked her feet, trying to escape him, but it was only token resistance. The devices he brought with him could be used to hurt her, but only in the ways she enjoyed. He had no real way to fight her. A little spell work and she could stop him at any time.

When he got to ten, he said, "I hope you learned your lesson."

Her face slightly streaked with tears, she said, "You know I'll never learn."

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