Page 6 of Fated

“Mrs. Winnipeg. How are you?” She is from one of the original families. I pull Rachel right next to me and kiss the side of her face.

“I am doing well. I just wanted to welcome our new first lady,” My wife stiffens beside me, and I lean a little more of my weight into her trying to give her some safety. “And I also wanted to let you know I am so optimistic about what you are trying to do for the town. I think bringing back the bridal ad was the right thing to do.” Looking at my wife, I couldn’t agree more.

“Thank you Mrs. Winnipeg. We appreciate it. Don’t we baby?” Rachel looks at me, eyes wide open and nods. Once Mrs. Winnipeg walks away, I walk us slightly away from everyone else and turn her to face me.

“Talk to me baby. What’s going on in that beautiful mind?” She leans into my touch which goes a long way to calming the savage lion.

“It’s just when she called me the first lady it hit me, and I started freaking out. I don't know anything about, well anything. How can I be the first lady of…” I cut off her tirade with a kiss. Instantly the tension leaves her body, and she falls into me. I peck her slowly, just enough to make her mind relax. Once she has begun moaning, I stop.

“Have you relaxed, Tink?” Nodding, she bites her lip and drops her head before whispering.

“Why do you call me, Tink?” I chuckle because I was waiting for that question.

“Well look at you. So tiny and precious. Hair like the gold spun in Rumpelstiltskin. Flitting around town, so innocent and sexy, when you think no one is watching, leaving trails of magic dust telling every man with a dick where you’ll be. The first time I got hit with your dust, I fucking sneezed and it was over for me. I call you Tink because I have to break my back to kiss you and I can lift you with one hand. You’re a fairy, baby. My own tiny Tinkerbelle, bewitching me and turning me into a madman. A madman who needs to be inside of you right now.”

“Y-you think I’m sexy?” She whispers, looking at me from under her eyelashes, like a damn virgin nymph. I pull her flush against me, well as flush as she can be considering our bound hands and grind against her, lifting her slightly so she is the right height to feel me.

“Do you feel that, baby? That’s how fucked up you have me. This hard on hasn’t gone down in four weeks. You are an enigma. My own personal mystery, that I am going to enjoy discovering. Now, you have another thirty minutes before I kick all of these people out of our home so I can finally bounce you on this cock, baby.” When I kiss her, I make it sloppy and primal. I want to see her lips swollen for the last lap of this reception and I want her to feel it.

Keening in my mouth, she moans while I attack her lips and grip her hair for control. When I pull back and see her bee stung lips and glassy gaze, I vow to put to these fuckers out now.Now.

ChapterSix

Rachel

Rapt with fascination I watch my new husband shake hands with everyone and usher them to the gate. My sisters all manage to hug and kiss me before they and their husbands leave. As the last person leaves, my stomach begins to clench, and fingertips start to itch. He turns after he locks the gate, his eyes seem wilder than they were a minute ago. “Finally, alone.” He growls. His voice is deeper now, base and rough.

He stalks towards me, his body moving with a fluidity of someone who knows what they want and what they are doing. His hands haven’t left his pocket and that gives me an eyeful. With his pants stretched wide and pulled back, the outline of his manhood is prominent and suddenly my throat has a frog in it. “Uh, should we clean up?” I need to buy some time. Take a moment to calm myself. I need a second to breathe because right now I am being suffocated by my own untapped desire.

“No, wife. We will not be cleaning.” He doesn’t stop moving. He simply lifts me into his arms, kisses me and strides right through the yard to the front door. “Welcome home, Tink.” The word ‘home’ sends warmth through me. He takes the stairs two at a time and doesn’t stop until we are in what I presume is the master bedroom. “God I have been dreaming of this moment.” he says right before he kisses me. I close my eyes while he lowers me to the bed. Slowly his hands begin to undress me, sliding the straps of my dress down, his mouth following the journey.

He stops over my barely covered breasts and places kisses on my nipples, nudging them over and over with his nose. The movement is slight and soft, but no less effective. The temperature in my body begins to warm, simmer even. Even with the undeniable feeling of pleasure I can’t help feeling self-conscious. “I’m sorry they are not bigger like..” Before I can finish he flips me over, rips the rest of my dress down the back andsmack.“Lloyd what..?”Smack. Smack.

“You will call yourself nothing but perfect, do you understand?” he smacks my bottom twice more and rubs it after. I can’t understand why, but I push against his hand, seeking that bit of pain once more. “Answer me, baby. Answer me so I can finally put us both out of our misery.”

“Yes. Yes I understand.” My voice is whiny and low and if I weren’t so lost in hedonism, I would be concerned, but right now I cannot. I gasp when I feel his lips touch my warm bottom.

“Such a good girl. So sweet and perfect.” He runs his tongue along the heated flesh and my eyes roll to the back of my head. I moan over and over while his mouth moves further down, and those unnecessary panties are slid down my leg. I can feel the trail of wetness and all I want to do is show him how he has made me feel.

“Lloyd I don’t know..” He puts his finger to my lips after flipping me over.

“I know, Rachel. I know how innocent you are. I know how untouched and blessed this pretty little pussy is. I know I am going to have to teach you everything and you know what, baby? I fucking love it. I love knowing that every scream, blackout, scratch on my back, plea to go slower and faster and bounce, is going to be your first and only ever delivered by me.” Dear father in heaven, I have fallen, and I am weak. His words send shivers of sweat through my body. With each word my womanhood becomes damper. “Look at you, baby. Look at how tiny she is.” He runs a knuckle through the slit of my lips, and I cry out, back bowing off the bed.

“Ah.” Lights flash in my face and my chest feels like it is caving in. I grip the sheets, aching for something to anchor to while I freefall from what feels like heaven.

“You come so beautifully, Tink. Just like a dirty little fairy. Look at all of this sticky goodness.” His fingers move in front of my face and through my hazy gaze I see something shiny on his fingers. Smirking, he slides his fingers into his mouth and moans. “Christ. You taste like cherries and frosting.” he falls to his knees between my legs and grips my thighs in a possessive punishing grip. There is something powerful about seeing this man in a position of power on his knees before me like a supplicant, but fully dressed. I should feel exposed, but instead I feel emboldened, like a queen or something. He opens them, spreading me so wide I can feel air on the inside of my sticky lips almost as if he is blowing on it.

“Lloyd.” I don’t know why I say his name, only that it feels like I should. I watch, transfixed when his head bends and he sniffs, running his nose through the slit.

“Look at this untouched religious pussy, baby. Look at all this dew dripping, waiting to be worshiped.”Slurp. Oh my god. My hand drops on top of his head and I keen his name.Slurp.“Jesus, I am never going to need ice cream again.” His tongue hungrily moves up and down my womanhood, licking like a kitten to milk. He pushes them higher, so much so they are almost to my ears. I'm so open his tongue slides right in. In and out he moves around. “Ah shit, baby. Ah hell.” Is all he says. He doesn’t stop licking me, but I feel his finger join the show. The pressure is almost blinding. There is something so lacking in the movement, but at the same time it is affirming. Someone wants me.

“Lloyd!” I scream his name when he pushes it further inside of me.

“Oh hell Rachel. I can feel your innocence. I can feel that tiny membrane keeping you pure and untouched. I should be a better man. I should be working you up to it, slowly getting you to the place where you want it, but I am a motherfucker, baby. A jealous, possessive, primal animal who wants your blood all over my cock so I can stroke it all around the kingdom letting the scent of your blood prove I fucking claimed you.”

He kisses my mound once more before standing. I watch, licking my lips as he strips his clothes from his body. To my surprise he is covered in tattoos, markings like a warrior, proving his manhood. I am so engrossed in him, that I almost miss it when he throws the shirt, and my eyes follow. Behind him, on the walls are pictures of me from around town. “Ah so the little fairy finally sees. You finally see how fucking obsessed with you I have been. I have been picturing this very moment, for weeks, baby. Weeks I have been stalking behind you, spraying along each trail you have left, making sure all those undeserving bastards know you are mine.” Holy moly.

I watch him move his hand up and down his manhood, a pebble of white cream meets his hand and I lick my lips wanting to taste him. I am blaming this on all those darn books. I begin to wiggle, a sudden rush of something inside of me, begins tickling, like this tiny feather and I need to move faster. “Please.” I beg him. I rub my thighs together, trying to find some friction, but failing. “Please.” Oh gosh. This is the desperation that the character in the book was referring to. This is horrible.

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