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that and the small plug I inserted, she wouldn't have a thought to anything else.
The cork I chose was not overly wide, and stretched her ass only slightly. It also sank into her only about an inch, not too deep, but just enough for her to feel full. She wouldn't complain. Now that she knew the women in town were in a similar predicament, she no doubt knew she'd get no sympathy.
Her parents were miserable people and made the lives of those around them equally miserable, including Tessa. But I was nothing like them, and under my protection, I had hopes she'd flourish. She could learn to be herself without the fear of cruel repercussion her parents meted out. While she would quickly recognize I took charge of her body, she would find pleasure, and ultimately freedom, in that. She'd all but been begging me to take control since that first time she worked her wiles on me, not that she was aware that was what she'd been doing.
I nodded to the congregation who'd stayed to witness the corking. They stood and worked their way outside. Soon the church was empty save for Tessa and myself. The next, her reward, was for me and me alone.
"You've been very brave, Tessa," I told her, who was still bent forward. "Now you get your treat." I brushed my fingers over her pussy, her folds beautifully damp from her arousal, then found her clit once again. "Have you ever touched yourself here before?"
She shook her head. "N...no."
"Do you like it?"
"Oh, yes, Cole." Her voice was breathy. Even bent forward as she was, I could tell she breathed hard. With my other hand, I slipped one finger into her tight pussy. She cried out.
"I want you to come for me, darlin'. You've been such a good girl."
It didn't take long, mere seconds of working her, my finger sliding in and out, just up to my first knuckle as not to damage her maidenhead, while circling her clit, She came, her back arching, her hips thrust back to gain more contact, to make the pleasure last. She groaned as her inner walls milked my finger. My cock throbbed against the tight confines of my pants. It wanted to feel that hot, wet squeeze. Once sated, I brushed her skirts off her back and they fell to the floor, covering her once again.
"Such a beautiful sight, and all mine. You may let go now and stand."
With a very relaxed body, she stood, then spun around to face me. She gasped, most likely by the shift of the cork. Quickly, she leaned forward, shifted her hips back. Her cheeks were flushed, her skin dewy with her release. Her eyes, usually a light blue, were dark and stormy with her waning arousal.
I stepped closer and ran my thumb down her soft cheek.
"The...um, the cork," she whispered.
"Yes, darlin'?" I tucked an escaped curl behind her ear, my finger caressing the dainty curve at the top.
"It's...it's horribly uncomfortable. I can't keep this in me."
"You can and you will." I crossed my arms over my chest and waited.
"For how long?"
"This cork? I'll take it out before I fuck you later. In general? Always."
"Always?"
I watched various emotions flit across her face. Anger, frustration, discomfort, stubbornness, defiance. And then defeat. She started to cry, her shoulders slumping.
Pulling her small frame into my arms, I hugged her, ran my hand up and down her warm back. She smelled of flowers and springtime, her hair silky soft beneath my chin. Her full breasts were pressed into my chest and she no doubt felt my cock, hard and thick against her belly. "Don't cry, Tessa. Everything's going to be just fine. That pleasure you just felt?"
Her forehead bumped against me as she nodded.
"That's for me to give you. You might find some things I ask of you to be difficult, at least in the near term, but remember that pleasure. I will make you come again and again."
"But, but why me?"
I tilted her chin up so she could look in my eyes, see the truth in my words. "It's always been you." I brushed away the last of her tears with my thumbs, then lowered my head and kissed her, this time lingering on learning the curves of her lips, her taste, without an audience.
Sadly, I couldn't linger. It was time to depart; even though I'd made her come, I couldn't take her on the alter. Taking her arm, I led her out of the church, making sure to go slowly to accommodate her new distraction in her ass. Once outside, I shook hands with the minister and thanked him for his service. The man made no notice of my bride's flushed cheeks, her sated expression; he'd seen this many times before. Next, Tessa's parents approached, all stern faced and severe. Mr. Bowers shook my hand and I nodded respectfully at his wife, whose lips were pursed into a thin line. "I'll give you all a moment."
Tessa's flushed skin paled and she bit her lip, clearly not wishing to be alone with the couple. I wouldn't let them monopolize her time for long. They moved away to talk privately and I went to stand with my brothers, who both shook my hand and slapped me on the back.
"She does not look the happy bride at the moment," Sam said, looking over to where my new bride stood meekly listening to something her mother was saying. From the angry look on the older woman's face, it wasn't good. My new mother-in-law was a very severe woman.
My bride was gazing upon me, clearly trying to ignore her mother's diatribe, yet when her ear was yanked, she had no choice but to focus elsewhere. Anger pulsed through my veins at her mother's cruel treatment.
