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"Lay. Back. Little Dove,"—I draw in a breath—"please."
She blinks, then complies. Is it because I used my Dom tone or because I said please? Doesn’t matter. What’s important is that she sits down on the bed and slides back a little, then eases herself back.
I flip the hem of her wedding dress up and around her waist, then groan when I spot the garter on her thigh. She wore it for me. Of course, she did. And now, I’m going to use it.
"Wh-what are you doing?" she squeaks.
"You wanted a kiss; I’m giving you a kiss."
I step between her thighs, forcing them further apart, and this time, a shudder runs up her body. "M-my lips are up here."
"Not the only lips on your body." I bend, then tear off her panties, and she yelps. She tries to squeeze her legs together, but I’m in the way. And fuck, if I don’t pat myself on the back mentally. I pinch a feather from her bouquet, then toss it to the side. I plant a hand next to her head and fold over her, making sure not to touch her anywhere. In this position, my face is above hers, my breath raising the hair on her temples. I place the tip of the feather in between her eyebrows, and she swallows. I drag it down her nose, her trembling mouth, over the pulse that beats at the base of her throat, across the sheer lace between her gorgeous breasts and a moan spills from her lips.
I trail the feather over the lace-covered fabric that’s bunched around her hips, then pause at the soft flesh above her melting lower lips. Her thigh muscles twitch, and I draw the feather over her pussy. She gasps. I ease the garter down her leg, and when I lean over her, she stares up with dilated pupils. "Open your mouth."
She instantly complies, and I stuff her garter between her lips. Her gaze widens, and the pulse at the base of her neck speeds up until its beat echoes the drumming of my heart.
I slide back down and kneel between her thighs.
"Place your feet on the edge of the bed," I order. Once more, she does as she’s told without hesitation. The result? I’m presented with a tastefully presented pussy framed by her gorgeous, fleshy thighs. "You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?"
She moans, or I assume she does, for the sound is stifled.
"Such a pretty cunt you have. When I’m done with it, you won't be able to pee without feeling me inside of you for the next week."
Her back arches, and her hips twitch.
"You like it when I talk dirty to you, don’t you, baby? Such a willing little slut you are. Can’t wait to feel my dick stuffed inside your little hole, hmm?"
She writhes under my scrutiny. A fat drop of cum slides out from between her pussy lips. I bend and lick it up. Instantly, she pushes her pelvis up, chasing the feel of my tongue. I laugh. The sound is mean, and she trembles.
And when I trace the feather over her swollen clit, she digs her fingers into the sheets on either side of her and pants so loudly, I can hear her, despite the gag stuffed in her mouth. I continue to whisper the feather down her leg, around her ankle, and across her soles. Her toes curl, she tries to wriggle away, and I grip her other thigh with my free hand to hold her in place.
"You ticklish, Little Dove?"
I glance up in time to see her shake her head vigorously.
"You lying to me, hmm?"
She swallows, then shakes her head again.
"Let’s test that theory, shall we." I transfer the feather to my other hand, and once more, drag it down the sole of her foot. She tries to pull her leg back, but I curl my fingers around her ankle. I draw the feather over her toes, then across the ball of her foot. She makes a choked sound and tries to writhe away, but I hold her in place. I continue to glide the feather across the arch of her foot, and she brings up her other foot and places it on my shoulder. I look up at her, and her big, wide eyes have a beseeching expression in them.
"Want me to make it stop?"
She nods.
"Want me to make you come?"
She nods again.
"Want me to fuck your ass?”
She begins to nod, then frowns.
"Maybe not today, hmm?"
Her frown deepens.
