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During the next couple of weeks Samantha and I went wedding
shopping. Daddy had moved most of his stuff into my apartment so that there
would be less traveling. He planned to take her on a grand honeymoon.

The wedding was drawing near and so were the interactions
with Jake. It was playful flirtation, mostly. Samantha and Dad decided to go to
Hawaii on their honeymoon. They planned on leaving the next day after the
reception.

The wedding came and I was a bridesmaid. Jake was one of the
groomsmen. Samantha looked pretty in her purple and white gown which was
studded all the way to the bottom. Dad wore a nice tux and everyone we knew
flew over to attend the wedding ceremony.

The wedding went as planned and then there was the reception
to attend when I realized that Jake had been sitting right next to me all
along. We were sitting at a big table and I was rather tipsy when I felt his
hand on my thigh.

My dress was up to my knee and his hand was caressing my
bare skin. It slid under my dress and I froze. I was not going to make a funny
face otherwise people would know, so I just sat there as his hand rubbed the
outside of my pussy and got me wet.

God, I couldn’t take it any longer and got up making way to
pay a tribute to my father and Samantha. Jake smiled at me because he knew
exactly why I had gotten up.

You should’ve stayed a little longer
,
he texted me and I smiled in his direction.

The night passed away gloriously and the new couple made way
to the hotel where they had made luxurious arrangements for the night to come.

I found myself with a couple of other relatives and friends
at Samantha’s place. It was after midnight and everyone was leaving now. I
kissed the last of my aunts on the cheek and stood on the doorstep wishing her
goodbye.

I closed the door and then felt someone grab me from behind.

“All mine.” Jake smiled at me and then leaned me against the
wall staring directly into my eyes. He kissed me. His hands made their way
inside of my dress as he caressed one of my breasts and then his lips traced my
neck. I held onto his body, digging my nails in. He picked me up and took me to
one of the bedrooms upstairs.

He took off my dress and I took off his shirt. It was the
moment I had been thinking of all along. He was mine and I could have him any
way I wanted. He kissed me on the lips and then traced down my skin with the
tip of his tongue while one of his hands got rid of my panties and started rubbing
the hood of my pussy. I was drenching wet and could feel his hardness against
my bare skin. He slid in a finger and I let out a moan. I could feel it moving
inside of me as one of my hands undid his pants and started rubbing his dick.

His began to lick my nipple as one of his hands cupped my. I
kept sighing and moaning, wanting him to be inside me as badly as he did. I
started rubbing the tip of his penis which was wet and then parted my legs as
wide as I could, placing it inside of me.

He was huge and I let out a big moan as he pressed his lips
against mine. He started to thrust inside of me slowly at first as my legs
clenched onto his back, and my nails dug deep into his neck. His thrusting
became stronger and harder, the air was filled with our moans and everything
blacked out. He kept rubbing the hood of my pussy all along until I couldn’t
take it anymore. I wanted to prolong the feeling but I couldn’t wait anymore. I
yelled out a huge moan as I climaxed on the bed.

I don’t recall much after that except a feeling of absolute
bliss and passing out.

* * * *

In the morning, I woke up covered in sheets and saw Jake
sleeping right next to me. Last night began to circle inside my head and I
recalled whatever had happened between us.

I looked over at my phone and saw two missed calls from my
father. I went to the bathroom and redialed his number.

“Hello, Dad! I’m sorry, I just woke up,” I said in a fast
manner.

“Hi, Pumpkin. I tried calling you because Samantha and I
wanted to see you and Jake but neither of you answered your cell phones. We’re
leaving for our honeymoon so we’ll see you guys in two weeks, okay?” Dad
replied.

“Sure! I hope you and her have the time of your life.” I saw
myself in the mirror at the same time and noticed hickey marks on my neck and
shoulder.

“Bye, honey. We’re at the boarding gate so I’ll call you
when we land,” Dad said in a hurry.

“Goodbye,” I said and then cut the call. I went into the
shower and took a long hot shower because every muscle in my body ached, plus I
needed to get rid of the awful hangover which was taking a toll on me.

I stepped out of the shower and covered myself up in towels.
I entered the room and saw Jake awake, smoking a cigarette.

“God, you’re beautiful,” he said.

I took my towels off and stood in front of him.

“So you like what you see?” I said, laughing.

“I love what I see,” he said and I made my way to him. I was
still naked and my hair was wet as he grabbed me and kissed me firmly. He bit
my lower lip as his other hand held me tightly by my waist. I sat on top of him
with my legs now wrapped around his back. He started nibbling my neck and I
tilted my head to the side. I grabbed his head and began moving my body on top
of his. I was grinding against him as he kissed me on my lips and then on my
neck moving down to my neckline.

I got off of him and laid him on the bed, slowly kissing his
entire body. I started from the nape of his neck to his earlobes and then from
his chest to his abdomen. He grabbed my hair and I bit him on the side of his
neck to which he cried, “naughty kitty!”

I had his penis in my hand when I started gently moving my
hand against the shaft and then slowly flickered my tongue around the top of
it, caressing it. I kept moving my hand on his dick as my tongue licked it and
teased him. His grip on my hair was tightening and then all of a sudden he
pulled me towards himself. He was hard and ready to be unloaded. I was propped
up on my knees as he entered my from behind and I clawed onto the headboard of
the bed. He grabbed my hair and the slowly moved inside of me. He started
moving inside of me with more force and my heartbeat raced. My breathing became
heavy and the only thing I endured during that moment was pure ecstatic
pleasure.

He grabbed me more tightly by the waist and I could feel his
fingers digging into my skin as he thirsted inside of me with all force at the
same time bending down and nibbling my neck. I let out a moan and then
collapsed on the bed while he climaxed inside of me, I could feel the hot and
wetness inside of me.

We lay there on the bed for a long while the sunlight made
its way into the room peeking through the curtains. It was about five o’clock
in the evening and my phone rang again. It was Dad:

We’ve reached safely
, read his text.

I looked over at Jake and smiled.

“Do you want to go grab something to eat? I’m famished,” I
said.

“Sure. Let me take a quick shower and we can go,” he said
and got out of bed.

I lay there for a while thinking about what had happened
between us. I was drunk last night, but this time we were both sober and it was
clear that the craving on both ends was mutual. He wanted me as badly as I
needed him.

I realized that I had no clothes except for the wedding
bridesmaid dress. Jake got out of the shower and saw me in some clothes I
pulled out from Samantha’s closet, a pair of jeans that did not fit me properly
and a tee shirt.

“You look good,” he said, stepping out of the shower.

“Yeah, these are Samantha’s clothes. I need to go home and
change into my own,” I replied.

“Well, we could stop on our way there,” he said and I saw
him put on a pair of jeans and a shirt.

I could see the marks of my hickey on his neck, and the
scratches my nails had left on his bare back.

“You’re quite the cat, you know?” he commented.

“Meow!” I made a cat noise and laughed to which he laughed
back as well.

We went out to grab something to eat. It felt wonderful
being with him and in a manner, the idea of him with me felt really fulfilling.

“So, our parents are on a little honeymoon,” he said while
sipping on his coffee.

“I suppose. Old people and their ideas of happiness is very
troublesome yet, awfully cute,” I replied.

“What is your idea of happiness?” he asked.

“Currently, being with you and that is all,” I replied.

“I can see the writer in you,” he smirked.

“I don’t take plunges when the depth is not known,” I said,
being poetic.

“But it would be fun to not know sometimes,” he replied and
I knew what he meant; our relationship had no name to it and neither one of us
would want to give it a name in the first place.

“I had liked you the first time I laid my eyes upon you,” he
said.

“What a coincidence. You made my heart skip a beat as well,”
I said, nearing up next to him and making direct eye contact.

I loved how he would just gaze right back at me without a
care in the world. I could see the fire dancing in his eyes.

“I’m glad it was mutual then,” he said it out loud,
laughing.

I realized that I was not aware of where we were heading,
but that seemed too far away in the future when all I wanted to be was in the
present with him. We grabbed our belongings from the café and headed out to
spend a night in the city.

By: Naughty Nicole

A Weekend with My Sister’s Husband

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“My sister has agreed to come and help with the kids while
I’m away at the conference next week.” Maggie continued to dry the dishes in
the rack while Paul sat at the kitchen table paying bills.

“Please prepare the den for her. And make sure the guest
bathroom is clean tomorrow,” Paul instructed Maggie.

While she would have done this on her own, as her Dom, Paul
took it upon himself to make sure he specified things he really wanted done
around the house. They had been together for six years and Maggie understood
his needs, but having things spelled out created reassurance for both of them.

“Of course Sir.” Maggie said.

At this point, adding the “Sir” was so
pro forma
that
she didn’t think about it unless they were in public. In more vanilla venues,
she limited her use of his title to keep from tipping off people to their
dynamic.

“I also plan to do a Trader Joe’s run so there will be
plenty of food in the house.”

“Good girl.” Paul gave her a half smile while he continued
to pay bills on the computer.

* * * * *

Maggie put her son Denver to bed, then read Jasmine a
bedtime story and tucked her in. Once the kid’s deep breathing let her know
they were asleep, she went into the master bedroom and began to prepare herself
per her protocol. She undressed and put her clothes in the laundry basket. She
rubbed shea butter into her skin and lightly perfumed it with the Opium eau de
toilette that Paul had given her for their collaring anniversary this year. She
pinned her long curly locks on the top of her head and removed her make-up.

Once her body was properly prepared, she took the kneeling
pillow from under the bed and placed it at the foot of the bed facing the door.
She knelt on the pillow, placed her hands behind her back and interlaced her
fingers, the bowed her head and lowered her eyes. She knelt there, naked,
except for a thick silver chain with a small lock pendant around her throat.

She waited there and breathed rhythmically while she waited
patiently for Paul to enter. Some nights that was just a minute or two. Other
nights she would wait fifteen or twenty minutes on her knees until he came in
to see her. The time in this position and the rhythmic breathing made this a
meditative space for her. It allowed her to clear her mind, let go of the
stress of the day, and concentrate on the power and protection offered her by
Paul.

She heard his footsteps coming down the hall. He entered the
room and stood in front of her.

“You are so obedient. What a good girl you have become.”
Paul complimented her.

Maggie had worked on being compliant and submissive
throughout their relationship. While both she and Paul had been in prior kinky
relationships, she knew every Dom had his unique preferences and sought to
learn his. She smiled, eyes still lowered as his kind words.

Paul placed his hand under Maggie’s chin and raised her fact
to look at his.

“You are my beautiful girl.” He said.

His fingers reached for the latch on the chain and gently
removed it. He placed her collar on the dresser in the small brass bowl.

 “Come to bed my love.”

Paul helped Maggie to her feet and they climbed into bed.