Warning - very spicy content with dubious consent.

Henry

‘Okay, you can open your eyes,’ Bex said, glee lilting in her words. 

Doing so had my chest tighten, my breath catching in my throat. There she stood, my girl, in a full-length bridal gown, tight around her waist before flowing out around her in a sea of white. 

‘Darling, look at you,’ I said, closing the space between us. Lifting her chin, I grazed her mouth with my own. Strawberries. Moaning, I deepened the kiss, still ever so greedy for an ounce of her. 

Five years. I’d had five years with my little demon. Both a lifetime and barely a moment. 

‘Henry,’ she moaned, ‘you’re ruining my makeup.’

‘I want to lick the makeup from your lips. I hate anything being between our skin. I can never have enough of you.’

‘Good thing we’re about to get married then…’

Sliding my hands down to her waist, I pulled her flush to me. The sweet gasp she gave sent a shiver up my spine. Man, I adored her gasps. 

‘I’m going to do terrible things to you later. Mark you up so your ass shows the depravity this pure white dress belies.’

Bex’s eyes glittered, gold flecks in those dark pools. ‘I’m counting on it. But for now, we need to go snag up some witnesses.’

‘You’re sure you aren’t upset that none of our family is here?’ I asked. 

‘If they can’t support us, they don’t deserve to be here.’ The past year had been tough since coming out as a couple to the people we loved. Rejection. Anger. Disappointment. 

We’d weathered it all together. Losing my job. Losing her friends. 

I’d do it all again just for one more moment with her. 

And now we’d have a lifetime together. 

‘Come on,’ Bex urged, grabbing me by the hand and dragging me after her. 

The stairwell of the tiny Scottish pub, where we’d scored a rustic, somewhat aged room, was lined with bric-à-brac. Photos from decades gone by, from country gentlemen flocked by their hounds to drunken locals from the nineties, surrounded us as we descended into the pub itself. 

Soured beer and ancient cigarette smoke lingered in the air, but Bex adored every twee touch in the place. 

She’d drunk us all under the table the previous night: the wizened barman, a table of sheep farmers, two old codgers who looked as if they were as much a part of the furniture, and me. 

Frank, the landlord, gave us a smile and poured a glug of amber liquid into two thick-bottomed glasses. 

‘One for the road? You’ll need to wet your whistle for luck,’ he said, sliding the glasses toward us. 

‘I don’t need luck. I’m already the luckiest man around.’ My cheeks heated as I spoke, Bex giving a sparkling laugh before picking up her glass and passing mine over. 

‘Cheers,’ she said, chinking the glassware together before taking a mouthful. Her eyes widened at the fiery taste before she gave a choked cough.

The kind of cough she gave when I had her pinned on my length. 

Damn. 

I didn’t need to be getting hard on the way to meet the humanist officiant.

‘Gentlemen,’ Bex said, lending a sultry smile to the handful of regulars propping up the bar. ‘I’m in desperate need of two friends to come with us today. I just need you to watch us say our vows and then we’ll come back and the drinks will be on us tonight.’

One of the few men, Jimmy, rubbed at his beard before dragging himself to his feet. ‘I’ll help you out, lass. But it better be the good stuff you’re buying.’

‘The best stuff, I promise.’ Bex grinned and held up her glass with a nod to him.

‘Throw in some pizza from that fancy place in town and you’ve got a deal.’ A second man stood, picking up his coat and shrugging it on. 

‘We’ll get you enough pizza to feed the whole pub,’ I promised before downing my whisky with a grimace. 

* * *

Bex

The wind buffeted my hair, sending it wrapping around us in tangles. I didn’t care. Standing on the edge of a loch, the dark water stretched out to caress the base of the dramatic, golden, sun-soaked mountains. My heart felt ready to burst. 

My perfect, depraved, glorious man stood in front of me, his face filled with joy. And he was finally all mine. I’d waited so long to truly call him mine. Years of watching and waiting, more years of hiding our relationship and, at last, the world would know he was mine. Officially. 

The humanist smiled as she passed Henry’s ring into my hand and nodded, signalling time for me to say my vows. 

‘I, Rebecca Benson, promise to love you until the ocean runs dry. To obsess over you as long as the stars glow. To follow you to the ends of the earth until the day in which one of us leaves it.’

Sweet enough words. But I saw how they hit Henry in the way his eyes softened and his lips curled upward. Only he knew the lengths I’d go to fulfil those vows. 

Henry was mine. For eternity. 

The ring slid onto his finger with only the slightest resistance, settling in place to mark him as mine. 

Henry took my ring and positioned it over my finger. ‘I, Henry Montgomery, promise to always be by your side, through whatever difficulties life throws at us. I promise to love you so much it sickens anyone who meets us, and to make sure I always fulfil your needs. Every dark little thought you have.’

The humanist’s brows almost hit her hairline as she caught his words. The ring slid on, circling my finger in the way he already encapsulated my soul. 

‘May your love run as deep as Loch Ness, and your problems be as rare as spotting her,’ the humanist said, her eyes softening as I smiled, excitement bubbling up. ‘I’m so pleased to announce you are husband and wife, and Henry, you may kiss your bride.’

Henry cupped my jaw, the Scottish greenery deepening the forest green of his eyes. For the smallest moment, his teeth grazed his lower lip, making my stomach flip. God damn, even after years with him, I remained as obsessed as ever. 

More obsessed, maybe. 

His thumbs slid toward my ears, his fingers drifting to the back of my neck as he leaned in, capturing my mouth in a soft, sweet kiss. 

So tender compared to the way he usually devoured me. 

Sweet. 

Not enough. 

As he pulled back, I gripped his hair in my hand and pulled to me, deepening the kiss. Heat rushed me as his tongue slid over mine, a dirty moan tumbling from his mouth. Our two aged witnesses let out a loud cheer, it echoing in the sparse yet decadent scenery. 

Start as you mean to go on.

And I intended for our relationship to remain downright filthy. 

Until death us do part. 

* * *

Bex

With aching feet, we tumbled up the stairs toward bed, having danced the night away alongside a fiddler who’d come to the impromptu pizza party. All night, the pub had heaved with people, all buying us drinks and wishing us well while surrounded by the scent of pepperoni and cheese. 

I’d only allowed Henry and I a handful of those drinks, because I had much more fun in mind. Fun he needed to be sober for. 

We barely made it into the room before Henry had me pinned against the door, hitching my wedding dress up and stroking between my thighs. 

‘Henry,’ I groaned, trying to maintain control but losing to the incredible touch of his fingers. ‘I want to freshen up first.’

‘I don’t care if you’re sweaty,’ he practically growled, undoing his belt and sliding it from his pants in a way that made my knees buckle. ‘I need to be inside you right now.’

He lifted me and slammed me back against the old wooden door, feeding that metal-studded cock deep inside me. Silken folds of white bunched between us as he slammed into me, all ferocity and no decorum. 

Just the way I liked him. 

Having my man so on the edge that he can’t cope with another moment of chastity drove me wild. 

‘Fuck,’ I groaned, the door scraping at my shoulder blades with each harsh thrust. ‘Wait, Henry.’

He wrapped his belt around my throat as I swallowed, holding me up with naught but his cock and pressure. 

‘You are my wife, and I will not wait. I want that perfect little cunt choking my cock the way I’m about to choke you.’

Hearing him call me his wife had my core molten, and when he tightened the belt, I lost all fight, turning into jelly. 

‘Then fuck me, Henry, but don’t you dare come. I have plans for you tonight.’ His brow furrowed before he arched his hips, making me give a slutty moan. 

‘Let’s hope you come before me then, my perfect demon, or I’ll fill you up.’

The joke was on him, breath-play and being fucked against a door with the sounds of partying people below? I’d be coming like a fucking freight train. 

Pinning the length of the belt against the door had me immobile, entirely at his mercy. My breath hitched with each ragged thrust of his hips, my eyes rolling with growing pleasure. 

‘I love you, Bex,’ he growled. ‘Every single part of you. From your pretty cunt right to your devious mind. I’m going to love you every day for the rest of your life.’

His sweet words collided with the feral rutting, sending me into a whirlwind of raw need. I opened my mouth, unable to find any words with the way the leather choked me. 

‘You can breathe when you’ve come all over my cock, Bex. Show your husband how badly you need him.’

My chest burned as panic increased, raising me to the razor’s edge between pleasure and fear. Henry withdrew his cock to the tip as I fought for breath before sinking to his balls, making my body quake. 

‘That’s it, little love, give everything to me.’

My pulse thundered against the belt, the world fuzzing at the edges, but Henry’s green eyes kept me focused.

My orgasm hit with a thunderous wave, my wedding dress crushed beneath our writhing bodies. The belt loosened as Henry let go, his fingers ripping it from my neck as he crushed his lips to mine, drinking down each of my moans. 

‘Good girl, that’s it. God, I love making you come. I can feel your heartbeat right up inside you. I’d crawl into you just to be closer if I could.’

He smelled like whisky and pine trees, and faintly of that deep, manly scent that intoxicated me. 

‘You’re a master with that cock,’ I whimpered, pressing my hands to his chest to encourage him to lower me to the floor. 

Gleaming in the lamplight, his cock stood out from his body, soaked in me and glinting dangerously. 

‘So pretty,’ I whispered, grazing my fingers over his length. 

‘Me or my dick?’ he said with a grin.

‘Both of you, but he’s winning at the moment.’ Henry gave a mock pout that made me laugh. ‘Don’t worry, you’re about to even the score.’

‘Oh, really?’

‘Mmhmm,’ I murmured, while untying the ribbon from my waist. Leading him to the bed, I pushed him onto his back. ’Do you remember when I first tied you to the bed?’

‘Cuffed me, if I remember correctly.’ Henry licked his lips as I stripped him off, allowing me to disrobe him. 

‘How could you forget?’ I teased. 

‘There’s not a moment with you that I’ll ever forget,’ he said as I looped the silken ribbon around his wrists and pulled it tight. ‘Gonna ride me in that dress?’

I shook my head before pressing his hands to the headboard and fastening them there. 

‘Going to tease me?’ His eyes widened as I smirked. ‘Bex, what are you up to?’

It pleased me to see he still held a good dose of fear when tied to my bed. 

‘Just going to freshen up,’ I said. 

Minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom, Henry’s eyes tracking my every move. 

‘What are you up to, you little devil?’

Standing beside the bed, I lifted my wedding dress, the sweet white fabric revealing the thick rubber appendage attached to my pelvis. 

Henry balked on the bed, straining at the ribbon, which only cinched tighter. ‘What the fuck?’

‘Well, Henry, I want to see if you can take a cock as well as I can. I promised you I’d fuck that ass one day. What better way to christen our wedding day?’

‘That thing is fucking massive,’ Henry said, his voice higher than I’d ever heard it. ‘There’s no way that’s going inside me.’

‘Darling, do you remember how you made me take your cock raw? No lube. No working up to it? Well, my love, it’s your turn. This cock is a replica of yours, right down to every stud.’

‘When did you do that?’

I stroked my fingers over the rubber length. ‘On Valentine’s Day.’

‘We were wasted.’

‘No, my love, you were wasted. But between Viagra and a vigorous blowjob, you stood long enough for me to cast you.’

Henry whimpered as I knelt on the bed, running the rubber tip over his lips. ‘Sir, my love, I want this so bad. You’ll let me have it, won’t you?’

Henry’s face filled with panic, but softened as he gave the smallest of nods. A bolt of delight raced through me. 

‘Then open up Sir, you need to get it good and wet if you’re going to take it all.’

He resisted.

‘Or I can split that ass while it’s dry. It’s your choice.’

His mouth opened, and I grew giddy when he let me fill it. The rubber dick stretched his lips as I inched it into his mouth, delighting in the resistance of his tongue. 

A rush of power filled me with pleasure as I watched him struggle around the intrusion. 

‘Swallow it down for me, Sir. Isn’t it difficult? You should see the way your eyes are welling up, god, it makes me wet.’

He coughed as I thrust forward, forcing my strap deeper. 

‘I love your mouth, Henry, but we’ve only explored half of its uses, haven’t we? Your mouth is just the same as mine. Why shouldn’t you struggle for me the way I do for you?’

Of course, he couldn’t respond with a face full of cock. 

He writhed on the bed as I pressed forward, forcing deep into his throat. Despite the fight he put up, his cock throbbed against his stomach, darker and redder than I’d ever seen it. 

Pulling out, I smiled as he panted. 

‘I’m going to fuck that ass so hard when you untie me,’ he threatened, his eyes darkening.

My laughter filled the small room. ‘You’re going to be so well fucked, so utterly drained of cum, that you’ll not be fucking anything for days, Henry.’

‘I’ll make you pay,’ he spat as I moved down the bed, pushing his legs open and sliding between them.

‘I know, my darling husband. I’m counting on it.’

Circling his swollen tip, I stroked my hand over his every rigid inch, watching him struggle to cope with the growing intensity, his balls tightening as his breathing grew ragged. 

‘You want to come, Sir?’

‘Yes,’ he growled.

‘Shall I fill your ass then?’

‘No. Use your hand.’

I kept going until his body tensed, his jaw ticking. 

And I stopped. 

The torture in his face lit me up. 

‘Don’t stop,’ Henry begged. 

‘Beg for my cock and I’ll have you bursting, Sir.’

‘No,’ I said with a smirk, grasping his dick again and working him back to a moaning, simpering mess. Seeing him desperate had me soaked all over again, rethinking my plan as the temptation to mount him gripped me. 

The next time I stopped, he looked like he might actually murder me. The veins in his forearms stood out like contours on a map, screaming his need.

‘Ask for my dick, Sir. Plead.’

His throat bobbed, his eyes clamping shut. 

‘Fine,’ he whimpered. ‘Just do it.’

It wasn’t a beg, but I was so desperate to impale him, I no longer cared. Pushing his thighs wide, I splayed him for me. He looked positively terrified. 

Delicious. 

Letting a string of saliva fall from my lips, I coated his virgin ass. 

‘Make it quick,’ he said through clenched teeth. 

‘No, baby. I’m going to enjoy every minute.’

He tensed as I pressed the tip of his copycat cock against his puckered hole. It was harder to control than I imagined it would be. 

Henry’s stomach clenched, his muscles convulsing as I slipped just a little into him. 

‘It’s not going to fit,’ he whimpered, trying to back away.

‘Mmm, I seem to remember I had the same worry. You stuffed it into my ass anyway, didn’t you?’ I tutted as he writhed and my cock slipped out. Grasping him by the balls, I held him still while I lined myself back up. 

I couldn’t wait to see how he’d punish me for this. 

With a rough jerk, I pushed into him. The choked sob he let out made me throb. I continued the intrusion, holding his gaze as his eyes filled. 

‘God, why do you ever let me do this to you?’ he hissed.

‘Because it makes you feel powerful. That’s how I feel now. Seeing you struggling for me is so fucking hot.’

By the time I’d slid half of the cock inside him, his chest and stomach shone with sweat, yet his cock was near purple at the tip. Solid. Delicious. Veined. 

‘Please,’ he whimpered as a tear trailed down his cheek. Leaning over him, I wrapped my fingers in his hair before thrusting home. 

Shivers stole over his body as I licked up his tears before kissing him, the salty-sweet of his misery on my tongue. His cock twitched between us, crushed under the weight of my dress. 

‘You did so well,’ I whispered against his lips. ‘Now let’s see how far you’ll go for me.’

* * *

Henry

How the hell had I got myself here? Spread open by my girl on my own fucking cock?

But damn, she looked hot with the absolute glee that filled her face.

Almost made the intense pain worth it. 

She knelt back, her eyes focused on the point where she impaled me. Being filled was bad enough. When she started moving, I thought I might die. 

The feeling was so weird. The stretching pain. The urge to vomit. The scrape of divine pleasure as she nudged my inner walls. 

Bex forced my knees to my chest, helping to angle herself to hit that spot with more accuracy. 

Despite myself, I let out a moan, my cock throbbing. 

‘Oh, Sir. Are you enjoying a dick up your ass?’ Bex mocked me, and my face heated, the flush seeming to flow right down to where she held me open.

‘No,’ I lied. 

‘Shall I stop?’ Those mahogany eyes glimmered as I arched my back to have her scrape that pleasure point again. 

‘No.’ The word was a whisper. A plea. A devotion. 

There’s nothing in the world I wouldn’t do for my wild, unhinged wife. Not that I wouldn’t think up some way to make her pay for this. 

The way I whimpered brought shame flooding my every pore.

‘Touch me,’ I begged. 

But Bex was enthralled with stretching my ass, transfixed by the way it pierced me. Her eyes widened as she quickened the pace, delight crossing her face with each ragged thrust. 

‘Bex. Touch my fucking cock.’ The demand in my voice had her melting, instantly obeying me. Despite all the power, she was still my good girl underneath. 

Her hand flew to my dick, stroking me in time with the thrusts of her hips. 

Glorious. 

The depraved stretching, the rubbing against my prostate, her flushed cheeks… All fucking glorious. 

‘Fuck me harder, you little devil. If you’re going to do it, then do it right.’ Taunting her had her eyes narrowing and her hips quickening. Right against that sensitive spot. My dick throbbed with each thrust, the pressure building. 

The intensity was unmatched by anything I’d ever felt. The pain vanished as I approached orgasm. Nothing but my girl and her sweet fucking hand. 

‘Don’t stop,’ I groaned, struggling against the ribbon.

‘I love you so much,’ she whimpered. ‘Even this slutty ass of yours.’

‘I love…’ my voice trailed off as pleasure gripped me in its tight embrace, ropes of cum cascading across us both. White blanketed her face and my stomach, her pretty dress and my chest. 

‘Fuck,’ I moaned, arching my hips to rub against the intrusion in my ass, milking every last drop from me. 

‘Dirty boy,’ Bex laughed. ‘Look at you fucking yourself against it. Isn’t your cock glorious?’

It may be uncouth to admit it, but damn, it really was.

Bex wiped her cum-laced hands on my hips before pulling out of me, the sensation making me shudder. 

‘What are you doing?’ I asked as she picked up her phone and snapped a picture of my rear.

‘Do I look like this when you fuck my ass–all puffy and open? It’s so inviting. I just want to stuff myself in there all over again. Look.’

Bex turned the camera to me and I died a little inside. Such a lewd fucking picture. Glistening with my cum, my ass gaping. 

‘Yes,’ I admitted. 

‘Will you fuck my ass tomorrow and show me?’

As if she needed to ask. 

‘I will.’

‘What a wedding night. Christened your ass and finally fulfilled that promise I made all those years ago.’

‘You’re trouble,’ I said as she unclipped the strap-on and dropped it on my discarded clothing.

‘And you’re hitched to this trouble. Forever.’

‘There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, my love.’

Bex untied my hands, dropping sweet little kisses onto my face as she did. My sweet slut. Whenever she took control, which was rare and usually to provoke me, she needed correcting pretty quickly. 

The temptation to roll over and sleep lurked, but first I grabbed her hard by the hair, delighting in the squeal she let out. 

‘Now, my filthy wife, lick up the fucking mess you made.’

I pushed her face to my stomach, my dick already thickening as she dragged her tongue through my cum. 

‘Tomorrow, you’re taking both cocks for me. The plastic one in your cunt and mine in your ass, and I’m going to fuck you until everyone in the village hears you scream. You’ll be my perfect, rotten whore.’

A smile curved her lips, pausing in her cleaning of my stomach. ‘That’s Mrs Whore to you.’