eenslaved: “Meeting the Family" BDSM erotica |  Fictional characters over 1

eenslaved: “Meeting the Family" BDSM erotica |  Fictional characters over 18 | MMf, submissive wife | Originally published August 10, 2020Wade reached for her. She swallowed her cry of shock as his warm, calloused hands lifted her breasts, then let them drop. “Goddamn, look at that bounce. I’d have a hard time stopping myself from whipping them day and night.”His hands were back on her, squeezing this time, as if her breasts were inflatable stress relief toys. She sniffled a little, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip and blinking hard against the sting of tears. Something twisted low in her belly. Arousal, mingled with a writhing shame.“These sure are fun to play with,” Wade commented. “Yes, sir. I’m partial to using this cane on ‘em. It’s got great flexibility and stings like a bitch.”Wade nodded with approval even as he continued cupping the generous roundness, hefting and plumping up the mounds of flesh. The way he handled her, with such disgraceful impropriety, made her feel as if he were testing her breasts, checking their size and firmness and resiliency…like a man might check the teeth or hooves of a horse before agreeing to a sale. Wade rubbed the pads of his calloused fingers over her nipples, pinching them experimentally, his dark as molasses eyes, just like his son’s, probing her face for a response. “You know these’ll be even more fun once you start whelping her. She’ll go up a cup size at least, maybe more.”Brian chuckled. “I’m looking forward to it.”Without warning or sign, Wade slapped one of her breasts. She gasped loudly, “Oh!” but thankfully her training held, and she kept her hands at her sides, instead of reaching up to cradle and cover her stinging breast as she yearned to do. Her future father-in-law slapped her other breast. He took up a steady rhythm a hard, loud slap against the soft, yielding globe of flesh, a pause to watch the heavy weight swing and settle, before delivering the next slap. Very quickly, her chest gained a reddened color while the pain bloomed like roses. Her nipples were stiffened peaks, twin flags waving for more direct attention. Which they got, when Wade pinched them cruelly one at a time as a means of holding a breast up to better deliver his firm, forceful slaps.“Spread your legs for inspection, Cherrie.”She sucked in a trembling breath and parted her thighs, pulling her wool skirt up to her hips in order to accommodate the proper position. Brian slide two questing fingers inside her, his thumb brushing her clit. She groaned faintly, cringing at this invasion.“This is why I’m marrying her,” Brian said, showing the shiny slickness on his fingers to his father. “Anything I do to this body, anything at all, and she just gushes.”“You keeping things on a simmer?”“Most days it’s more like a constant boil,” Brian said. “I don’t let her come much, and not at all these days, not since I put that ring on her finger. Part of her wedding preparations. Our honeymoon is going to be a treat. It’ll be the longest stretch she’s gone without one of those climaxes she craves, and I plan to keep her stirred up.”“Good. It’ll put her in the right frame of mind, having a constant reminder of what this body’s for providing tight, wet holes for when a man needs some relief. Trust me, son,” Wade said, as he kept his gaze on her chastened face, “You keep this hot little body on the boil, and keep her tethered so she doesn’t get any funny ideas about taking things into her own hands. Make sure she stays put where you leave her. That way you’ll always know where she is when you got a use for her. You keep a tight control over that juicy cunt, and she’ll be a sweet and docile wife to you, son. That’s the secret to a long and happy marriage.” -- source link

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