Bound To Three, Wife To One

      I was marrying Dominic Torres. Even though it was an arranged marriage, I was excited to see my high school crush become my husband. I'd gone through college and several years of dating, but had never quite gotten over my girlish infatuation with Dom. 

Then, he got married and my infatuation faded away though I still thought he was the hottest man to ever exist. When his wife died, I felt bad for him. By that time, I was coming to terms with never getting together with prince charming, until just week ago when the Torres came for dinner and brought up a contractual marriage proposal.

     Maybe three or four years ago, I would have balked at the idea of an arranged marriage, but after several failed relationship, an offer from the man that had been the subject of my girly fantasies since he shielded me from getting hit by a ball during recess in school, changed my mind. And now, I was waking dowm the aisle to be married to him.

Dominic

   I stood at the altar, eager to be done with the ceremony and be alone with a glass of brandy. I had to mourn Arla, not stand here pledging marital vows to another woman. A woman I barely know. I wanted to loath dad for this, but I knew I needed this. It was a means to becoming the president of the family's private airways company.

   The church bells chimed and the elaborate doors opened. At the end of the church was my bride and her father. As the slow procession to the altar began, I was not watching. I was taken back to the moment Arla was walking towards me, looking like a fairytale vision in her wedding dress and beaming at me. We were in love and wanted to be together forever. She had been so excited for me to see her in her wedding dress and I was rewarded with the stunning sight of her at the altar. I could never get over that moment. 

Someone cleared their throat and I snapped out of my reverie to find all eyes on me. The processional hymn had stopped and my bride was standing before me. What was everyone searching for in my eyes? Admiration, love? I had none of that to give. 

   I cleared my throat, and nodded for the priest to go ahead. We read out our vows. The priest declared his blessings and it was time to kiss my wife. 

    I lifted the veil, about to make it as brief as possible, but my eyes landed on her deep green orbs, the colour of a witch's brew and I was sucked in. It seemed to pull me in and I leaned closer until our lips were touching. The zing of current rushed through me and I felt her own lips tremble beneath mine. The image of those green eyes were burned into my memory long after our first kiss. 

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   Later at night, after showering and changing into the lingerie I'd picked for our wedding night, a see through mesh body suit that came with a complementary thong. I walked to Dom's room and waited while he showered. Soon, he came out, water glistening down his rock hard, broad torso, dissolving into the towel he tied on his hip. Unconsciously, my tongue poked out to wet my lips. 

"Why are you here?" His voice brought me back. He crossed to his closet, retrieved a short towel and started to dry his hair, his broad back turned to me. I imagined how his back would tense as he climaxed. I could feel the wetness sticking to my thong at the same time my nipples hardened. 

"I'm asking again. Why are you here?"

My anger rose. How could this man turn me on at the same time he annoyed me. And what husband would be so checked out on his own wedding night? We both felt that insane pull at the altar. Why is he so cold now?

"I'm asking again. Why are you here?"

I lost it. "Because it's our wedding night and I need you to fuck me."

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Dominic

I dropped the towel and turned to her. Now, she had my undivided attention. Our gazes locked and I held back a cuss. Those damn green eyes. They made me wonder what wild shade they would turn when I'm balls deep in her. Those said balls have been on fire since I saw her in the transparent lingerie that left her body to be desired. 

 I wanted to hate her too much to touch her, but I hadn't stopped thinking about her body since that kiss at the church. Violet Cassidy was no longer the clumsy junior from high school. She was a woman now, and goddamit, I could see that. 

Following my dick, I crossed the room to where she stood, brought my hand up and ran my knuckles down the front of her lingerie, deliberately slowing down at her nipple area. I saw her shiver and bite down on her lower lip. My fucking cock jumped, tenting the towel. 

"Why did you agree to marry me? You didn't even get a proper proposal. This is for our family's businesses."

I looked into his dark eyes. "Maybe we're starting on the wrong foot, but I've had a crush on you since junior school. We can make it work." She moved closer and laid a palm on my chest. I could almost smell her desire.

I chuckled. "Say it. What do you want?"

Through the mesh, my fingers rolled her dusty pink nipples. Her breath hitched. "Say it!"

"I want you to own me." She said in one breath.

  I grinned. "Good girl. You want to be fucked so bad you forget you're a wife. You want to be fucked like a slut, don't you?" I gripped her chin, hollowing her cheeks. "Answer me."

"Yes," she gritted in my hold. 

"You'll be my wife, but here, in the bedroom, you'll be my fucking good slut. Understand?"

   She bobbed her head up and down severally. 

   "Good. Now, fall on your knees."

   I dropped the towel and watched her green orbs double its size. Her tongue ran over her lips, then she leaned forward and did the same with my tip. I was in no mood for foreplay. With clenched teeth, I bunched her hair in my hands and rammed my length in her mouth. 

I heard her gag, but I knew she could take it. Soon, she was bobbing her head down my dick.

   "I bet you're soaking wet down there, Violet. I can smell your fucking arousal."

She gagged, trying to nod her head. 

"That's it. Suck it nice and fast."

My whole body tensed as I slapped into her perfect mouth.

   "Take it deep. Really deep. That's it. That's it."

   I withdrew and slapped my cock against her face watching her make slurpy sounds as she tried to get it back in her mouth.

   "Patience, little one. There you go." I eased back into her mouth, until she was choking on my cock. My grip on her hair was firm as I continued my thrusts, the tempo increasing as I felt myself nearimg my release.

 With a grunt, I shot my hot stuff down her throat and staggered back. Sitting back on her knees, she swallowed my cum and licked my tip clean, looking up at me in worship with those eyes. 

   "Get up and face the wall. Now!"