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It was a lot of fun, but I was eager to get to the main event.

We had a suite at one of the most venerated hotels in Manhattan for the rest of the weekend. That was the extent of our honeymoon. For now at least. We might take a longer trip in the off-season but it was still up for debate. We had a bun in the oven after all.

Cade simply couldn't take too much time off during the season. I didn't mind though. There were plenty of thrills to be had right here.

I leaned against him in the elevator to the penthouse.

"Tired, sweetheart?"

I shook my head 'no.'

We stepped inside and smiled at each other, a little uncertainly. We both knew that tonight was different. Special somehow.

Of course, Cade had no idea just
how
different it was going to be.

"Want to wash up?"

I gave him an odd look. Was he stalling? I knew he was aroused but I wasn't sure if he had caught on to my plans. I needed the element of surprise to pull this off.

"No. Do you?"

He shook his head and I sighed in relief. Though, if he showered I might have time to hide all my tools… I felt like a criminal, scheming like this.

But he deserved it. And like the saying goes, he had it coming.

And then some.

I felt unaccountably shy as he pressed me against him. I could feel how hard he was. Good. That's exactly how I wanted him.

And I was going to keep him like that.

All damn night.

He lifted my wedding dress off of me carefully, then pulled his own clothes off until he was standing there nude. I took him in, smiling appreciatively. His equipment was all mine now. And I liked it.

I liked it a lot.

"Cade?"

"Hmmm hmmm?"

"Get on the bed."

He raised his eyebrows, grinning at me. He thought we were playing a game. Good. Let him think that a little while longer.
 

"Yes, ma'am!"

I watched as he lay down. I told him to get in the center of the bed and he grinned wider. He watched eagerly as I crawled on top of him, straddling his chest. He reached for me and I grabbed one hand, cuffing him before he knew what was happening. I locked the cuff to the bedpost while he was distracted, pawing my ass with his other hand.

Then I sat back and smiled at him.

Cade Dupree looked at his bound arm then back at me. He looked surprised as hell. I was loving every minute of it.

Finally, I was the one with the upper hand.

"Surprise!"

Chapter Thirty-One

Cade

"Does this hurt?"

I stared in shock at my bride. She'd shackled me to the bedpost before I even noticed. It was only one arm, but still.
 

She took my other wrist and slapped a leather cuff on that one too. I didn't resist as she secured it to the other side of the bed, wondering what the hell she was up to. I had to admit I was curious. Intrigued even.

Mrs. Camille Dupree was full of surprises.

She walked around the bed, leaving my feet unbound. She pulled something else out and I started to shake my head 'no'.

A ball gag. My bride had a damn ball gag. That was right about when I started to get nervous as hell.

"Open up,
buttercup
."

I opened my mouth to protest but she was too fast. Once again I was impressed by my wife's reflexes and sneakiness. She could give lessons in setting a trap.

Or gagging a man who had a foot and a half of height on her.

I had a moment of concern that she was going to try and put something in my butt. I had to draw the line there. Anything else was pretty much fair game.

I really hoped there was a blowjob in her plans.

"If it hurts, let me know."

She covered her mouth with her hand, pretending to giggle shyly.

"Oops! You can't."

She smirked at me and stood up on the bed, straddling my head. Then slowly, very slowly, she lowered herself down.

"If you can get my panties wet, you get a prize."

I moaned and lifted my chin, rubbing my face up and down the sheer white lace of her panties. She was dolled up in a garter and a strapless corset. She looked like one of those famous swimsuit models.

On steroids.

I inhaled deeply, loving the faint, warm scent of her. My dick twitched in response. Then she was gone.

She knelt beside me, running her fingernails over my skin. Up and down my thighs and over my belly, then down again. She avoided my cock completely, which was driving me nuts.

I stared at her fingers, trying to telepathically nudge them an inch to the left… or the right… just… there…

She lowered her lips so that they hovered over my cock, while staring into my eyes. She stuck out her tongue and briefly swirled it over my tip, nursing it with her soft lips. I groaned as my hips jerked upwards. But she stopped, all too soon.

Her cool hands closed over my shaft. I watched as she pulled on my cock a few times and then slid something over it. It hugged my balls and the base of my cock. I knew what it was too.

It was a God damn cock ring.

That could mean only one thing. One terrifying, wonderful thing.

My bride was planning on keeping me hard for a good long while. I groaned and tugged on my cuffs as she lowered her head again, giving me another quick suck. My hips shot up towards the ceiling but she just smiled and wagged her finger at me.

I moaned in frustration as she took off her corset, then undid my ball gag. She sat beside me, playing with her gorgeous tits. Making me watch.

"Do you want to taste?"

"Yes!"

She smiled and leaned forward, offering me one nipple and then the other. With one hand she reached back and stroked my balls. I cursed and she laughed.

"Don't worry Cade. I'm going to ride you. Just wait a little while longer…"

She straddled my head and pulled her panties to the side. I stared up at her gorgeous pussy, stretching my tongue out towards it. With a sigh she lowered herself just enough so that I could twirl my tongue against her.

She rocked her hips, circling her sweet lips over my face. I went to town, licking with a desperation I'd never felt before. In no time, Cami was coming.

I tasted the extra moisture as she creamed all over my tongue. I lifted my chin, wanting to rub my face all over her. She shook and shimmied as I tongue fucked her through a massive orgasm.

Cami slid off me and leaned against my shoulder. She was catching her breath from her well-earned orgasm. I had made her wait over a week after all. But her naughty little fingers were still busy, scraping up and down my inner thighs and balls.

She took a sip of water and offered me some. I slurped it, getting water everywhere. Then she put the ball gag back in. She ran her fingers over my cock, lubing it up.

"Such a nice, hard cock. I feel like riding tonight."

She winked and straddled me.

"Now Cade, you know the rules- no coming! Not until
I
say so."

She smiled as she lowered herself onto my bare cock. I groaned at the feel of her tight little pussy as it enveloped me. She held onto her tits, pulling on the hard nipples. The sight of her like that… it was almost too much for me. I bucked my hips, trying to get further inside her but she shook her finger at me again.

Then she licked that same finger and lowered it to her clit.

My eyes practically bulged out of my head as I watched my wife bring herself to orgasm, with just the tip of my cock inside her. Her pussy convulsed all over my cockhead, giving me lots of teasing but no satisfaction.

I moaned as she settled down a little further. She started to rock back and forth, riding me softly. I wasn't in nearly far enough to get my rocks off yet.

Then she licked her finger again. I cursed, shaking my head. She stroked her clit, her eyes never leaving mine. She slid down further this time so I could feel her hugging my cock when she came.

"Ah ah ah ahhhhh!"

Camille was letting go, really enjoying herself. One hand played with her nipples while the other diddled herself silly. After another orgasm she finally slid down the whole way. We both groaned in unison. She was barely moving on my cock though. She was just sitting there.

It was diafuckingbolical.
 

She could come. I could not. Never mind the cock ring, the feeling of being embedded fully inside her but not being able to move was driving me literally insane.

I doubted I could have put two words together, even without the cock ring.

Then she did something even crueler.

She turned around.

I gasped when I saw her gorgeous ass. A sparkly faux gemstone winked at me from her ass. She'd worn the fancy butt plug I'd gotten her. One of many, many toys I'd given her over the past week. I realized it was the first time she'd worn it. She must have been saving this one.

She must have had it in during the entire wedding.

Camille gripped my ankles and started to ride me. I wanted to grab that ass and work it over my cock. But she had her own rhythm and she kept switching gears on me. I knew it was on purpose.
 

It was supposed to tease me, to get my balls full and on the verge of bursting. And it was working. It was sweet, heavenly torture. I was more desperate to come than I'd ever been in my life.

"Hmmm, that's nice. I feel like a cowgirl!"

She looked over her shoulder at me and winked.

"A reverse cowgirl!"

Then she did something so cruel I could hardly believe this was my sweet woman. My bride. I'd married this vicious creature and now I would have to pay the price.

Camille reached down and started to play with my balls.

Camille

I started to come again, using Cade's perfect cock to work myself into a frenzy. He grunted through the ball gag behind me but I ignored him, using my finger to bring myself to yet another rip-roaring orgasm. One of many I would have tonight.

I figured I had earned them.

I wasn't so cruel that I would leave him tied up like this all night though. Just a little while longer… I bucked wildly as the orgasm tore through me, making me lose my focus.

I arched backwards, my eyes on the ceiling. I waited for the shudders to pass, idly stroking his swollen balls. They were hot and heavy with seed.

I glanced over my shoulder at Cade. He looked like he was delirious from being tortured. His brow was sweaty and his face was twisted in concentration.

"Do you want to come, Cade? Have you had enough?"

He nodded vigorously, clearly desperate. I smiled at him sweetly. Unfortunately for him, I wasn't quite ready to stop.

"Soon. But not yet."

I faced his ankles and started to ride him again. I swiveled my hips with more confidence, liking the way I had total control in this position. I could work his cock exactly the way I wanted to, getting him inside me where he brushed my G-spot with each stroke.

I was getting close again when I heard it.

The sound of splintering wood.

Then I was being lifted up and over onto my back. My husband was above me, his cock spearing my soaking wet pussy. He still wore the ball gag as he started to fuck me hard and fast.

He groaned in ecstasy and reached down. He pulled out long enough to remove the cock ring and drove back into me again. I shivered, my body craving his pouding, rhythmic thrusts.

It was fun riding him, but this was something different.

He fucked me hard, but it didn't hurt. He was careful of the baby, controlling the depth of his thrusts. But good lord did it feel good.

He was a wild animal on top of me. He wasn't making love. He was mating.

He was claiming me.

I felt his cock expand as he started to come. He growled through the gag and started to thrust out of tempo. Little shocks of light seemed to pass between us as I felt the first warm spurt hit my womb.

I screamed as I came, harder than I ever had before.

He rode through my orgasm and his, sweat flying everywhere as he slid in and out, his orgasm not seeming to end. I was seeing stars as he finally stilled, his cock still twitching inside me in time to my own aftershocks.

He rolled to the side, the shackles still attached to the broken pieces of wood.

I leaned against him, tracing circles on his chest with my fingertips.

"We're going to have to pay for the bed."

Only then did he pull the ball gag from his mouth. He wiped his face and smiled at me, lightly slapping my hip.

"I told you darlin'. There's a reason they call me 'The Wrecker.'"

Six Months Later

Cade

I walked back and forth in our new apartment, bouncing Mason up and down on my hip. He'd been fed and cleaned recently. Now I was hoping he'd go down for a nap.

Mommy and daddy had some grown-up business to attend to.

I reached down with my free hand and grabbed the strap around my cock. I'd been wearing it all day since our morning session. I hoped soon, she'd let me come.

My wife had taught me something new during our wedding night.

Sometimes it was good to let the lady be in charge.

She popped her head into the nursery.

"Is he sleeping?"

"Almost."

I whispered love words against his fuzzy head. He was a big boy, and strong. But he was also so soft and sweet smelling it made me want to gobble him up.

"You can put him down now. I think he's ready."

I nodded, setting our baby boy gently down in his crib.

"Then come on husband, it's time to claim my womanly rights."

I grinned and followed her to the bedroom.

Damn straight, it was a good thing to be married.

I watched as my wife pulled off her clothes and stood there in a sexy ass bra and panties. I noticed she had a jar of lube in one hand. She tossed it to me and bent over, looking over her shoulder at me.

"Your turn, husband."

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