Accidental Bride by Cristina Lollabrigida

ChapterTwenty-Eight

Smack, smack, smack—the only sounds in the room were that of the crop connecting with Alessandra’s ass. She lost count of the lashes, and Drake chuckled darkly.

“You were supposed to count each one out loud, bella.”

“Ten, Master,” she cried.

“Good girl. Keep your eyes on me and place your hands behind your back.”

Drake swallowed the lump in his throat. He needed to show Alessandra trust and remain calm, but the sudden fear in her doe eyes made him want to kick everyone out of the room. The possessive beast rose within him, threatening to pluck the eyes of every man and woman in the room staring at her naked form.

The evening pushed every boundary of hers and was their biggest exercise in trust. He was a lucky bastard that she was willing to participate. He’d barely earned the trust she gave him, and he wouldn’t take it for granted. Trust was something that was earned over time and could be easily lost. He was determined to show Alessandra that he was worthy of her trust, even though he didn’t deserve it.

Some men called themselves Doms, but their primary objective was to break women. They were abusers in kinky disguise, like the man who’d “trained” his wife. Now that his case had gone to shit, the least he could do was get justice for her.

There were three men on Drake’s list: Anthony Russo, the man who abused his daughter and allowed others to abuse her. Drake hadn’t forgotten the bruise on Alessandra’s face on their wedding day. Luca Donato, the asshole who promised Alessandra the world and betrayed her in every way. And the masked trainer. Drake sought after his identity and wouldn’t rest until he uncovered it.

There was no owning Alessandra. His fierce and feisty wife was too beautiful to break. He learned her tells when she felt overwhelmed. She self-consciously rubbed the scars on her wrist; even the cuffs he chose weren’t enough to distract her.

Binding Alessandra wasn’t for his pleasure. It was for her. He meant it when he said he wanted to turn her traumatic experience into a positive one. The wrist cuffs would protect her from the bindings rubbing against her skin, but he still carefully chose silken cords off the wall.

Drake would never let someone he didn’t trust implicitly near his wife in such an intimate manner. He captured Alessandra’s attention while Jerry carefully took hold of her wrists and tied them behind her. Jerry was an experienced rigger and could restrain her without harm.

“Master!” Alessandra’s voice tinged with panic.

“It’s alright, dolcezza. It’s only Jerry. He is just making sure that you are safe while we play. No one else will touch you this evening. It will only be me.”

Jerry whispered in her ear, “You’ll be safe tonight, I promise. I’ll be watching and making sure of it.”

Once the bindings were in place, Jerry rounded Alessandra so she could see him before he returned to his husband.

“Now, I’d like to blindfold you. Removing your sight will heighten every other sense as we play tonight. Not having your hands or eyes will allow you to divulge in other sensual pleasures.”

Alessandra nodded, and he turned her away from the audience once more. They were offered an unobstructed view of her ass and bound hands. But the move was intended to give her privacy while he removed the black lace mask and replaced it with a silky blindfold. The club offered complete anonymity unless there was consent during private play to reveal one’s identity.

Most members chose even then to remain masked. And though some knew one another’s identity, discretion was the name of the game. Drake and Jerry knew every person currently in the room, as they were a carefully chosen audience. He’d never allow someone he didn’t know into his private sanctuary or such an intimate view of his wife.

Drake brushed his lips against Alessandra's in a light kiss before holding the blindfold in front of her face.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

She nodded. Whenever he asked her to trust him, he wanted to tell her he loved her. But the words stuck in his throat. Instead, he intended to reward with pleasure tonight.

Alessandra’s lips trembled slightly as the blindfold plunged her into darkness. She shivered as he ran his fingertips along the collar around her neck.

She gasped when he scooped her up and gingerly placed her on the bed. He took a moment to feast on her beautiful curves. Drake was still fully dressed, a symbol of his dominance, while Alessandra lay naked on the red silk sheets. He hooked her under the shoulders and pulled her to the edge so her head hung down, her auburn hair fell like a curtain.

She crossed her long slender legs as though that would keep the audience from viewing her glistening bare pussy. He wished he had left her panties on for the satisfaction of tearing them from her body. Alas, next time. Her perky breasts were more prominent due to the arch her arms behind her back caused. Drake debated grabbing the set of silver clamps but decided against them so he could taste her sweet buds.

Alessandra groaned in appreciation as Drake massaged her shoulders. He leaned over her so only she would hear him. “How does that feel, wife?”

“More—” she gasped as he squeezed and fondled her breasts.

He chuckled. “Don’t worry. You’ll have your wish soon because I’m going to fuck your face in a minute.”

Drake tweaked her nipple, eliciting a squeal before pulling back. He lowered his zipper and fisted his throbbing cock. There was no such thing as a soft cock or semi-hard around Alessandra. He was raring to go at any time.

“Open your mouth, bella,” he commanded.

Her pouty-painted lips eagerly parted before him. He held himself at the base and traced the outline of her soft lips with his velvety tip. Alessandra’s tongue darted out to caress him.

Drake fed her slowly at first so as not to overwhelm her, but she proved willing and able. Her lips closed around him, and her tongue joined in the fun as he moved in and out. After a few shallow thrusts to allow her time to adjust, he couldn’t hold back anymore.

“It’s time to turn up the heat,” he said as he grabbed her hair to hold her steady and pushed deep until he met the back of her throat. He withdrew and thrust forward again, repeating until her nose hit the pull of his zipper. He snapped his hips repeatedly. Every few thrusts, he held himself deep for several seconds.

She hummed around him, increasing his pleasure. “Mmm. You’re a wonderful little cocksucker, darling. But I need to bury myself in you now. I need to prove to everyone here that you’re mine. And I’ll do it by filling you with my come.”

Alessandra gurgled in response, vibrating his cock in her throat. A string of saliva connected their bodies when he pulled out. It took everything in him not to shoot his load on her heaving chest as he gazed at her pink, freshly fucked face.

Drake picked her up and adjusted her body so her legs hung off the bed this time. He wrenched her thighs apart and left her open and on display to those in the room. Her exposed pussy glistened in the low light a moment before her legs snapped shut.

Still clothed, Drake reached for the crop, his preferred flogging method. A quick flick of his wrist and it came down across her thighs. Alessandra yelped before her legs fell open naturally.

“Remember, you can use your safe word if you need to.”

Though Drake owned the room, he’d never played in it before. Quick connections were made on the main floor if he was ever in the mood. He walked to the closed wardrobe, which was full of new varieties of dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, and more toys.

Dancing his fingers across several options, Drake settled on a little pink egg. While small, the vibration on the toy was mighty. It buzzed to life with the click of a button.

Leaving it on, he approached the bed once again. Gazing at Alessandra’s gorgeous body, he lowered his hand to her nipple. Her body jerked, clearly not expecting the vibrator to kiss her there.

Drake worried her other nipple between his teeth. Murmurs sounded from the crowd around them. A slap of flesh came from somewhere behind him. While the audience wouldn’t join them on the bed, it didn’t stop them from having their own fun.

“You’re so incredibly responsive. Just a little more, and then I’ll fuck you like you deserve,” Drake whispered in her ear as he moved the vibrator down her belly and nudged her clit with it. Alessandra’s hips jerked, and she struggled against her restraints.

“Easy, dolcezza. I’ve got you. Fidati di me.”

“Please… please, Master,” she begged.

She continued to buck and whimper as the intense vibrations brought her close. Drake held her hips to steady her. He counted ten seconds out loud, pulling away before she detonated. She cried at the sweet torture, a layer of sheen settled across her skin.

Drake let her calm down for a moment, stroking her inner thighs with his fingertips. He licked a bead of sweat that rolled down the valley between her magnificent breasts.

He dropped the still-buzzing toy and picked up a single feather. Her back arched as he caressed her nipples and tickled her belly with it.

Alessandra’s breath hitched, and a sob tore from her throat as he brushed the tops of her thighs. He grinned and bit his lip, watching her every move. Just a little more, he told himself. She held up remarkably well, but she was still new to this.

He wouldn’t deny her orgasm much longer. But oh god, every sigh, whimper, and cry made him hotter and harder than he’d ever been before. Alessandra was the most responsive playmate he’d ever had. His weeping cock refused to be ignored much longer. He’d be coming inside her soon enough.

He drew the feather through Alessandra’s wetness and flicked it against her clit before dropping it and picking up the egg again. He feasted on her sweet nectar and probed her entrance with his tongue as the toy pressed against her clit. Alessandra trembled, teetering close to the edge again.

Drake moved to explore her rear passage with his fingertip. She cried out at the contact. “No! Don’t!”

At her shout, Drake stopped abruptly. He hesitated briefly, giving her the chance to give him a color or her safe word. But when neither came, he proceeded to roll her over so her cheek and chest were down to the mattress.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and lifted her so she rested on her knees with her ass in the air. “It’s time for your punishment, principessa. The audience is going to enjoy watching me discipline my naughty girl.”

Drake dropped the crop on the bed and admired the lashes that colored Alessandra’s gorgeous rear. He stroked her back and kissed the marks he left on her ass.

“You forget the rules. Number one, I am your Master, and you will address me as such. Number two, no speaking without permission. Number three, you have a safe word. If you need me to stop at any time, use it.”

“I’m sorry, Master,” she blubbered.

He needed to anchor them both and squeezed Alessandra’s hands. He exhaled, relieved when she squeezed back. Caring for the comfort of his sub during a session and needing her reassurance was new to him.

Drake ran his hand over Alessandra’s round ass, giving it a squeeze and slap before thrusting three fingers into her dripping pussy. She surged forward at the intrusion, but he put his other hand on her shoulder to hold her still.

He fucked her with his fingers for mere seconds before she cried out again. “Please fuck me.”

Drake shook his head and chuckled at his needy brat. He withdrew his fingers and left Alessandra in position as he backed off the bed to remove his clothes.

Drake was tested before the wedding and knew he was clear. He had always practiced safe sex before. But tonight, in this environment, the excitement of taking his wife bare set his nerve endings tingling with anticipation.

Filling her with his cum and claiming her for everyone to see fulfilled a need he never knew existed. Right now, a child was the last thing they needed, but one day, he’d fuck a baby inside her and watch her belly swell with pride. Until then, practice made perfect.

Drake returned to the bed and climbed behind Alessandra. He grabbed her hips without hesitation and entered her in a single hard thrust.

“Yes!” she screamed.

Drake pistoned in and out without mercy, lost in an animalistic frenzy. Pumping his hips, he gave into the pure sensation of flesh against flesh. Sex, sweat, and sounds of pleasure permeated the air around them.

“I’ve reached nirvana fucking your tight, warm pussy bare. I’m never wearing a condom again,” he said as slapped her ass with his palm.

Alessandra whimpered in response. His hips continued pounding against hers as he took and took. “Fuck me, dolcezza. We can’t end this before we’ve truly begun.”

Drake pulled out and gripped the base of his cock. He took a few deep breaths to take the edge off and thrust his fingers inside Alessandra. She wailed as he tweaked her clit. He withdrew and used her wetness to probe her tight rosebud again. Though she squirmed and whined, she didn’t use her safe word.

“Do you like me playing with your ass, bella? I’m proud that you didn’t use your safe word. Don’t worry. I won’t fuck your ass tonight. I don’t want an audience when I take you there.”

He worked her rear passage with his finger until the tight ring gave way for him to slip in up to the first knuckle, and he thrust his cock into her again.

“Fuck, bella. Your pussy is superb. Do you like my bare cock in your naughty cunt? Milk me and coax every drop of cum from my body.”

He synced his movements, thrusting his cock in time with his finger, overwhelming Alessandra’s senses. She moaned, sweaty and shaky beneath him.

“Please—”

“It’s time, Alessandra. Don’t forget to show your gratitude when you come.” Drake grunted as his own limit was reached.

Their moans were lost in the sounds of pleasure around them. His eyes crossed as Alessandra’s body spasmed around his cock.

He spanked her ass one final time as hard as he could while driving his cock deep. “You. Are. Mine. Come for me!” He pinched her clit.

“Master! Yes! Master! Thank you!” she screamed her release.

Drake spasmed inside her, spurting hot liquid while howling like a beast gone blind before collapsing against her backside.

“Good girl. You were incredible.”

Drake held her body while he removed his finger and gently pulled out. The audience clapped around them. In the moment of climax, he’d forgotten others were still in the room.

Drake removed Alessandra’s blindfold, replaced her mask, and then untied the rope around her wrists. He massaged them for a moment before turning her to their audience.

“Take your bow, dolcezza.”