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I looked in the mirror, fluffed my hair once and did a little spin. It looked good. I looked good. No panties, of course. I briefly contemplated pulling out the plug, but it would be cruel to deprive Daddy of the chance to play with it. I also ran my fingers quickly along my pussy. I was already soaking wet.
I glanced at the clock on the wall – twenty-five minutes – I was ahead of schedule. I opened the bathroom door and paused in shock.
It was an old room, as most things in Venice seemed to be. It was large and sparsely furnished. There wasn’t a TV, but who went to Venice to watch TV in their hotel room? But it had several advantages. You could feel history coming out of the walls; a fantastic balcony looked over a canal. And a huge, wonderful king-size bed.
Daddy was lying on the bed. Around the room, there were over a dozen candles lit. The place looked magical. I could feel my hands come up to my mouth and I briefly had the urge to cry.
“I can’t believe you did this, Daddy. It’s…. amazing,” I said, walking towards the bed. Then I had another thought. “Is this, like, a fire risk?”
He laughed and patted the bed next to him. I got on it and crawled across the bed, eventually resting my head on his chest. I could feel exhaustion waving around the edges but fought it down. No matter how tired I was, there was no way I was passing out and missing out on wedding night sex. Plus, I was sure I was ovulating or would be soon.
I enjoyed feeling Daddy’s arms around me so much I had tuned out on him talking.
“… so yeah, hotel management says it should be safe. I just won’t be tossing you around as much as usual,” he said, running his fingers through my hair.
I decided to move and straddled his stomach. I didn’t trust having my pussy rubbing up against his cock yet. I looked at him and smiled.
“I know you said I don’t have to say thank you anymore, but today has been amazing. Better than I ever could have dreamed. So thank you, Daddy. You’ve made me so happy today I felt like I would burst,” I said. Then I lowered myself down to his face and kissed him.
I’ve kissed my Daddy thousands of times since the first one. I’d probably kissed him a couple of dozen times today. But the first kiss, alone in our room on our wedding night, I could feel my brain fizzle. Any chance of falling asleep vanished. It was long, sensual and perfect. I was aware that his hands now rested on my ass.
I came up for air and then looked down at him, my face inches from his and my hair covering our faces. I grinned.
“Yes, the plug is still in there. It didn’t seem right to tease you with it all day and then pull it out. Although you understand that I have other plans for your cum this evening, right?” I said.
His hands moved under the chemise, ran along my ass until they found the plug, and then gently pushed on it. I closed my eyes and groaned.
“You’re a crazy woman doing that on your wedding day, Kitten,” he said, still running his hands over the plug and my ass. I’m sure he could feel how wet his stomach was from my pussy sliding back and forth on it.
“Yes, but I’m your crazy woman. No getting rid of me now,” I said.
“True, but if you’re mine now, we need to make an adjustment. I think we need to fix that bare neck you’re displaying,” he said. Then one of his hands left my ass, reached under the pillow and pulled out a new collar. Much like the gold ring on my finger, this was a simple gold band that would discreetly lock around my neck and only Daddy could remove it.
Perfect.
“Oh Daddy,” I whispered, then nodded. He reached up and put the collar around my neck. Then, after checking to make sure it wasn’t too tight, he clicked it into place. It was a slight sound, but it made me shiver.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked quietly.
“I belong to you, Daddy. Always and forever. I swear,” I said.
“Good girl,” he said, and I thought he might cry. If he did I was doomed. I could already feel myself getting overwhelmed.
Then he rallied and smiled.
“So why don’t you be a good little girl and slide your pussy onto your new husband’s cock,” he said, giving my ass a little swat.
“Ow,” I said, not meaning it. Then I slid back and ran my wet pussy lips up and down his cock for a few moments. I heard him groan, and I knew he wouldn’t put up with much more of it, but it felt so good. I lifted my hips, grabbed his cock, pointed it upwards and then I sank down on it.
“Oh god,” we both said at the same time. It was a miracle I didn’t cum right away. It had been days since we last fucked. Combine that with the big day, and the plug still in my ass… it all conspired to set me off immediately. But I managed to hold off. Barely. I felt deeply submissive and wanted Daddy to tell me when I could cum. So instead, I did a slow grind on his cock.
“My god, Kitten, you’re beautiful,” he said, with something that sounded like awe.
“Just noticing that?” I asked, teasing.
That earned me another swat on the ass. I bounced hard on his cock a few times before switching back to my slow grind. Mutual sexual torture is always fun.
“No, brat. That stunning chemise, the candlelight and how it’s playing with your hair and face. I can’t describe it. I’m not sure a camera could capture how beautiful you are right now,” he said.
The slow grind vanished. I didn’t need to break him yet, but I needed to cum. There’s only so much a girl can take. I started bouncing on his cock, letting its tip almost slide out of my pussy, before slamming back down, burying it deep inside. The straps from the chemise also slid off my shoulders. Daddy made a quick adjustment, and soon my breasts were freely moving as I bounced.
He reached and cupped my tits. I looked at him pleadingly, knowing that I would go off like a rocket as soon as he did anything with them.
I slammed down on his cock hard, burying it deep in my pussy. He reached and pinched both my nipples hard. My eyes shot open.
“Cum now, Kitten,” he said.
“Oh fuck, Daddy!” I screamed and came.
It felt amazing after almost a week of not having sex, let alone cumming. I closed my eyes and fireworks went off behind them. Bliss flooded my brain and I was dimly aware that my muscles were spasming. I was using my hands to keep from collapsing on his chest.
And all of that was just a taste of what was to come. The next one might do brain damage.
I opened my eyes and looked down at my Daddy. He was smiling, but I could see the tension around his eyes. Then I remembered that if I hadn’t cum in a week, neither had he. I had been parading around in a short wedding dress, teasing him with a plug and now riding him wearing sexy lingerie. And then making him patiently wait while my pussy pulsed around his cock.
I bit my lip and tipped over on my right side. Daddy took the hint and rolled with me to be on top. I looked up at him and could see the lust in his eyes. And despite just cumming, I wanted more. I reached up and touched his face and parted my lips. He took the hint and leaned down to kiss me. As he did I wrapped my legs around his hips.
He pulled back and looked at me. I put my hands above me and grabbed the metal railing of the bed. I tilted my head back so that my neck was more exposed.
“We’ll play more in the morning, Daddy. And we have all week on our honeymoon. But right now, just take me,” I said. To emphasize the point, I gave his hips a little squeeze.
Daddy took the hint. He pulled back his hips and slammed his cock back into me. I screamed, and nothing in that scream indicated I was in pain.
Often when Daddy was fucking me hard, I closed my eyes and just relished in the sensation of his thick cock stretching out my pussy. But tonight, I needed to watch him. I wanted to encourage him to use his new bride however he wanted.
“Fuck me harder, Daddy. Give it to your little girl,” I said to him.
I felt Daddy’s hand gently squeeze around my throat, pressing on my new collar. I did a theatrical gasp for air.
“Oh please, Daddy,” I cried out.
My legs lifted off his hips and went up in the air. Daddy wrangled them and pinned my knees closer to my ears. I gasped as his cock managed to get deeper in me.
“You’re mine now, Kitten. That collar and ring mean you’re all mine,” he said, his voice sounding hoarse.
“Oh yes, Daddy. Fuck me! I’m your little girl now. I belong to you now. Breed me, please!”
I was dimly aware that his fucking was becoming more erratic. I knew he was close, but I could also feel the orgasm that would leave me a pile of goo was approaching at warp speed. I closed my eyes and just kept feeling it build and build.
“Oh God, Kitten!” I heard Daddy cry out, and then I felt his cum explode into me.
My brain shorted out. Pleasure and ecstasy exploded throughout my body. I cried out and then blacked out.
When I eventually came to, I could see Daddy resting alongside me, and he had a damp cloth he was using on my head. I looked up and gave him a dazed smile. I was also dimly aware there was a pillow under my hips. What a good Daddy, making sure none of his cum leaked out.
“You gave me a bit of a scare, Kitten. Even by your standards, that was a pretty hard cum,” he said.
“I’m allll good, Daddy. I really, really needed that,” I said, my voice sounding slurry. I was conscious but deeply out of it. Then I touched my stomach. Daddy gave me a scolding look.
“Kitten, do not get yourself too worked up. Yes, that was intense, and yeah, I think I filled you with about a gallon of cum, but that doesn’t mean you’re pregnant,” he said.
He was right, of course. Neither of us wanted to go through the emotional upheavals of earlier the summer. But I couldn’t help it; that was so intense and powerful. It felt like something had just happened.
Still, better safe than sorry. I reached up and touched Daddy’s face and smiled; then my hand drifted down towards his cock. I touched it and felt it twitch. Oh, I could work with that.
“Seriously, Kitten?” he said.
“You’re probably right, Daddy. I’m probably not pregnant. I guess we’ll have to keep trying.”
***
We tried a lot over the next week. At least once more that night. After the farewell breakfast with everyone, we got on the train and went on our honeymoon in Cinque Terre. I lost track of how much sex we had there. We were good for at least twice a day. I was impressed with Daddy. Yeah, he’s in great shape for a man in his 50s, and yeah, I’m sure there was some medicinal assistance towards the end. But he kept up with me and never said no. And I know I was super horny.
When we eventually made our way back to Canada, I had a bit of color, a lot of soreness, and was a happy, blissful bride. A week or so after I got back, Susan reached out and asked if I wanted to consult on some costume designs for a new TV show. I was reluctant to leave home, but she told me I could work from home for now. Eventually, she’d expect me to come to New York for meetings, but it could wait.
It was great, although Daddy had to be strict with me. I wasn’t used to working from home, so for the first few days, I kept teasing him and trying to seduce him until he laid down the law that there would be no sex during working hours.
He was right, although I thought being able to have sex during working hours would be one of the perks of working from home.
I was trying not to think if I was pregnant throughout all of this. I kept in mind Daddy’s warning. And he was right.
But after I was four days late, I got my hands on a pregnancy test. I peed on the strip and then held my breath.
Ten minutes later, I walked into Daddy’s office, where he was consulting on something. He tried to establish ground rules about interrupting each other when we were supposed to be working, with mixed success. I stood there in the doorway and waited for him to turn around. When he didn’t, I cleared my throat.
“Hi Daddy,” I said.
“Hi Kitten,” he said, not turning around.
“No, I mean it,” I said. He finally turned around. I was standing there in a sundress, holding up the pregnancy test in my hand. There were two stripes on it. I waved it and smiled.
“Hi Daddy,” I said again and grinned.