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Story: Obsessive Stalker
“I think Iama slut. For you only,” I add quickly. “For you, I think I could definitely be a slut.”
Epilogue
Damien
It’s beena year since the day I took Kristen from the lake house. The trust and love has only grown since then, and today I’m proud to say that Kristen walked down the aisle to me -voluntarily.
“You make a beautiful bride,” I say to her for the hundredth time, kissing her neck.
“Damien,” Kristen whispers. “There are people watching us.”
“Let them watch,” I growl. “They already know you belong to me. They saw you say your vows. They see the ring on your finger.”
“Yes, but just because we’re married that doesn’t mean you can practically mount me in public,” Kristen laughs.
I pull away and give her a look.
“No,” she says, her eyes widening. “That’s not a dare.”
I look at the crowd of onlookers, friends and family gathered to watch our first dance as husband and wife,
“I don’t know,” I say. “I think public sex could be the next frontier for us. We’ve explored so much already. Why not?”
“Don’t you dare,” she says.
I grin.
“Okay, so not at our wedding,” I say. “What about our honeymoon? We’ll be out of the country…nobody we know in our day to day life would be around.”
“No way,” Kristen says.
“Our honeymoon suite has a balcony,” I remind her. “I could always fuck you over the rail of that.”
“No.”
“What about the pool?” I say. “I could take you in the pool.”
“Gross. A pool? No thanks.”
I smile.
“Okay,” I say. “What about in the car I arranged to take us to the airport? It’s got blacked out windows…a partition between us and the driver…soundproofing. Nobody could hear your screams, nobody could see you getting fucked like a little slut in your pretty white dress.”
She doesn’t respond, but I can tell her breathing has changed, her chest rising and falling faster against mine. The way it always does when I talk to her like this, especially when I drop the ‘s’-word.
“You know I wouldn’t let anyone see you,” I continue softly.
“I know,” she says. “You’re too jealous to allow that.”
“Not jealous,” I say. “Possessive. Possessive because you belong to me and nobody else. Any other man looking at you in that way is looking upon what’s mine.”
She doesn’t reply.
“Do you disagree?” I challenge her, enjoying our playful banter and not ready to stop, to have to return to the crowd and greet all of our guests, to do the wedding speeches and bouquet tosses and toasts and all the other obligatory wedding stuff.
Like my wife, I was excited for our wedding…but not because I like weddings; I was excited because today Kristen is officially legally bound to me.Forever,if I have anything to say about it.
And now that she belongs to me, all I want is to take her away from here and have her, fuck her in this dress knowing she’s officially Mrs. Kristen Barlowe.
Wife of a billionaire, a criminal reformed into a decent man. Through good deeds, maybe I’ll eventually make up for the bad ones in y past. But even if I don’t manage to do that, marrying Kristen might just be enough to save my wicked soul.
She’s the light in my life, the positive in the darkness that used to be all that I know. Reunited with my best friend Vince, she was the final missing piece in my life. The woman.Mywoman.
“I don’t disagree,” Kristen says finally. “I belong to you, Damien. Only you.”
Epilogue
Damien
It’s beena year since the day I took Kristen from the lake house. The trust and love has only grown since then, and today I’m proud to say that Kristen walked down the aisle to me -voluntarily.
“You make a beautiful bride,” I say to her for the hundredth time, kissing her neck.
“Damien,” Kristen whispers. “There are people watching us.”
“Let them watch,” I growl. “They already know you belong to me. They saw you say your vows. They see the ring on your finger.”
“Yes, but just because we’re married that doesn’t mean you can practically mount me in public,” Kristen laughs.
I pull away and give her a look.
“No,” she says, her eyes widening. “That’s not a dare.”
I look at the crowd of onlookers, friends and family gathered to watch our first dance as husband and wife,
“I don’t know,” I say. “I think public sex could be the next frontier for us. We’ve explored so much already. Why not?”
“Don’t you dare,” she says.
I grin.
“Okay, so not at our wedding,” I say. “What about our honeymoon? We’ll be out of the country…nobody we know in our day to day life would be around.”
“No way,” Kristen says.
“Our honeymoon suite has a balcony,” I remind her. “I could always fuck you over the rail of that.”
“No.”
“What about the pool?” I say. “I could take you in the pool.”
“Gross. A pool? No thanks.”
I smile.
“Okay,” I say. “What about in the car I arranged to take us to the airport? It’s got blacked out windows…a partition between us and the driver…soundproofing. Nobody could hear your screams, nobody could see you getting fucked like a little slut in your pretty white dress.”
She doesn’t respond, but I can tell her breathing has changed, her chest rising and falling faster against mine. The way it always does when I talk to her like this, especially when I drop the ‘s’-word.
“You know I wouldn’t let anyone see you,” I continue softly.
“I know,” she says. “You’re too jealous to allow that.”
“Not jealous,” I say. “Possessive. Possessive because you belong to me and nobody else. Any other man looking at you in that way is looking upon what’s mine.”
She doesn’t reply.
“Do you disagree?” I challenge her, enjoying our playful banter and not ready to stop, to have to return to the crowd and greet all of our guests, to do the wedding speeches and bouquet tosses and toasts and all the other obligatory wedding stuff.
Like my wife, I was excited for our wedding…but not because I like weddings; I was excited because today Kristen is officially legally bound to me.Forever,if I have anything to say about it.
And now that she belongs to me, all I want is to take her away from here and have her, fuck her in this dress knowing she’s officially Mrs. Kristen Barlowe.
Wife of a billionaire, a criminal reformed into a decent man. Through good deeds, maybe I’ll eventually make up for the bad ones in y past. But even if I don’t manage to do that, marrying Kristen might just be enough to save my wicked soul.
She’s the light in my life, the positive in the darkness that used to be all that I know. Reunited with my best friend Vince, she was the final missing piece in my life. The woman.Mywoman.
“I don’t disagree,” Kristen says finally. “I belong to you, Damien. Only you.”