What He Deserves - Part 7

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 "How long has it been, my love?" Sophia asked softly as she stroked David's impossibly stiff cock.

"Almost a year and a half."

She nuzzled his neck and brushed her lips against his earlobe while a soft moan escaped her lips. "It makes me wet to hear you say that, to know that it's been that long since you felt the pleasure of my pussy or anyone else's."

There was a time when David struggled with the notion that he wasn't permitted to have sex, that Sophia was in control of his cock instead of him. That time had since passed. She'd shown him that there were far greater pleasures in life, at least for him.

"It turns me on too," he said.

David looked down at the sparkling engagement ring on Sophia's finger. He watched it move up and down his cock. He smiled at the notion that he'd soon marry this beautiful woman, that she would assume even greater control over his life once she became his wife.

"Look at me," she said.

David turned his head and Sophia smiled. She kissed him, doing so deeply and slowly. Their tongues indulged in an erotic dance as her fingers moved exclusively over the head of his cock, delivering the most intense pleasure with remarkably little movement.

“Have you thought about our wedding night?" she asked.

David shook his head. "I assumed I'd be worshiping you. Your body. Your pussy."

She smiled. "You will, but I have something else planned, too."

His stomach fluttered. "Will you tell me?"

Sophia nodded. "Of course. It's your wedding night too, after all."

She kissed his neck and stroked his cock, which was now thoroughly lubed with his precum. She leaned a little closer and the satin of her camisole felt wondrous against his arm and shoulder. She moaned a little louder and kissed his neck with greater vigor, moving her tongue over the flesh. He marveled at the ease with which she amped up the arousal he felt, as his loins were now tingling with intense desire.

"Our wedding night will begin with you carrying me across the threshold and into our room," she said softly. "You'll set me down and we'll share long, deep kisses. Arousal will flood your body and your cock will swell with the need to be inside your wife. The fact that you're not permitted to fuck me won't matter. Your cock won't be able to process that particular bit of knowledge."

David knew she was right about that. He always got turned on when kissing her, touching her, and generally fooling around with her. He always wanted to fuck her even though he knew Sophia would never permit him to do so.

"We'll open the bottle of champagne that's waiting on ice and you'll pour us two glasses. I'll sit in your lap in my beautiful wedding dress and we'll enjoy our champagne and lots of long, slow kisses as we celebrate starting our lives together."

She kissed him and inched a little closer, creating more contact between them. She played with his balls, spreading some of his precum onto his hairy, wrinkled flesh. She lured his tongue into her mouth and sucked slowly and sensually while he moaned.

"Once we've enjoyed our champagne I'll let you take off my beautiful dress. I'll let you see the bridal lingerie I've chosen. I promise, it's incredible, David. I'll model it for you. I might even do a naughty little dance for you. I'll definitely give you a bit of a lap dance. I'll let you touch me. I'll let you caress me in the delicate lingerie. I'll let you fantasize about actually getting to fuck your wife on your wedding night. I'll let you lose yourself in that dirty little dream."

"It sounds like a nice dream," he said.

Sophia smiled. "It will be. You'll be so hard you'll be out of your mind with desire. Your body will be flooded with it. You'll be tingling from head to toe." She kissed his neck and moaned softly. "You'll want nothing more than to slide your stiff cock into my tight, wet pussy."

"I want that right now."

"I know you do, but you know you can't have me. You know you're not worthy of fucking my pussy. You know you can't make me feel good enough to be worth letting you inside me."

He groaned. Those words had once haunted him. Now they turned him on. It had taken a long time, but Sophia had transformed David's way of thinking about sex and pleasure.

"After I get you madly aroused, I'll take your clothes off. I'll strip you naked. I'll let you touch me while I do so. I'll give your cock a few gentle strokes while we kiss. I might rub my ass up against it. I might even give you the slightest hint of my pussy by rubbing it over the top of your shaft, but I won't let you inside me, David. Even once we're married you won't be worthy of being inside me."

She kissed her way down his chest and stomach and for a moment David thought his fiancée was going to take his cock into her mouth. He knew she wouldn't - he wasn't worthy of her mouth, either - but he still wanted it. It was a trick his mind kept playing on him. It kept hoping she might actually let him have her, and every single time she dashed that hope.

"I'll take you to the bed. I'll get on my back. I'll spread my legs like a good wife is supposed to do for her husband. I'll let you take off my delicate white lace panties. I'll let you look at my wet pussy. I'll let you fantasize for a few moments about the pleasure of sliding into me and fucking me like a husband does on his wedding night."

David had no trouble picturing the moment in his mind. His beautiful bride dressed in white lingerie on her back. Her legs spread. Her panties gone and her pink pussy exposed. Her wetness obvious. His desire to be inside her overwhelming.

"It will drive me crazy," he said. "To see all of that and not be able to have you. It will be so painful."

"I know," she replied. "But that's how it has to be, David. That's what a man like you needs. You need to feel that desire. You need to be denied. You need to be put in your place and kept there. You need to understand that we'll both be happier in the long run if you're never allowed to fuck me."

Some part of David knew that the whole notion was absurd, and yet he was turned on as she said it. His cock throbbed. Precum dripped from the tip. His balls tingled.

Sophia kissed him and she did so deeply. She rewarded him with the pleasure of feeling her tongue in his mouth. She rewarded him with the thrill of being able to suck on her tongue as it swirled around.

"I'll tell you to worship my pussy," she continued. "To worship the pussy that you'll never be able to fuck. You'll crawl between my legs. You'll kiss my stocking tops. You'll kiss my thighs. You'll kiss all around the pussy that you crave but can't have. You'll put your tongue inside me. You'll taste your wife's pussy, the pussy that your cock will never penetrate. You'll feel anguish. You'll feel pain. You'll feel desire. You'll wonder if you made a terrible mistake in marrying me. Ultimately, though, you'll know that it's for the best, that you'll feel far more pleasure in being denied than you'd feel if I let you inside me."

It was strange to consider, but David knew she was right. In the past eighteen months he’d felt far greater pleasures than at any other time in his life and he'd been denied her pussy and mouth the entire time. He'd been denied the things that bring most men intense pleasure but David had found pleasure in denial, in being made to watch as Sophia fucked other men, in worshiping her afterwards, and in the long, slow handjobs that she’d given him while talking dirty about everything he’d just witnessed.

The orgasms were always otherworldly, as if Sophia really did possess some sort of magic that had given her the ability to understand exactly how to provide him with the most intense pleasure he’d ever experienced.

"Then you'll hear a knock at the door," she said.

"I will?"

Sophia nodded. "I'll instruct you to answer it. You'll try and put your clothes on, but I'll tell you to answer the door naked. You'll resist, but I'll kiss you and tell you that I'm control, that I know what I'm doing, that I've planned everything, and that you need to trust me."

"I do trust you."

She smiled. "I know you do, and you'll trust me on our wedding night. You'll answer the door. You'll find a man standing there. You'll know instantly that he's there to fuck me, that he's going to be the first person inside my married pussy, that he's going to be the man that takes your place and does the job that you're supposed to do on your wedding night. You'll know instantly that he's going to do a far better job than you would do."

"Do you know which guy you're going to invite?" David asked. Sophia had been with several men in the eighteen months since cutting him off and he suspected any of them would satisfy her.

"I do," she answered. "But I'm going to leave that part a surprise. I want you to feel a little bit nervous when you open the hotel door."

David closed his eyes and the notion that he'd be cuckolded on his wedding night washed over him. He wasn't really surprised, and yet he still felt a touch of anxiety at the idea of it actually happening.

"You'll let him in. You'll tell him I'm in the bed and waiting for him," she continued.

Sophia stroked David a little faster and he felt the first rumblings of an orgasm begin to form in his loins. The sensation was a little stronger than usual, as if talking about their wedding night had amped up his pleasure.

"You'll follow. You'll watch him strip while I masturbate to the sight of his body. You'll watch him crawl on top of me. You'll watch us kiss as my hands move over his body. You'll watch as he gets hard for me, as his cock head rubs against my pussy, as he excites both of us."

David had watched that very thing play out countless times, so it wasn't exactly difficult to picture it in the moment. He'd seen Sophia writhing beneath a well-built man. He'd seen the prospect of fucking her result in that man getting hard as a rock. He'd seen her guide that man's cock into her pussy.

"I'd enjoy watching that," he said.

She smiled. "I know you would. I know you, David. Like I've always said, I know you better than you know yourself. I understand what you want and what you need. I understand what you crave. I understand that nothing would make you happier than seeing your bride have great sex on our wedding night, and you know that you can't provide me with great sex."

Before David could say anything Sophia kissed him. It was a long, lingering, beautiful kiss. It made him tingle from head to toe and he noted how active and eager her tongue felt.

"I also understand that you enjoy watching me make another man feel good," Sophia said with a smile. "Which is why I'm going to give a blowjob on our wedding night. I'm going to have him lie on his back. I'm going to kiss my way up his legs. I'm going to take his cock in my mouth. You're going to watch your bride suck another man's big dick on our wedding night. You're going to watch me pleasure him with great vigor. You're going to watch me work to get him hard, to drive him wild, to turn him on like he's never been turned on before."

"I do like...fuck, I do like watching you suck cock," David said.

That seemed to thrill her and Sophia moaned and showered his neck in a series of the most wondrously erotic kisses. "And I like sucking cock in front of you, David, and I'm going to like it even more when I'm your wife. I'm going to love showing you one of the pleasures that you're not allowed to have. I'm going to love showing you that another man - a superior man - gets to enjoy that pleasure while you sit and watch."

"Will I be allowed to masturbate?" he asked.

"Of course not," Sophia replied. "You don't make yourself cum, David. I do. That's my job and my job only. Your job will be to sit there and watch. You'll concentrate entirely on the two of us in bed, on me sucking and stroking his cock. On me sucking his balls. On me getting him so turned on that when he finally gets to fuck me he can't help but do the most incredible job of it."

"It's so hard to watch without being able to masturbate."

Sofia laughed softly. "I know. It turns me on to know that you're struggling. But that's how it has to be, David. I know what's best for you. I'm in control, especially once we're married. You don't get to make decisions related to your cock. I make those decisions. I'm in total control."

He was hard as a rock. As frustrating as it could be, he loved that Sophia was in control of his cock and that she wielded that control with such confidence and skill.

"Eventually I'll need to get fucked, of course. Every bride needs to get fucked on her wedding night and I'll need to get fucked long and hard on our wedding night. So I'll roll onto my back. I'll invite him to be the first man to enjoy my married pussy. I'll make sure you're nice and close to the bed, too. I want to be able to hold your hand while he's in my pussy. I want to connect to my husband while a superior man satisfies my desires, while he gives me what you can't."

David kissed his fiancée’s neck. He ran his fingers over her camisole and gently cupped one of her breasts. She moaned softly so he squeezed it a little and then found her nipple with his fingers, offering a bit of stimulation while doing his best to turn her on in the same manner she'd aroused him.

"You're very good at that," she said softly. "I like that you're so eager to turn me on even though you don't get to fuck me. It's going to prove very useful in the future when I have you prepare me for other men. You'll do so eagerly, too, or you won't get to cum. You understand that, right? That you'll need to prepare me for superior men to fuck me or I won't ever let you get off."

"Yes, I understand," David answered.

"On our wedding night, though, my pussy will be soaked by the time he enters me. I'll wrap my legs around him. I'll kiss him. I'll tell him how good it feels to have a man like him inside me on my wedding night. I'll tell him I'm so grateful he was willing to take my husband's place and fuck me like I need to be fucked. I'll make him feel like the kind of man he is."

"And then he'll fuck you?"

She smiled. "He will. He'll go slow at first so I can get used to his size. Then, as I get more turned on, I'll urge him to fuck me harder and faster. I'll urge him to pound my married pussy. I'll urge him to fuck me until I have a huge orgasm, until I'm screaming, until the people in the rooms next to us think that my husband is offering me the most incredible satisfaction a woman could ever experience. You and I will know that you're not that kind of man, of course, but the neighbors don't have to know that."

Sophia cupped his balls and smiled. She pushed the straps of her camisole from her shoulders and guided his mouth to her breast. David took her nipple between his lips and slowly flicked his tongue back and forth over it.

"After I've cum, he'll pull out. I'll look over at you. I'll tell you to taste my pussy. You'll crawl between my legs. You'll put your tongue inside me. You'll taste my wetness and his precum. You'll taste the sex I just had with another man. You'll do it without hesitation."

He would. David knew he would. He'd love it, too.

"Then you'll do something for me that you've never done before," she said. His stomach fluttered. "You'll take his cock in your mouth. You'll suck my juices off of him. You'll do it to show me that you know your place. You'll do it to show me that you're going to be the kind of husband I need you to be."

David leaned back. "Sophia, I can't."

She pressed a finger against his lips. "Shh, my love. You can, and you will. I know it makes you nervous. It probably terrifies you, in fact. You're still going to do it. He's not going to laugh at you. He's not going to call you names. He's going to appreciate that you love your wife so much that you're willing to be a cocksucker for a few short moments."

David was mortified at the idea, and yet there was a tingle of pleasure. That same tingle he'd felt the first time Sophia had informed him that he'd never get to have sex with her.

She brought his mouth back to her breast and moaned when he pleasured her nipple once more. "After you've sucked his cock for a little bit you'll get back on your knees. He'll get on his back. I'll straddle him. I'll take him inside me. I'll rest my hands on his chest. I'll ride him slowly. I'll drive him wild with my pussy. I'll rub my clit into his pelvis. I'll get all worked up. I'll make you watch from different angles so you can truly appreciate how beautiful it is when your bride's pussy has a bigger, better cock inside it."

David switched to her other breast and ran his fingers over the satin tap shorts Sophia wore. He found his way between her legs and when he pressed against her pussy she moaned, giving him the green light to continue.

"We'll cum together. You'll see his cock pulse and his balls jump as he unloads in my married pussy. You'll hear me moaning. You might even see my pussy clamp down on his dick as the pleasure runs through me. I'll kiss him deeply. I'll tell him how good he fucked me. I'll tell him he's exactly the kind of man a bride craves on her wedding night."

David kissed his fiancée and pushed a hand into her shorts. His fingers moved between her pussy lips and slipped deep inside her thanks to the extreme wetness. She moaned into his mouth, put a hand on the back of his head, and kissed him with a rare kind of fervor.

"I'll climb off him. I'll roll onto my back next to him. You'll be at the foot of the bed at that point. You'll see my pussy leaking. You'll see that his dick is slick with cum and my juices. I'll tell you to clean him first," she said.

David moaned and Sophia pushed him back, straddled his thighs, and grabbed his dick with both hands.

"You won't want to, but you'll do it for me. You'll suck his big cock clean. You'll suck his cum off of it. You'll suck his balls, too, to get the drops of cum that made it all the way down there," she said while stroking him faster. "You won't like it, but liking it isn't the point. Doing it is the point. Doing it because it's what your wife wants is the point. Doing it because I know what you need. Because I know that you'll eventually come to love having cocks in your mouth for my pleasure."

David wanted to fight her on that, to shake his head, to insist that she was wrong. He did none of that, though. He was too lost in the pleasurable sensations working their way through his body.

"Then I'll let you clean my pussy, David. I'll let you clean your wife's pussy on our wedding night. That will be a true act of love. It will be you proving that you fully and completely understand your place as my husband. You'll put your tongue deep in my cunt and you'll lick up another man's load. You'll lick every drop of it out of me. You'll swallow it, too. And I'm absolutely certain you're going to love it. You're going to love cleaning another man's cum out of my pussy on our wedding night, David. You're going to love it and you're going to thank me for letting you do it."

David's body tensed up as his orgasm neared.

"Then we're all going to enjoy a glass of champagne together and he's going to fuck me again, David. He's going to fuck me twice on our wedding night. He's going to fuck me twice and you're going to clean me twice. It's going to be so beautiful."

"I know," he said as he was moments away from cumming. His state of mind ensured that it all sounded so arousing.

"After he's left, I'll make you cum. I'll make my husband cum on our wedding night. You won't go anywhere near my pussy or my mouth, but my hand will give you the pleasure you deserve, David. My hand will be all the pleasure you ever experience, but the orgasm will be the best you've ever had. I'll tease you. I'll talk dirty to you. I'll let you suck on my tits. I'll let you eat my pussy. I'll turn you on like you've never been turned on before and then I'll give you your first orgasm as a married man and you'll thank me profusely for the intense pleasure you feel."

David came. He came hard. He came while considering the idea that he would never, ever get to have sex again. That he would never enjoy a blowjob again. That his life had changed in ways he couldn't imagine.

It was a blissful orgasm. A beautiful, perfect, overwhelmingly good orgasm. It was better than when he fucked women. So much better.

"Taste yourself," Sophia said as she held up a finger.

David took her finger in his mouth. He sucked it clean. He tasted himself like she wanted.

"Now make me cum."

She climbed off of him, took off her shorts, and then stood astride him and lowered her pussy to his face.

David worshiped his future wife. He worshiped her while thinking of the happy marriage they were about to embark on. He felt grateful for her. Overwhelmingly grateful. She was right. She knew what was best for him. There would be difficult days, but Sophia knew what was best for him and David was going to commit himself to her. He was going to be a great husband.

The End.