Becca Bellamy
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Good Boy - Part 13
🕑 Added 2025-02-15 07:01:03 +0000 UTCClick here to read the previous parts of the story.
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Jonathan lifted his beautiful bride into his arms and carried her across the threshold and into the hotel room where they'd spend their wedding night. She laughed with delight and they shared a kiss before he set her down.
"This has been the best day of my life, Bridget," he said. "I really can't believe you're my wife. I just can't. I can't believe I'm your husband."
She smiled and stepped into his arms. He ran his hand down the soft satin of her wedding down and she deftly loosened his bowtie before kissing him. The moment her lips parted Jonathan lost himself in a tidal wave of desire for his wife.
Bridget had denied him an orgasm for the past two weeks because she wanted him to be out of his mind with desire for her when they became husband and wife. Her plan had worked like a charm.
"Are you going to be a good husband?" she asked softly.
"I will be. I'm going to spend the rest of my life doing everything in my power to make you happy, Bridget."
Her smile was soft and beautiful. "You're going to be a good boy for me?"
The question made his loins tingle. After two weeks without an orgasm, the mere usage of the term 'good boy' was enough to trigger the part of Jonathan that found deep, intense reward and arousal in being submissive to his wife.
"Yes, I'm going to be a good boy for you. I'll always be a good boy for you."
"Say it from your knees."
Jonathan sank to his knees and looked up at his wife, who somehow looked even happier. "I'll always be a good boy for you, Bridget."
She ran her fingers through his hair. "I would have loved for that to have been in your vows, but that wasn't really practical. It's good to hear you make that promise now, though. You should know that I expect you to follow through on it, that I expect you to put in every effort to be a good boy for me."
"I will."
She offered a radiant smile and backed up until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. Jonathan waited until she beckoned him closer and then crawled towards his wife.
"I knew we'd end up here the day we met a little over a year ago, Jonathan," she said. "I could feel it. I knew you were the right man for me and I knew I was the right woman for you. Now you're my husband. Now you're mine. Now you're going to be mine forever."
His heart swelled. He wanted nothing more than to be hers, than to make her happy, than to be her good boy forever.
"Most men couldn't make me happy. Most men are too weak to do what it takes to make me happy. Most men couldn't handle the requirements I have of my husband. You're not most men, Jonathan. You're so much more than most men. You're so much better."
She caressed his face and he nearly teared up as a wave of emotion washed over him. It was love. It was the purest, deepest, most beautiful love Jonathan had ever felt and all of it was directed towards his beautiful wife.
"I want to give you everything," he said. "I want you to be as happy as a woman has ever been. I want to spend every waking moment of the rest of my life being a good boy for you."
"I know and I'll do my part to make sure that you always understand what it takes to be a good boy for me and I'll always reward you when you've behaved as I desire."
Jonathan thought of the many pleasures of being a good boy for Bridget, from the countless orgasms she'd given him to the simple joys of sitting with her arms wrapped around him as they enjoy a movie to so many other small ways she would show her affection.
"Are you prepared for tonight?" she asked.
"I am."
"Are you sure? Because I'm asking a lot of you. You'll be required to cross boundaries you've never crossed before to prove that you're willing to be a good boy for me."
"I know, and I'll cross those boundaries. I will. Your happiness is all that matters to me, Bridget."
She smiled and stood. "Help me out of my dress."
It took some effort, but Jonathan managed to help his bride out of her dress. He was immediately rewarded with the sight of Bridget in a delicate white corset and a white lace thong. It was the first time he'd seen her bridal lingerie and it took his breath away.
"You're perfect," he said.
"Why thank you."
"I'm sure he'll feel the same way."
Bridget smiled. "You really think so?"
He nodded. "Michael's going to go out of his mind for you, Bridget."
She grabbed a handful of Jonathan's tuxedo shirt and pulled him close. Her lips found his and in an instant her tongue was in his mouth. She stroked him through his pants and his cock was soon turgid with desire.
"I want you," he said.
"I know you do. It's been two weeks. You must be desperate for me. A good boy is willing to wait, though, and I'm afraid you're going to be the second man to fuck your bride on our wedding night."
Bridget had informed Jonathan of that decision a week ago. He'd struggled with it at first, but she'd reminded him that Michael was a superior lover, that the orgasms she experienced with Michael's cock inside her were stronger than those she experienced with Jonathan's cock inside her. From that perspective, it made perfect sense that Bridget would test Jonathan's resolve to be a good boy - which involved putting her needs above his own - on their wedding night. Would he be willing to sacrifice a husband's typical privilege of being the first and only man to fuck his bride on their wedding night? Of course he would.
"Are you prepared for your duties tonight?" she asked.
"Yes."
"Are you nervous?"
"Yes."
She kissed him softly. "It's okay to be nervous. It's perfectly natural, in fact. Michael has been informed, though, and he's excited. That shouldn't be too surprising, though, as he relishes his position as the sexually superior man."
Jonathan was well aware of that fact. Michael had always taken pleasure in the fact that Bridget was quite fond of the way he fucked her and he'd always been happy to take advantage of the fact that Bridget liked to push Jonathan into a deeper submissive headspace when another man was in their bedroom. That sometimes included Michael talking down to Jonathan or asking him to indulge in simple acts of service like fetching a glass of water or a towel to clean up.
"Feel my pussy," Bridget whispered.
Jonathan pressed his fingers against his wife's panties. Her wetness was already seeping through the thin material of her underwear. Her desire was obvious and thrilling.
"Put your fingers inside me."
He slipped a hand under the waistband of her panties and gently slipped two fingers into her pussy. Bridget closed her eyes and moaned as Jonathan penetrated her as deeply as possible.
"Taste me," she whispered.
He held up his fingers to admire their glistening wetness and then popped them into his mouth. Jonathan closed his eyes and sucked them clean while Bridget kissed his neck.
"You're such a good boy. I love to see you taste me like that, Jonathan. I can't wait to see you do it later tonight. I can't wait to see you surrender to my desires."
A wave of angst washed over him. Jonathan let it pass, though. There was no reason to dwell on the events of the evening. There was no escaping them, after all.
"On your knees," she said.
Jonathan fell to his knees and Bridget pulled his mouth to her pussy. He kissed and licked her through her panties and she moaned with a hand firmly on the back of his head.
"That's a good boy. Keep licking. Keep kissing."
Jonathan did so until Bridget stepped away. She sat on the edge of the bed, pulled aside her panties, and plunged two fingers into her pussy. She was soaking wet and he desperately wished he could penetrate the folds of her swollen flesh with his cock. That was not his pleasure to claim in that moment, though. His time would come later.
"Strip," she instructed. "Michael will be here soon."
Jonathan stripped from his tuxedo as his bride watched and masturbated. Bridget wore a look of pleasure on her face and her eyes never left his body. He wasn't sure if she was thinking of him or Michael, but he liked the idea that his obedience was at least partly responsible for her arousal.
"All the way," Bridget said as she eyed his underwear.
Jonathan lowered the boxers and stood naked in front of his bride. She plunged three fingers into her pussy, held them there, and then pulled out, stood, and closed the distance between them.
Bridget's slippery fingers encircled Jonathan's cock and she stroked him slowly.
"If you're a good boy tonight, you'll get to fuck your bride on our wedding night. If you fail me, though, there's every chance you won't even get to fuck me on our honeymoon. I have very high expectations for my husband, Jonathan. Higher than I did for my boyfriend and my fiancée. You understand that, right?"
He nodded. "I do, Bridget. I promise, I won't let you down."
She surprised him by sinking to her knees and taking his cock in her mouth. She sucked while looking up at him and Jonathan's whole body trembled from the intense pleasure that washed over him.
The blowjob was over in less than a minute and Bridget stood up and kissed him deeply. He tasted a hint of his precum on her tongue and a whole new level of arousal washed over him.
"It's good to give a man a taste of what he'll get if he's good," she whispered. "And you'll get your dick sucked if you're a good boy tonight. You'll get to fuck me, too, but I'm not giving you a taste of that until Michael's had me."
"Thank you for that," he replied. "That felt so fucking good."
A knock at the door put a smile on Bridget's face.
"Stay here," she said.
Bridget walked past Jonathan and down the hallway towards the suite's door.
"Welcome," she said.
"You look gorgeous."
Jonathan heard the sound of kissing. Of his wife kissing another man. His bride was kissing another man as Jonathan stood there naked with his stiff dick still wet with her saliva.
Bridget walked into the room holding Michael's hand. Jonathan saw a smile on the other man's face. It looked to him like the sort of smile a man might flash if he knew he was about to fuck a newly-married woman in front of her husband.
"Congratulations, Jonathan," Michael said. "How does it feel to be married man?"
"It's everything I hoped it would be."
Bridget took Michael's jacket off. His belt followed. She kissed him with a kind of hunger that made Jonathan jealous. She unbuttoned his shirt and his pants. He kicked off his shoes. Jonathan watched it all and his cock remained hard.
"Are you ready for the next part?" Bridget asked.
Michael smiled. "Damn right I am."
Jonathan's heart pounded harder. He felt nervous. Anxious.
"Come here, darling," Bridget said as she extended her hand. "Be a good boy and come to your wife."
Jonathan walked towards her. Bridget took his hand. She guided it between Michael's legs. She placed it on the bulge in his underwear.
"Be a good boy for me. Do as I desire. Do as we talked about."
Jonathan fell to his knees. He was no longer thinking clearly. He was too nervous for that. He could hear his heart pounding. He lowered Michael's underwear. A stiff cock sprang forth.
Bridget kissed Michael. This wouldn't be the first time he fucked her - he'd done that dozens of times - but it would be the first time he'd fucked her as a married woman.
This would, however, be the first time that Jonathan had sucked cock. He'd sucked Bridget's fingers and one of her toys. He'd masturbated with Michael's used condoms and he'd even eaten some of Michael's cum from Bridget's body and pussy. He'd never had a cock in his mouth before, though. He'd never crossed that boundary. He was going to do it on his wedding night. He was going to do it because it's what his wife wanted. He was going to do it because he wanted to be a good boy for her.
"Be a good boy and take him in your mouth," Bridget said.
Jonathan knew his bride would find intense pleasure in his willingness to give a blowjob. It was the willingness that thrilled her. The cocksucking was, in some ways, incidental. It was the fact that Jonathan - a straight man - would give a blowjob simply because he wanted to be a good boy for his beautiful bride.
So he did. He gave a blowjob. He took Michael in his mouth. He sucked on the cock that had been inside Bridget so many times. He sucked on the cock that had expelled the cum that had lubed Jonathan's cock on several occasions. He sucked the cock that would fuck his bride before he got a chance to do so.
"That's it, cocksucker," Michael said with obvious delight in his voice. "Show your bride what a good boy you are. Show her that you're capable of being a cocksucker. That you're willing to suck my dick before I fuck her."
Bridget liked the more aggressive side of Michael. She'd been clear to Jonathan about that. She liked that her lover would sometimes get a bit pushy with Jonathan, that he would sometimes find pleasure in humiliating Jonathan. She liked that Jonathan would accept it, that he'd embrace it as part of being a good boy because it gave pleasure to the man that gave Bridget so much pleasure.
"Fuck," Bridget said softly, "that's making me so wet, Jonathan. I can't believe how much of a turn on it is. Keep sucking him. Keep making him feel good."
Jonathan kept on sucking. He crossed the boundary with gusto. He sucked and stroked the cock that would soon fuck his bride. It was humiliating and unpleasant, and yet he was turned on. He was happy, even. He felt all of those good things because it pleased Bridget that he was on his knees sucking cock and pleasing Bridget was all that mattered to Jonathan.
Bridget fell to her knees next to Jonathan. She kissed his neck and cheek as he sucked cock. She moaned into his ear. She took his dick in her hand and stroked him slowly.
"You're such a good boy," she whispered. "Such a good little cocksucker for me. I wasn't sure you'd do it, Jonathan. You really are a good boy for me and my pussy is so wet."
Jonathan pulled back and sucked in a deep breath. He was about to lunge forward and resume sucking dick when Bridget stopped him.
"It's time for your bride to get fucked," she said. "It's time for Michael to be the first man I have sex with as a married woman. He gets to experience a pleasure reserved for a husband."
Bridget stood and took Michael's hand. She led him to the bed and they kissed before she crawled onto the sheets and rolled onto her back. Her legs parted as Michael crawled between them.
They kissed and Bridget rubbed her lover's cock head around her pussy. She didn't take him inside her, though. Instead, she looked at Jonathan.
"Please come put his cock inside me. Show me that you support this, that you understand that it's my right to determine who is the first man inside me after our wedding."
Jonathan rushed to the bed, leaned over, and found Michael's cock. He guided the head inside his wife. He watched Bridget's face as another man filled her. He witnessed her pleasure. He found intense satisfaction in it.
"Hold my hand," Bridget said to her husband.
Jonathan held her hand while another man fucked her. He spent most of the time watching Bridget's face. He couldn't look away. He admired her beauty. He admired her pleasure. He admired her passion for the man inside her.
Jonathan found pleasure in the fact that she was holding his hand but almost entirely ignoring him as Michael's thrusts brought her closer and closer to a climax. The more they fucked, the more turned on she got, and the more turned on she got the more she seemed to forget that her husband was even in the room. She never stopped holding his hand, though.
Bridget came in missionary and they quickly switched to girl on top. She held Jonathan's hand while riding her lover. Michael played with her tits. They kissed. Bridget alternated between bouncing on his cock and moving her hips back and forth to grind her clit into his pelvis. She seemed lost in pleasure the whole time, a beautiful bride enjoying her wedding night sex, only she was enjoying it with another man.
It was while Bridget was on top that Michael came. They came together, actually. It seemed to be a rather long and satisfying orgasm for Michael. He grunted and groaned and his toes curled. Bridget came hard, too, squeezing Jonathan's hand as he watched his bride and her lover reach the height of pleasure together on his wedding night.
Afterwards, Bridget released Jonathan's hand and collapsed on top of Michael. He wrapped his arms around her and they kissed while whispering softly to each other about how good the sex had been.
Eventually Bridget climbed off of Michael and cuddled up next to him. Jonathan watched from the side of the bed as an unexpectedly powerful kind of jealousy coursed through him.
"Be a good boy and clean his cock," she said.
Jonathan crawled between Michael's legs. He took the still stiff cock in his mouth and sucked it clean. It tasted of cum and pussy. It tasted of sex. There was something oddly arousing about it, about serving as a cleaner for his wife after she'd fucked another man on their wedding night.
"I could get used to this," Michael said as he watched Jonathan suck him clean. "A personal cock cleaner after I've fucked a beautiful woman. That's an incredible experience."
"It won't be the last time he cleans you like this," Bridget replied as she rested her hand on Michael's chest. "I imagine this will happen with some frequency going forward."
Jonathan finished cleaning the cock and sat back on his knees.
"Will you go wait in the other room for a little while?" Bridget asked.
"Of course."
Jonathan left and closed the door to the bedroom. He sat on the hotel suite's couch and waited. He could hear them talking, but he couldn't make out any of the words. He just knew that his wife was in the bedroom with another man while Jonathan was sitting on the couch. It was oddly enthralling as he felt good about sacrificing the typical wedding night pleasures because it's what his wife wanted, because it was serving Bridget's needs to give up those pleasures.
Eventually the door opened and a fully-clothed Michael emerged with Bridget at his side. She walked him to the door and they shared a remarkably long kiss before he left. Jonathan remained on the couch with a newly-invigorated erection as a result of the kiss he'd witnessed.
"Come," Bridget said as she walked past him and into the bedroom.
Jonathan followed and saw her climb into the bed and roll onto her back. She beckoned him between her legs and guided his cock inside her. He closed his eyes and groaned at how fantastically good it felt to experience her pussy after more than two weeks of denial.
"No thrusting. Not yet."
He restrained himself, though it took some effort.
"You've been an incredibly good boy tonight," she said. "You've been that way throughout our relationship, actually, but tonight feels special."
Bridget caressed his face and kissed him softly.
"I want you to make love to me. I want you to cum inside me. Then we'll have champagne and try out that massive bathtub together. Then I'll give you a long, slow blowjob. I'll worship your cock the way you worship my pussy. I'll let you make love to me again before we go to sleep, too, and again tomorrow morning. A good boy gets rewarded, after all."
"Thank you," he whispered.
"Make love to me, Jonathan. Make love to me and enjoy the rewards of being a good boy."
"I'll always be a good boy for you," he said.
"I know you will."
They made love for the first time as a married couple. It was perfect, just as Jonathan knew it would be.
It was a beautiful start to their marriage and Jonathan couldn't believe his luck at having found a perfect woman for him. He would do whatever it took to be a good boy for her for the rest of their lives.
The End.
