Untamed Desires (A Collection of short Stories)

The music from the reception was still pounding through the floor when I slipped away from the party. My head swam from all the champagne🍾 that warm, dangerous buzz that makes bad ideas felt now inevitable. I was supposed to be the perfect maid of honor, but after too many toasts I needed air. The bridal suite was just down the hall, quiet and dim except for just a single lamp. I told myself I was only checking on Sophie’s dress for tomorrow,I mean that was the plan right. The room smelled like roses and perfume. The saint hit me immediately I stepped in. I kicked off my heels, dropped onto the edge of the big king bed, and caught my reflection in the mirror, paused for a sec then moved on. My cousin’s wedding had been beautiful. She looked radiant. Me? I looked needy. Six months without decent s*x will do that. My hand slid under the short hem of my bridesmaid dress before I could talk myself out of it. Just a quick touch over my panties. Then I grabbed a mini vodka from the bar, downed it down, and lay back. Dress rucked up around my hips, fingers slipping under the lace making slow circles on my c**t. Immediately, the music faded into the background, next my body loosened, warm and floaty from all the drinks I didn’t hear the door open. But... *BOOM! Victor--my cousin’s new father-in-law—stood there, staring. My hand was still between my legs, dress bunched up and thighs parted. For a second we both froze. Then a stupid, tipsy giggle slipped out of me from nowhere. “s**t,” I muttered. He closed the door behind him calmly. “Didn’t mean to interrupt, Lila.” His voice was calm, the same measured tone from his dinner speech. He crossed the room slowly. I sat up on my elbows, the room tilting. He sat on the edge of the bed, hand landing heavy on my knee. “Too much champagne?” His thumb traced slow circles on the inside of my knee. It didn’t feel innocent. His fingers drifted higher, brushing my thigh, then grazing the side of my breast as he “adjusted” my strap. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said quietly. “Hot little cousin-in-law. My son’s lucky to have you in the family now.” I felt something was off with this exact senerio but I was too high to get it, or even care. So instead I stayed right there, breathing shallow, as his hand slid under my dress and cupped me through my soaked panties. “You don’t have to stop on my account,” he murmured. “Looked like you were enjoying yourself.” Damnnn..it feels so good. Even better than my fingers. I moaned when his fingers slipped inside the lace, stroking my slick folds. He had a dark and knowing smile written on his face “God, sweetheart… you’re dripping.” He pushed me flat on my back, eyes already hungry. “You’re too drunk and wet to say no now. Let Daddy take care of you.” Everything sped up from there--He yanked the top of my dress down, straps snapping and my t**s spilling free. Nipples already obviously hard. He slapped them hard, the sharp sting cutting through the champagne haze, almost making me snap out of it. “Drunk wedding w***e,” he growled. “Maid of honor up here fingering your cunt while the party goes on downstairs.” I tried to sit up but he fisted my hair and slammed me back down. He shoved my dress around my waist, ripped my panties aside, and drove into me in one brutal thrust. He felt fuckin thick, deep, and pounded in with no mercy. I cried out at the stretch desperately, but he just kept f*****g me harder, hips slamming, the wet sounds were so filthy. “Victor-slow down-f**k- please you've to sl-fuckk” I tried to make words but there were impossible. “Shut up and take it. You're family now.” His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing it enough to squeeze the breath out of me. He used my hair like reins, pounding me relentlessly. “This is what you get for teasing me all night in that little dress.” He spat into my open mouth. I kept his hot filthy spit inside my throat as I choked on it, tears leaking, but my p***y clenched hard around him. The roughness hit something desperate inside me. I came suddenly, shaking and sobbing while he kept railing me through it. Throat the slick 'n c*m. “Already cumming? Aww.” He slapped my c**t hard continuously, forcing another orgasm out of me. My legs trembled as the pressure shifted deep inside. I tried to warn him—“No, wait, I’m gonna—” but he pinned my hips and kept thrusting like a mad man. I pissed all over him. A hot, humiliating gush sprayed around his c**k, soaking my thighs, the fancy sheets, dripping down my ass. Shame filled my face, but Victor groaned like it was the hottest thing he’d ever felt just today. “That’s it, piss all over my hard d**k, you disgusting slut.” He f****d me straight through it, the sounds even filthier now, my urine mixing with my juices. Every unstopping slap to my c**t sent me spiraling again. I was crying, cumming and pissing at the same time then he flipped me onto my stomach, shoved my face into the wet spot I’d made, and slammed back into my p***y from behind. He came with a deep grunt, flooding me with thick ropes of c*m. When he pulled out, it leaked down my thighs, mixing with everything else. He slapped my ass hard. “Reception’s still going and we’re not done yet.” He spread my cheeks, spat directly on my ass's hole, and forced his c**k inside in one merciless push. The burn made me scream into the mattress. Muffling it. No warmup, no gentleness-just fuckin raw, brutal f*****g. He choked me from behind, yanked my hair, while slapping my face continuously and harsh. “Thank Daddy for ruining you at your cousin’s wedding.” I was sobbing, broken, but the words spilled out anyway. “Th-thank you, Daddy…please don't stop Daddy” Tears prickling down my eyes and ruining my make-up. He kept pounding my ass, the filthy wet sounds echoing. “Piss on my c**k again while I’m balls-deep in your shithole.” The pressure hit and I couldn’t stop it so another hot stream sprayed out over him. He groaned in pleasure and f****d me even harder in piss, slapping my c**t until I came again, shaking and squirting while he destroyed me. When he finally finished, he buried himself deep and unloaded in my ass. Then he pulled out and shoved his messy c**k into my mouth. “Clean it, whore.” I tasted salt, as I sucked him, crying quietly while more fluid leaked out of me onto the sheets. Victor stood up, zipped himself, and looked down at the wreck he’d made. My dress was torn and bunched around my waist. Hair tangled, face red and streaked with tears, thighs shiny with c*m and piss. The smell was unmistakable. He grabbed my chin. “You’re going back downstairs just like this. No cleaning up. I want you walking around with my c*m leaking from your ass and your piss soaked into your panties. Understand?” I nodded frantically, too shattered and used to argue. He helped me to my feet, tugged my dress down just enough to cover my ass, and pushed me toward the door. Every step downstairs was torture as wet, sticky, thighs sliding together. I could barely hear the music now. Sophie spotted me on the dance floor and waved, glowing with pure happiness. I forced a smile and waved back. She blew me a kiss. I could feel Victor’s c*m slowly dripping from my ass, mixing with the piss still trickling down my legs. Every movement made a soft, obscene sound in my ruined panties. The scent of s*x and urine clung to me. I was sure someone would notice, but I kept smiling, kept dancing when my aunt pulled me onto the floor, pretending nothing had just happened while my body throbbed and leaked down my thighs-I had to help myself with some wedding napkins to stop the flow. Under all the shame and disgust, a sick little spark of heat flared every time I felt the evidence of what he’d done,, or rather; what I’d let him do. I hated how much I loved it. And I knew he’d be back. It was only a matter of time.