The Alpha's Abused Mate

The Wedding Night

"Wait," Johnathon said suddenly, stopping at the threshold as Serena stood there nervously, her heart pounding loudly in her chest. "The groom is supposed to carry the bride across the threshold, it's tradition remember" he added smoothly, picking her up and cradling her against his chest as she sighed in contentment. She didn't know why she was so nervous. It's not like she didn't trust Johnathon after all.

He carried her across the doorway and shut the door with a decisive click behind him. Serena wound her arms around his neck and he slowly carried her towards the bed, depositing her on it gently. He began to slowly take off his tie, his dark eyes piercing as he regarded her. She watched him take the tie off before he began to peel his jacket off and unbutton his shirt, exposing the golden tan of his skin and his taut abdomen of his. Serena went to sit up but he shook his head at her and tsked. "I want to undress you," he said firmly and reluctantly she lied back down again, feeling foolish. She had no idea what to do right now, but Johnathon was fully aware of what he was doing and what he wanted.

He pulled his shoes and socks off, and then undid the zipper on his trousers, pushing his pants down and flinging them off to the far corner of the room, disposing of his underwear next and revealing his hard, erect member as Serena gaped at it. It was huge, she thought in astonishment, now wondering if it would even fit inside of her without splitting her open. Johnathon could sense her nervousness and he gave her a wicked grin. "Don't worry so much Serena" he chided her "I'll make sure you have a good time" he purred.

He stalked towards her and then got her to stand up, slowly peeling off her dress as she helped, sucking in a deep breath as he took in her undergarments. Serena had put on a white lacy bra and panties and he gulped, his hands shaking slightly as he began to undo the clasp on her bra and then tucked his fingers underneath the waistband of her panties and pulled downwards, Serena lifting her legs, one by one, to help him take them off.

"Lie down sweetheart," Johnathon said huskily, his eyes narrowed on her pale face.

Serena gulped and gave a timid nod, lying down on the bed and feeling extremely vulnerable in her naked state. She trembled with anticipation and fear. Would it hurt? She wished she had thought to ask her friend questions but hadn't wanted to admit just how naive she was when it came to making love. Serena felt Johnathon's hand lightly trailing upwards from her leg, his head bending over to kiss her gently against her lips as she wriggled slightly underneath his frame. One of his hands began to grasp her breasts a little hard, massaging them roughly as she tried not to squeal. Perhaps she was being overly sensitive? This could be a normal part of foreplay she thought, but if it was, it wasn't particularly pleasurable for her.

Johnathon seemed to be oblivious to her feelings, his lips now nibbling lightly at her ear as she tried to relax, before beginning to kiss the nape of her neck. She tensed, but he continued on, kissing down to her breasts, his mouth taking one of her n*****s in his mouth, suckling on it gently as she moaned from the sensation, forgetting all about the pain of earlier. His other hand gripped her breast still but softened, causing her to give a sigh of relief. Then she felt his hand move, downwards, his lips beginning to kiss her navel and down her thighs as she swallowed hard. She could feel herself becoming highly aroused by it all, her juices beginning to flow and excitement building up inside of her. Gone was her fear of the unknown, instead she relished the fact that she and Johnathon were finally making love together, feeling like the wait was completely worth it.

Johnathon stopped just above her mound. Then as she stared wide-eyed he began to lick her clit slowly, as she shuddered beneath his ministrations. He began to gently place a finger inside of her as she gasped, feeling full while he moaned at how tight she felt around his finger. He inserted another finger and began to pump them back and forth, trying to stretch her out and ready her, Serena bucking slightly at the feeling of being full, his tongue still circling her clit, while she mewled and clutched the bedsheets in her hands which were now clenched fists. Her cries were turning Johnathon on and he was rock hard, doing his best not to spill his seed then and there, wanting nothing more than to be inside of her. She was so damn pure, so innocent, he marveled, and best of all, she was his and his alone. No man would be able to claim they had her first and it made him feel superior, possessive, and masculine all once.

Serena could feel something building inside of her as the pleasure she was feeling became almost intolerable, her body beginning to stiffen of its own accord, her toes curling, her cries becoming louder.

"Oh god" she panted "Johnathon, it's too much" she cried, and then, like that, she experienced her first orgasm as it washed over her, her body shuddering with pleasure as Johnathon withdrew his fingers and pulled back from her.

"Oh my god" she breathed as he chuckled, coming up to kiss her on the lips as she came crashing back to earth "that was amazing," she told him.

Johnathon laughed. "That was nothing" he boasted "wait for the main event, my love."

He settled himself over her as she stared before Serena felt his c**k lining up with her entrance. She sucked in a deep breath, suddenly certain it would hurt and she was right. He didn't push in slowly, giving her time to adjust, but instead, pushed himself inside in one large, hard thrust, causing her body to stiffen as she gave a small sharp cry of pain. He stilled instantly, looking remorseful.

"I'm so sorry Serena," he said anguished "I wasn't thinking."

The pain was already fading though and she wriggled her hips experimentally, causing him to gasp and give a low moan.

"You can move" she whispered and he did, pulling back and then pushing back inside, inch by delicious inch as she bit her lip in pleasure.

"Do you like it?" Johnathon growled, feeling much more in control now, holding himself back from pounding into her roughly, knowing she would not enjoy it if he did.

"God yes" she sobbed, wanting him to push in deeper and move faster.

He began to oblige, thrusting in slightly harder and increasing the intensity of his thrusts. She moved her hips back and forth to meet him, feeling her inhibitions washing away, no longer feeling self-conscious or vulnerable, instead wanting nothing more than to please him as he was pleasuring her.

"God Serena" he gasped "if you keep doing that I'll lose it," he said thickly, trying to warn her.

She paid no heed and he lost control, beginning to pound furiously inside of her as she encouraged him, lifting her hips and gasping, moaning, and giving small cries that almost undid him.

"Johnathon" Serena sobbed, her body stiffening once again, the pleasure reaching a crescendo, her orgasm washing over her. "Oh god," she shrieked.

Johnathon swore, feeling her walls clenching tightly around his c**k. She was so damn tight. He'd felt it when he penetrated her and broke through her hymen. It was so intense, that it was difficult for him to hang on, not wanting to embarrass himself by not pleasing her first. But damn, she was a good lay, he thought astonished, his c**k beginning to tingle.

Johnathon knew it was only a matter of time and to Serena's bewilderment, he pulled out, grabbing hold of his huge shaft with one hand and moving it back and forth, pleasuring himself, until with a loud groan and shudder, he spilled his seed on her stomach and legs, cumming hard. Serena was confused. Why hadn't he just c*m inside of her? She had offered no objections to him doing it. His seed was sticky and wet and she watched as he grabbed some tissues, handing her some to clean herself up. She did so, wondering if she should say something to him.

"I know you're wondering why I did that" Johnathan said evenly, once he'd cleaned his hands "and I know it must be awfully selfish of me, but Serena, I just want you to myself for a little while, before we start a family" he promised "is that alright?" he asked concerned.

Serena knew there had to be a good reason for him pulling out and she felt a rush of relief at his words and explanation. There was plenty of time to start a family, she thought to herself pleased, but she too felt it would be nice for them to have time to themselves first. She wiped at her stomach and legs with the tissues, seeing that it was doing very little to make herself feel clean.

"That's fine Johnathon, I just wish you said something first," she said smiling.

"Sorry" he apologized, glancing down at her stomach and legs with something akin to satisfaction.

Serena winced as she moved her legs and then blushed as she saw the blood on the sheets and on her thighs. Johnathon followed her gaze. "Don't worry, it's normal to bleed the first time" he assured her, smirking. "How about I start a bath for you darling and then get the sheets cleaned up? I can call room service to take care of it."

Serena wasn't sure she wanted room service to see the sheets but supposed it was probably something they saw often being a hotel. "That sounds great" she whispered.

Johnathon headed into the bathroom and started the tub, whistling under his breath as he put in some bath salts for her. Serena waited, sitting on the edge of the bed. Johnathon came back out and then whipped her into his arms, carrying her while she laughed at him, before placing her nude form into the bathtub which was still filling with nice warm water.

"Johnathon this is perfect" Serena told him "thank you so much."

He grinned and then winked. "My pleasure gorgeous. Now give me a few minutes to fix the bed" he added and she nodded, watching him disappear into the room.

Serena let the water relax her body and sore muscles. The stinging pain from between her legs began to dissipate as she lay there, in complete bliss. She could hear Johnathon speaking to someone and the sounds of people moving, presumably room service taking the sheets and remaking the bed. She began to scrub herself clean, loving the smell of the lavender bath salts that Johnathon had put in the tub. It was so aromatic and made her feel relaxed and comfortable. The stickiness of the semen on her was now gone and she felt clean again. She also hoped, though, rather fervently that Johnathon was not wanting to go again because she did not think her body would take it.

"Are you ready for sleep?" asked Johnathon from the doorway.

She gave him a small nod, letting the water from the tub out. She stood up and reached over, grabbing hold of a towel and wrapping it around herself. Serena went straight towards her luggage but Johnathon reached out and took hold of her arm, stopping her in her tracks. "What are you doing?" he asked with a grin.

"I was going to get dressed" stammered Serena.

He shook his head. "I want to sleep naked together," he said teasingly "I promise to only sleep, not do anything else."

She hesitated, feeling a bit uncomfortable. But he had just seen her naked and they had just made love, so what difference would it make sleeping naked next to him? It would just be another first for her.

She pulled the towel off and then climbed into bed, Johnathon doing the same. Turning on her side, she tried to get comfortable, feeling Johnathon's arm as he put it possessively over her. She could feel his c**k twitching next to her buttocks and tried not to giggle. "Was today everything you dreamed of?" asked Johnathon sleepily.

"It was even better," Serena said honestly "I wish we could be this close forever," she said.

"I love you," he said evenly "and that's never going to change. We will always be close" he vowed.

"I love you too" she breathed, closing her eyes.

If only she had realized what he meant by them always being close, she might not have made that wish. She might have had the sense to leave before it was too late, but by the time Serena realized Johnathon's intent, it was far too late and she found herself stuck, in a marriage that at first glance resembled a fairytale, but was far more sinister behind closed doors.