Bridal Suite Submission Ch. 02

"Wow, Catherine..."

I trembled with excitement to hear Peter's delighted surprise. I trembled to feel his hands on me, sliding down my bare arms and moving gently to cup my naked breasts. He caressed me there and then moved still lower, slipping his hands down my waist, tracing the stiff line of stays in my corset and caressing the silky, lacy material, and then finally to my bare bottom. There he searched gently where the slender thong disappeared between my bottom cheeks.

"I wore it just for you," I said softly. Peter's hands were so very distracting as they slid gracefully over the bare skin of my bottom. "I wanted to look special for you tonight."

"You always look special to me, Catherine."

I blushed. He was sweet to say so, anyway.

"No, I mean it Catherine." He touched my chin gently, coaxing me to look up at him. "You're absolutely beautiful."

"So you won't trade me in any time soon?" I teased.

"Well... at least not tonight."

I couldn't help but give a little laugh. Sweet Peter. Always teasing. He kissed me gently, and as he did he searched higher with his hands, feeling for the fasteners on my corset. I stopped him before he could unfasten it.

"Please Peter... not yet. I want to give you the surprise first."

Peter slipped a hand back down to my bottom, tracing the delicate line of the thong where it dipped between my cheeks, chuckling with amusement. "This isn't it?"

I blushed. No, it wasn't. At least not the whole surprise. I handed him the slender package and note and stood back, watching him anxiously. My heart skipped a beat when he moved to unwrap the gift first.

"Oh no, please Peter... read the note first."

He looked at me curiously, hesitated, and then to my relief he unfolded the note.

I couldn't look away, couldn't do anything but watch his face for the slightest reaction, the slightest sign as he read the note. My heart pounded, my pulse raced. My head felt light and I tingled all over.

Oh god, why wasn't he saying anything? Had I made a mistake? Writing the note had been the hardest thing I'd ever done, not because of the words but because of what Peter might think. Would he be turned off by my secret thoughts, my harbored fantasies? Or excited? Would he take me the way I wanted to be taken? Or would he never want me again? Even now as I watched him nervously I could remember the entire note word for word:

My dearest Peter,

Today, at the altar, I vowed to you my love and devotion forever, without question and without exception.

Tonight, my love, I want to give them to you as I never have before. I have dreamt of this night for days, weeks, months...longer even, if you can believe. And tonight I want to show you, my love: that I love you; that I honor you; and that, most of all, I obey you, in mind, body and soul. Especially my body...

Peter, dearest: With this note, and this gift, I am giving myself to you to do with as you please.

There are three items in the box for you, my dearest Peter. I want you to use them on me tonight. I want you to handcuff my wrists behind my back, so I can't stop you from anything. I want you to gag my mouth, so I can't beg for mercy. And then, my dearest Peter, I want you to whip me with the crop for as long as it gives you pleasure. And afterwards, while I still have the lingering marks of the crop on my bottom, I want you to enjoy me however you like.

Don't worry about hurting me, my love... I want you to hurt me. I want you to use me, Peter, to make me yours. My heart, my soul and most of all my body are yours. Please,

my love, do with them as you desire...

You loving and submissive wife,

Catherine

Peter looked up, speechless. I couldn't help but blush. I had exposed myself to him, stripped my thoughts and fantasies naked and laid them out for him. Now, oh god, what did he think? I couldn't read anything in his shocked look. I couldn't help but speak up, my voice soft and timid.

"If you don't want to, honey, I'll understand. I—"

Peter stopped me with a kiss, pressing his lips to mine before I could finish my thought. His smile was gone and he was looking at me seriously. "Do you really mean it, Catherine? Everything you wrote?"

For a moment I couldn't speak so instead I kissed him, running my hands down the lapels of his tuxedo jacket, feeling his lovely body beneath. "Yes Peter, I really mean it," I

whispered softly. "Every word. I want you to make me yours, honey. I want you to use

me however you like. I..." But I couldn't bring myself to say more, and so I let my voice

trail off.

I waited for Peter to say something. Anything. Only he didn't. His gaze was intense, so intense that I blushed and lowered my eyes, my cheeks burning. I was sure he was judging me. At any moment he would tell me how crazy I was.

But he didn't. Instead, after a long, silent moment Peter turned his attention to the gift. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, too embarrassed to watch openly. I'd wrapped and tied the gift securely so Kim wouldn't stand a chance of sneaking a peek, yet now Peter seemed to unwrap it with the greatest of ease, deftly untying the blue silk ribbons

and then carefully unwrapping the paper without making so much as the slightest rip. Just

watching his fingers at work made me shiver. Peter had such wonderful fingers, and such a gentle touch, and yet so firm when it needed to be.

Peter didn't say a word as he opened the gift. Inside were the three items. I didn't have to look. I knew them by heart, could see them in my dreams for I'd spent enough nights huddled on our bedroom floor as Peter slept, studying my new purchases by the pale moonlight, imagining giving them to him and what he might say, what he might think.

Imagining how they would feel. There were three items. The handcuffs of course, shiny

metal and impossibly strong. I'd tested them to see if I would be able to get out of them (I

wouldn't). A bright red ball gag with black leather straps and a gleaming gold buckle. And of course there was the crop. It was a long, wicked riding crop, pitch black, with a handle of fine leather and a narrow tip that I imagined would leave an awful sting. It had been the most embarrassing thing for me to buy. The saleslady had tried to coax me to buy something a little more tame for my first time, but I'd known from the moment I set eyes on the crop that it was The One.

Now as Peter lifted it from the box and turned it over in his hands, examining it, I couldn't help but shiver. Perhaps I'd made a mistake. Perhaps I should have chosen something tamer.

But it was too late for second thoughts. Peter was trailing his fingers along the length of the crop, saying not a word. Oh god, what on earth did he think? When he set gift box and the crop back on the table my heart sank. Didn't he like my gift? I was at his disposal, after all. Didn't he like that? Didn't it arouse him? Didn't—

Before I could worry any further Peter stole me into his arms and kissed me, his erection pressing hard against my belly. I smiled. Definitely aroused. In fact, he was stiffer than I'd ever felt him before. As we kissed he slipped his hands down to my bottom, tracing the delicate strap of my thong panties where they dipped between my bottom cheeks. I couldn't help but shiver. I'd worn the thong just for him tonight, so I'd be more accessible to him. More accessible to the crop...

Peter finally drew his lips from mine and stared into my eyes. "Catherine, I'm going to do everything you've asked for, and more. But first I need to know one last time, that you're sure: I can do anything I want?"

I nodded, trembling.

"You know I love you more than anything, Catherine. And I would never do anything to hurt you."

"I know."

"Except that now you've asked me to hurt you..."

I shivered. I had. Oh god, I had.

"You want it to hurt, don't you Catherine?"

Again I nodded, blushing. I couldn't bring myself to meet his eyes, couldn't let him see the embarrassment in mine, and the hopeful anticipation.

"Are you sure you want this Catherine? Everything?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't answer. It was the million dollar question, one I'd pondered every night and every waking hour for weeks on end. Did I really, truly want this? I thought I did, and I had asked for it, but until I actually experienced it how could I really know?

"Catherine? I'm waiting."

With a smile I looked up. "Yes Peter, I do. More than you can know."

"I can do anything I want with you?"

I nodded. "Yes Peter, anything."

"Even if it hurts you?" He traced the gentle upper swell of my breasts, his fingers lingering there on my bare skin before moving lower and gently cupping my breasts.

"What if I want to whip your breasts, Catherine? What if I want to whip your sweet nipples?"

I caught my breath. "Oh Peter, please--" I'd been about to beg him to please don't, that I couldn't possibly bear such a thing. But I couldn't say it. Instead I blushed and lowered my eyes, my voice barely a whisper. "Please Peter, do anything you like."

Peter didn't say anything. He held my breasts cupped for a moment longer and then he slipped his hands downward, past the bottom of my corset and over my naked thighs until finally he traced the gentle 'V' of my thong where it dipped between my legs. He stroked me there for a moment, teasing but not venturing any further. I waited desperately for him to keep going, for him to slip his fingers under my thong and touch me deeper, but

he didn't. Instead he left me aching and moved back higher, putting his hands on my shoulders and without a word coaxing me down to my knees.

Kneeling down before him felt the most natural thing in the world to do, and the most exciting. As the soft carpet tickled my knees I looked up at him and smiled.

"No Catherine, don't look up. I want to see your head bowed. I want to know your submission to me."

I looked down at Peter's feet, trembling. He was playing his part so perfectly. But then another thought struck me, one which made me shiver.

Perhaps he wasn't playing at all.

...to be continued