The first night of the rest of our lives.

If I really had to tell this story from the beginning I would need to go back six years ago, right to the day I met you, and we have been retelling this story to each other in the past days, living it again together while we prepared for today. So I'm not gonna do it. 

Not because I'm tired of it, but because I'm satisfied right now. 

We will have years to make memories and then even more years to look back at those memories, you and me, when we're old and we sit together in an autumn afternoon to watch the leaves fall like the whole world was our calendar. 

Let's start our story today, 6 p.m. We have been married for nine hours. We already had the celebration with our friends and family, we maybe drank a bit too much, definitely danced too much, and we're sitting on the back of the limo on our way to the airport. 

The cabin is dark and it's our first moment alone since last night, and that didn't count because we were too nervous and busy and just too distracted, but right now all that is finally over. We're married, the party is over and it's just you and me. 

I throw my arm around you and you respond to me instantly in the way you've learned to do. All your body relaxes and you mold your body to mine and rest your head on my shoulder. It's always amazing how such a simple gesture can create such a big response in you. 

That's why I love you. 

I grab your chin and make you look at me, and as always, I'm in awe for the dept of love you show when you're staring deep in my eyes. Right now, when you look at me like that, I would die for you simply because I can see that you would die for me. 

— Hello, Mister Jones. —

You smile. You've been calling yourself with my last name for half a decade but this time is official. There was never a question that you would take my name. No hyphens, no compounds, no questions: You take my name, and that's it.

— Hello, Sir. — you say. 

This is our secret language, the one we only speak when we're alone. What happens between you and me stays between you and me. People may notice strokes here and there and maybe assemble part of the picture, like you changing your name, but they will never know the extent of it. They will never know how much you belong to me. 

They don't need to know as long as we do. 

I kiss you. Not our first kiss as a married couple, but our first kiss when we're alone as a married couple, so the first true one. 

How can so many things be said without words, without anything but a kiss? 

This kiss feels like a promise we make to each other, stronger than the vows we exchanged nine hours ago. Each time we kiss each other we tell, again, what we both know. That you belong to me and I belong to you, each in our own way. 

Your head returns to my shoulder and stays on it during the rest of the trip, and then in the waiting room before we board and during the three hours of our flight, and you actually fall asleep on my shoulder at several points during the trip. 

It's okay. That's where you belong. 

We call the hotel on our way from the airport, so when we arrive there's already a dinner waiting for us and we don't need to get disturbed. We will unpack tomorrow, for now we have more important things to do.

Dinner is waiting for us, but as soon as the door closes behind you, there are more important things to do. 

You and I, finally alone. 

You know what that means.

I grab you and pull your body against me and kiss you, the kind of kiss that says everything without a single word. This is the kind of kiss I use when I want to tell you that I own you, that you are my property and that your will doesn't need to exist when you're with me. 

You already know all that, this is just a reminder for both of us. 

I love the way your body instantly responds to me, how you simply mold yourself to whatever I want to do to you. You're not limp, but you're completely unresisting, letting me do what I want. When we're together, what I want is what matters because that's what you want. 

It took me a while to truly understand this, to learn how deep is your need to serve, how much you need to feel and know that you're not in control. How much you want me to own you. But you do: the only thing you need to be happy is to know that I'm happy, and that means if I want to please you all I have to do is make you please me.

That's why I do what I do. That's why I take you and use you, caring only for my pleasure: because I want to make you happy. 

You are not allowed to take off your own clothes, that's my job. I love undressing you, it feels like Christmas and my birthday all rolled in together, and you giving yourself to me is the best present I could ever dream of. 

The way you shiver under my touch tells me all I need to know about how much you want this. I drag my fingers across your chest and lightly trace the letters tattooed in the middle of it. My initials, branding you as my property. 

Your body is a work of art. You know what I like and you give it to me every day, in the way you look and the way you are, and now you're showing it to me simply because I want to see it. 

I kiss you again, invading your mouth with my tongue, and you melt in my arms. Every time it happens it fills me with wonder: having this power over you, seeing that happen with just a kiss, is more than I can handle. 

You're naked. You're naked for me, because your body now belongs to me. Your hands held behind your back, your hairy chest breathing deeply with desire, your hard cock, all that belongs to me. 

Welcome home. 

— On your knees, now. — I say, and I barely recognize the deep growl my voice turned into. 

— Thank you, Sir. — you say, already obeying even before you start talking. 

I love your expression while you look up at me in desire as I undress. This is what I live for, that mix of lust and submission in your eyes. Right now you would do anything to serve me. And I would do anything to have you serve me. 

I'm hard already, my dick pointing directly where it belongs. 

— Do you want this? 

— Yes. — you smile mischievously as me when you say that. There's something missing, but you're gonna make me make you say it.

I lean down and grab your chin to make you look straight into my eyes. 

— Yes what, boy? Yes what? — I don't need to raise my voice. We have learned the power that can be conveyed into a whisper. 

Before you answer, you take my hand and kiss it and suck on my finger. That finger. You pledged yourself to me a long time ago and this ring I'm wearing shouldn't make any difference, but it does. I'm about to fuck my husband for the first time ever. 

— Yes, Sir. 

I would tell you to beg for it, but your eyes are already begging more than your mouth ever could. Those two words say everything there is to say, when you look at me that way while you say them. 

— Go for it. 

You know my dick by heart. You already know what I like and how to give it to me. You know how to caress every single crevice with your tongue, where are the sensitive spots and how to give them pleasure... and you love it. This is the best part. I know how much you love sucking my dick, and that makes it better than any other blowjob I've had in my life. 

At first I stay still, but my hips begin moving on their own, faster and deeper. You're making me lose control and you smile, looking at me and knowing what's about to happen. 

Me. I'm gonna happen to you. 

The first gagging noise, that's what does it. When you tell me that right now you need my dick more than you need to breathe. That's when I lose it and grab your head to make you make more of that wonderful noise. 

And you do it. You hold on and let me fuck your throat and only make me slow down when you really, absolutely have to. Ten minutes in, there are tears running down your cheeks, you're gasping and you look like you can't take more... and yet you do, and you love it.

There is just something about having you in this position that brings out a side of me that would never come out without you. I want this. I want to take you to the limit. 

You need my help to stand up after that savage throat fucking. You're shivering and starting to lose the sense of yourself. All you can think of right now, all you can do, is obey.

You're not doing anything right now, just letting me do things to you. It's me who raises you, it's me who lays on my back and puts you on top of me, and it's me who makes you sit on my cock, slowly but without stopping. You are just having it happen to you. 

Your moans when my cock is finally fully inside you almost make me cum. I have to stop and hold on there for half a minute, getting used to the warmth of your body, before I let you move again. I can't believe how much you love my cock. 

Fuck. 

That's just it: fuck.

That's what happening between us, a savage fuck that lets out the wild side of us, a naked couple on a sweaty bed, taking me to heaven and you with me.

This is you, fucking yourself on my cock, and me letting you do it. This is me, fucking you and you letting yourself be fucked. You. Me. Fucking. 

I'm losing myself too, my mind is running in the single track of fucking you. I want you. I'm taking all of you right now and I still want more. 

Come here, boy, on your back and raising your legs. That's how I want you. My cock slides right into you again with the ease six years of practice have given us. My cock belongs in your ass and your ass belongs to my cock. I fuck you whenever I want, any way I want, for as long as I want to. The way it has to be. 

You cum, spraying your face and mine with your seed. You always cum before I do, and that always turns me on. I love seeing your face lost in the pleasure of being taken. 

We're so close to my orgasm. I can feel it, like a tsunami slowly taking over my body. The pins and needles in my hands, the inevitable tide in my dick, the gnashing on my teeth... I grab your hands and hold them above your head with one hand and cover your mouth with the other. This is how I want to see you, helpless. Getting fucked. Existing only to get fucked. 

And then... my eyes fall on the ring in your finger. 

Mine. For us, that ring is the final sign of my ownership of you. You promised to be forever mine and this is how you sealed it. 

That's just more than I can handle, and I feel my orgasm explode inside your body, the only place in the world where I want to be. 

I love you. 

I lose all my strength and fall on top of you, shaking uncontrollably. This one was for the books. I'm laughing and tears of joy are falling from my eyes, all at the same time. I don't even know what I'm saying while I kiss you, and kiss you more, and keep kissing you. All I know is that if I died right now I would feel my life was not wasted, simply because I got to make you happy by making you serve me.

You. Me. What we have together. 

This was our first night as husband and husband, but there will be more to come. We promised that to each other, five years ago and today, and we will live that promise the rest of our lives

That's all I need, now and forever for the rest of my life, is you sleeping next to me every night and waking next to me every morning. 

Mine. 

Mr. Jones.