The wedding was over and Liz was officially Elizabeth Valentine, having taken the last name of her husband, Samuel Valentine. Liz sat down to eat at the reception with Sam and watched as everyone celebrated. Her mother and father-in-law were quietly eating, keeping mostly to themselves while her parents were drunk as she had ever seen them, making their presence well known. Sam's small group of friends were joking around and making fun of the goofy pictures of Sam that were being projected across the wall in the reception hall. Jared, the best man and Sam's childhood best friend, gave her a look with raised eyebrows as if to ask, "Are you ready?" It was the signal she had been looking for. She nodded to Jared and told her husband they should go to the hotel now.
They quickly said their goodbyes to friends and family, most of which Sam would never see again after tonight. Sam was a little drunk so Liz helped him into the limo. Liz had made sure they had one with tinted windows to the back so that the driver couldn't see what was going on. Immediately after the limo drove out of the parking lot, Liz slipped out of her dress and got onto her knees and began unzipping his pants
"What the hell are you doing?" Sam asked her, "Isn't it a little early for that? We've got all night!"
"Well I have all night. You however are getting the last blowjob that you'll ever have," Liz said and then quickly pulled his small dick out and put it in her mouth before he could say anything else.
Even as it grew hard inside her mouth it wouldn't even reach her throat. As she started sucking on the tip, a small moan escaped his mouth followed by a moment of realization.
"What do you mean last--" was all he got out before she started gliding her tongue up and down his shaft. He quivered with the sensation. It was honestly the most effort she had ever put into a blowjob for him. She felt like he should at least get a good memory of his old life before it all changed.
He forced her head forward trying to get his tiny dick to reach further back into her mouth. It hardly reached the back of her tongue. She usually reprimanded him if he used her like that but she let it slide this time. There would be plenty of time for discipline later. She could taste the precum start to drip from his tip and decided it was time for the next order of business.
She stood up and took off her bra and panties revealing her luscious body. Without a word, she hopped into his lap and, like always, he started thrusting like a horny puppy. Also, just like anytime she fucked him, she couldn't feel him. He was only 3 inches while hard and it made it that much more unsatisfying when she compared him to the fucking she had received only a few hours earlier before the wedding.
"Enjoy your last time having any pleasure from that useless thing you call a dick!" she sneered as she pulled his face into her double D cup breasts muffling his response.
He quickly stopped trying to talk and began sucking on her nipples. This actually gave her more pleasure than his tiny dicklet did. Almost as soon as he started sucking, he tensed up. Liz got up before he could cum inside her. As she got dressed, he stared at her like it was the first time he had ever seen her naked. It was kind of cute. However, after that awful performance, she didn't feel bad at all about what she was about to do to him.
"That was amazing! You were just kidding about all that "last time" stuff right, Liz? Weren't you just saying that to help me get off?" Sam asked as he zippered his pants.
He was a sucker for female domination and denial. She typically helped him cum by telling him things along those lines that she didn't really mean. That's what she made him believe, at least.
Ever since he had developed this fetish for female domination and cuckolding, she intended to give him exactly what he wanted. She just wanted to make sure he couldn't easily run away if things got "too hard" for him. This was about to be the first night of a brand new life for both of them. She was more excited about this than she had ever been for anything.
"Sam, I have to tell you a few things," Liz said with a big grin. "First of all, I got a promotion and a raise which will cover far more than your share of the income. So, I called your work and told them that you were quitting. You remember how you wanted to be at home all the time like a househusband? Well you're gonna get that wish.. kind of."
Sam stared at her with wide eyes and seemed to be having trouble finding words to say.
"Y-You told my job that I quit? Are you sure that's a good idea?" was what he finally came out with.
She flashed him a devilish smile.
"Yes, I'm quite sure. A lot of things are about to change for us, Sam. If you want to stay with me, you'll need to accept them. But I will warn you, I transferred all of your funds out of your accounts and into mine, thanks to that handy piece of paper you signed yesterday. So if you plan on leaving me you'll have to get another job and you probably won't be living the life of luxury you could be living thanks to my new position."
She winked at him and pressed her breasts together, looking like she was still adjusting her dress, but mostly to get his attention away from his fears and onto her body.
"No, no! I would never leave you. I'm just concerned about our finances is all. I've always said you can have all my money if you want it. I didn't realize that's what I was signing, though."
He sat in apparent deep thought, probably trying to remember signing the document and what it said.
"What else is there?" he asked finally.
"You'll see," she said mischievously.
She didn't want to give it all away at once. She was enjoying making him sweat a little about what was to come.
