James had received the message from the Lord of the Order of Saint Ismael that Emma was to be sent to their headquarters in Germany.
Every member of the order, once they attained the age of majority, was sent to the Castle of the Hawks.
The sons of the most influential families were expected to assume the role of Dominants and to keep a wife and at least a couple of submissives.
James had enjoyed his time there, but he was beginning to worry about Emma. He knew that he was starting to fall in love with her and he wasn't sure that he wanted his wife to go through the very intense and painful initiation procedure.
On one hand, the thought of what would happen to Emma was extremely erotic, but he wondered what would happen when she was returned to him at the final ceremony. Ah well, he thought, there's nothing I can do about this.
He turned off his Blackberry and walked upstairs.
Emma was sitting by the window, looking out onto the lawn and beyond to the beach, framed by ancient cedar trees. She was naked (of course) and sketching the scene in front of her. She jumped up when James entered the room and stood in front of him, head bowed as she had seen Sister Angela do a hundred times before.
'Oh, Sir James, I'm so pleased to see you! I hope you don't mind my drawing, but I had nothing to read and Sister Angela is downstairs making preparations for something later on.'
James lifted his wife's chin with a finger and kissed her, opening her mouth and she moaned gently. He felt his penis begin to swell at this and knew that he had married the right girl. No one had made him grow so hard so quickly before.
He thought of what they would do that evening, when he would take his wife's tight, virgin arse for the first time and began to feel his penis throb.
'On your knees Emma, I'm going to fuck your mouth'.
Emma knelt before him and opened her mouth. James pulled back his foreskin and teased her lips with the head of his cock.
'Relax darling, I'm going to push myself in a little further and I want you to take it without gagging. Can you do this?'
Emma nodded, a tiny movement, not taking her eyes away from James' face.
He clutched her hair and told Emma to suck, which she did, running her tongue over the head.
James knew that he wasn't going to last long, not with the thought of what would happen later and he rocked gently backwards and forwards, just touching the back of Emma's mouth.
Suddenly he was overwhelmed with lust and lost all control of himself, pushing harder than he thought and Emma gagged.
James filled her mouth with semen and Emma struggled to swallow it, just managing it at the last moment.
James staggered backwards and Emma fell forward onto her elbows. James could see the plug, with its engraved base reflected in the mirror. He wondered what how she'd cope with the mix of pain and pleasure?
James actually preferred anal sex, but only with women. He'd been to a few orgies and had been fellated by both men and women and he'd experimented at school, but preferred heterosexual sex or to observe the action, than to mix it with other sexes.
'Emma, I'm going to rest and eat now and I'll see you downstairs later this afternoon. You should rest as well as this will be quite an evening. I'll see you later, after four.'
Emma, crouched on the floor, was unable to lift her head as James left, only doing so when the door clicked, running to the bathroom to vomit. She'd managed to hold onto her breakfast, but only just. She wondered what her punishment would have been if James had found out that she'd failed to relax?
About thirty minutes later, Sister Angela entered the bedroom and took Emma into the bathroom.
'Time to remove the plug, my lady.'
