Breathing hard, Jack checked his bride over. She'd have bruises from the restraints tomorrow. The cut wasn't deep, it would heal and the lump on the back of her head seemed to have gone down a bit. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out two gold wedding bands. He'd wanted her awake for this but in the current circumstances, he thought it best to get it over and done with. He stuffed the larger ring onto his own finger before gently slipping Beth's on. It fit perfectly. Leaning down, he kissed her wedding band before kissing his own – it would be a nice surprise for her when she woke up. He relished the piece and quiet while he got to work removing her clothes. He worked from the top down. Her white lacey bra accentuated her breasts beautifully and he decided to spare it from the knife. Cautiously he unlocked and released her wrists one at a time to slip her arms through the straps. The sight of her bare breasts caught his breath and he couldn't resist running his hands over them. Firm yet soft. Her nipples reacted to his finger tips and he watched in amazement as they puckered and extended almost as though they were reaching for his hand. He took a nipple into his mouth and swirled his warm tongue around it. She tasted and smelled so... feminine.
Jack removed her boots and socks noticing how small and delicate her feet were. She had painted her toenails – Jack had never seen nail polish and he studied it's smoothness for a few seconds. He carefully undid the button and zip on her jeans before pulling them down past her hips. Her legs were spread too far apart for them to go any further but after a quick glance at her face, he decided to take a chance and released her ankles. Now the jeans came off easily and Jack was faced with his stunning young wife in nothing but flimsy white underwear. This was what he'd been waiting for. He was so hard it was almost painful but he didn't have time to attend to his own needs – besides, that was what Beth was for. He slid his fingers into the waistband and slowly eased them down.
Jack was almost hyperventilating himself now! He reattached Beth's left ankle to the restraint and then lay down so that his face was above her pussy. He lifted Beth's right knee over his shoulder and noticed how her pussy lips peeked open when her legs were spread. Jack took a deep breath inhaling the heady aroma of a woman for the first time. Hesitantly, he parted her folds and explored. It felt so soft and warm. He found her hole and gently pushed a finger inside until he could feel the barrier. He would break that in the traditional way. He worked his way back up and found the small nub that he'd read so much about. This was supposed to be the most sensitive part of her so he was determined to be gentle. He began by blowing his warm breath directly onto it. Beth made a small sound and turned her head – interesting.
Next he traced his finger very lightly around the outside of it. Beth's hips moved a fraction and the sound she made was a little louder. The more Jack circled it, the heavier Beth's breathing became. Her head was turning from side to side frequently now and her hips seemed to follow his movements. Jack noticed her scent becoming stronger and there was a sort of dew forming around her hole. He brushed his finger over it and brought it to his nose – yes, this was the source of that delightful aroma. His tongue licked the tip of his finger and he smiled at the delicious taste.
Beth woke feeling like she was half way down a road. She could feel a soft warmth surrounding her pussy and looked down in confusion. Just at that moment, Jack's tongue lapped her clitoris and Beth cried out in dismay. She discovered that she had one leg free and put it to good use thrashing and kicking at him. Jack retreated quickly.
"Beth, Beth it's ok. Stop kicking, stop oooff!" Beth had connected with his jaw and his head had snapped to one side. She stopped and tried to pull herself up but her other leg held her firmly in place.
Jack stood with his hand to his cheek and tentatively moved his jaw from side to side. It was sore but not broken. He'd been extremely nice to this girl but his patience was about to run out. She needed to be tamed and he, her husband, was the man to do it. Without looking at her, he removed his clothes letting them fall to the ground. He could hear Beth twisting on the bed and trying to get free but he had no more soothing words for her. Catching her ankle in mid air, he strapped it down with force and then crawled onto the bed until he was on top of her. Only now did he raise his eyes to hers.
They were dark with lust and determination. There would be no stopping him this time. Beth's eyes filled with fear and tears when she felt him prodding at her entrance.
"Please, please Jack. Don't do this. Please..."
"I will tame you Beth. I will break you in and train you to be a good wife."
"Aaaahhhh!" He sank into her warm wetness in one vicious thrust. They both felt her hymen break and knew that neither of them were virgins any longer. Beth's blood mixed with her fluids helping to lubricate his movements. His earlier attention to her clit had her on the edge already. Jack watched her facial expressions. The shock and pain of his forced entry was fading from her face and now she didn't seem to know what to do or feel. He saw anger, fear, anguish..... embarrassment, shame, despair..... confusion, frustration, resignation.......panic........ pleasure. Yes, pleasure. He was sure of it. As his motions increased in speed, Beth's head tipped back and her eyes closed. Her jaw worked in time to his dance until he was going so fast she had to bite her lip. He was close now, very close and he felt his sack pull up towards his body.
Then something extraordinary happened. Beth's bottom lip trembled and she let out a shriek. The walls of her pussy tightened around him in a convulsing ripple. It was more than he could take and he exploded deep within her. Jack collapsed on top of her and tried to concentrate on regaining control of his breathing.
"Oh God Beth – that was amazing! I didn't know it would feel that good. I told you we'd be happy together. You could be pregnant – right now you could be carrying my child and I'm gonna give you so many babies Beth. We're gonna fill this house until I have to build more rooms and...."
He was talking to himself again. Beth had retreated into her mind long ago. She felt him roll off of her to release her ankles and join her right wrist to her left so she curled onto her side with her back to him. She blocked out the sound of his voice with her sobs and cried herself to sleep. Jack listened to her tears and tried to soothe her with talk of happier days to come. He'd tried to stroke her back but she had flinched away from him. Once she had finally exhausted herself, he pressed his body into hers and wrapped his right arm around her possessively until he could cup her breast in his big hand. Just before he drifted off, he felt her nipple stiffen beneath his fingers and smiled.
Jack woke to the sounds of Beth trying to pull herself free of the restraints around her wrists. She was off the bed and crouched down by the top right bedpost. Her hair was in her eyes again and she was beginning to sweat. Jack watched fondly as she blew upwards to try and clear her sight only for her fringe to flop back into position. She hadn't noticed he was awake yet so he lay still and studied her. There were two adorable little lines between her brows which were pushed together in concentration and every so often, her cute pink tongue would poke out from between her perfect white teeth. He could see dark shadows under her eyes – she hadn't slept enough and when she pulled herself up a bit, he noticed a small amount of dried blood on the inside of her thigh.
Jack felt a twinge of disappointment that she was trying to escape him again but his father had warned him that it could take months before she was properly broken. He remembered his grandfather telling the story of how he caught and tamed his first wife. Apparently she took 7 months to settle. His grandfather had had to get extremely tough with her in the end which resulted in a relationship built on pure terror. The story ended badly – a year into the marriage, the girl had taken it into her head to run. His grandfather had believed that she was finally domesticated and had left her unrestrained at home for increasingly longer periods of time. She took the opportunity to escape into the outback during a particularly nasty dry spell and his grandfather found her dead a week later.
The story had been drummed into him as he grew up as a cautionary tale. Granddad had been more careful with his second wife - his grandmother. He had tamed her quickly and harshly but had given her overdoses of pleasure as well. She became more and more dependant on him like he was a drug until the thought of leaving his side was too much to bear. He had died when Jack was 8, his grandmother following soon after. Jack had very few memories of her but in all of them she was staring adoringly at her husband as she fussed around him or knelt at his feet. It was a look he wished to see on Beth's face.
'Quickly, harshly, fairly, with an overdose of pleasure.' was the mantra that flitted through Jack's mind as he watched his wife try to squeeze her hands through the metal cuffs. Today would be their first full day as a married couple and he steeled himself to start as he meant to go on.
Beth's fearful eyes darted to his when he suddenly said -
"Good morning Mrs Walker. I see you're up and raring to go. I'm not sure those busy hands are occupied the right way though."
"They were hurting – I, I was trying to make them more comfortable..."
