Chapter 1
She had bought an ornamental candle a while back and it stood on their dresser. Well, tonight was the night for debasing beauty. He lit the candle and stepped over to the en-suite bathroom and clicked on the light. Yes, this would suit: a dark bedroom lit only by flickering candle flame, and a cold, tiled bathroom illuminated by a rather stark electric bulb. Now he was ready.
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"You can come up now," his voice echoed down the stairs.
She hastily withdrew a finger wrinkled by pussy juice from between her legs and padded over to the stairs, her naked feet whispering on the wooden floor. She was excited and blood flushed her cheeks; sweat had pricked from her pores and lay in a sheen across the curve of her fulsome breasts. She reached the landing and hesitantly stepped through the door to their bedroom.
He stood before her, by the side of their bed, his arms crossed and with a quite obvious bulging erection in his trousers. They stood regarding each other for moment, dangling on the edge of the precipice, waiting for the other to jump.
"Come here," he commanded, pointing to the floor in front of him, and she obeyed, lips pursed, trying to contain her excitement.
He sniffed and caught her right hand in his. Bringing it up to his face he regarded the index finger, still wet with her moisture.
"You... disgusting little whore," he breathed, hesitant over the insult to the woman he loved. She smiled though and felt a tingle of satisfaction course through her, electrifying her extremities.
"You've been touching yourself... You're not allowed to do anything without my say so, is that clear?"
"Yes," she nodded.
He slapped her then, lightly, almost a stage slap, but it exploded with sexual energy and radiated to the tips of her nipples which were now standing erect in their red lacy covering.
"Yes, SIR," he commanded, lip trembling.
"Yes, sir," she repeated, licking her lips between words. "Please hit me again, sir."His brow creased.
"I'm in charge around here; do you understand, you little whore?"
"Yes, sir."
His hand was still around her wrist and his fingers held her tightly. Now he pulled her arm around behind her back and twisted her so that she fell across the edge of the bed onto her front. Her knees met the carpet and she leant forward to expose her arse as much as possible for his inspection.
His hand left her wrist and pressed down on the back of her head. She managed to turn her face so her cheek was forced into the duvet as his mouth came close to her ear.
"Now, I'm going to take what I want from your body and you're going to lay there and take every second of it. Is that clear?"
"Yes, sir," she whispered into the sheets. "Please, fuck me 'till it hurts."
"Oh, the fucking comes later. Before then I need to eat."
With her face buried in the duvet, she had to rely on her other senses to discern what her husband had in store for her. She heard him crouch down behind her and shivered a little as his fingers slid up the backs of her thighs and under the hem of her dress. Then he was roughly pulling her panties down; she squeaked as the gusset was unstuck from her wet pussy lips and the waistband uncomfortably tightened against the flesh of her thighs.
Then she was moaning as his face was aggressively thrust into her exposed pussy from behind. His tongue slid into her hole and licked at her pussy lips and a thrill unlike anything she'd previously experienced coursed through her veins. Her hand slid back and her fingers ran into his hair as he lapped at her cunt.Then, with a grunt, his face withdrew and he grabbed her wrists.
"I didn't say you could touch," he panted and she squealed as he released a hand in order to deliver a harsh slap to her arse.
He grabbed a tie from the back of the dresser chair and bound her wrists tightly. She couldn't help but let a giggle escape as the delicious pain of the fabric cut into her wrists. Then, with her arms suitably restrained, he returned to his meal.
She felt his fingers on her arse cheeks and moaned with pleasure as she felt him part them to allow greater access to her behind. Then, with a rushing torrent of arousal, she felt his tongue probe her arsehole and she fought against her bonds in an unconscious effort to touch her clit and bring herself to a premature orgasm as he began to thrust his tongue into her behind. His groans sent vibrations through her flesh as he lapped at her backside like a hungry dog. She felt a spreading wetness as his saliva coated the valley between her cheeks.
Then his face was withdrawn and a stinging slap was delivered to her behind. She yelped in surprise before more slaps landed on her skin until her flesh warmed beneath the onslaught of abuse. She bit her lip as she thought of the deep red handprints which must be appearing on her arse.
With a grunt he grabbed her forearms and pulled her from the surface of the bed. She fell backwards onto her knees and was spun to face him standing before her. Then his fingers were levering open her jaw and she choked as his hard cock was thrust down her throat. He gripped her head in his strong hands and began to fuck her throat vigorously.
She struggled instinctively against her bonds, trying to bring her hands from behind her to push his thrusting pelvis away but she was consciously aware of how much she wanted his thick penis to ravage her face. She coughed and spluttered as the head of his cock jammed against the back of her throat, spitting out opaque gouts of slime onto his manhood.His Dick was large enough to choke her to death. And she liked it.
She was making gurgling, strangled sounds as he roughly fucked her. Saliva ran from her lips stretched around his shaft and ran down her chin to dangle in viscous threads onto her bouncing cleavage.
Suddenly he released her and withdrew his instrument of torture from her mouth. She snivelled and spluttered, gasping for air like she'd had her head held under water. Spit shot from her abused maw and landed on his trouser front before she widened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, desperate for more.
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