Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“There now,” he crooned. “You see? It’s already getting easier.”
“It’s so tight.”
“Yes, very tight. But very safe. I’m going to slide deeper so you can feel me all the way inside you.”
He proceeded with agonizing slowness and was rewarded by a loosening of the tension that gripped her. Even better, a relieved sigh.
“It’s better now?” he asked.
“Yes, a little.”
“I’ll go very slow and steady,” he promised.
Oh God, he would try. Somehow he’d manage, even though he was deep inside Rosalind and going deeper. She arched her hips, and he nearly lost his composure.
“It feels… Oh, it feels… I don’t know. There is so much pressure.”
“I’ll make it better,” he promised.
As the oil eased his way in and out of her tight hole, he reached beneath her with his other hand and stroked her pussy and her breasts. He caressed her sensitive hidden pearl, listening to her moans and sighs to discover the best ways to manipulate it for her pleasure. Engrossing himself in this task made it possible for him to be civil in his act of sodomy and not drive into her with animal intensity the way he wished to. No, not now. Not the first time.
He went slow, palming her, stroking her, then grasping her breasts and teasing her hard nipples. He took them between his fingertips and pinched them to feel her buck beneath him. In time, the slow eroticism of their joining became the entire point for him. How long could he draw it out? How heavily could he make her shudder by merely stroking her pussy? How hard could he pinch her rock-hard nipples before she cried out? After many long, hot, close minutes he felt her breath change and wondered that she could reach her satisfaction when he was buried so deep inside her, cleaving her open, but she did.
He pressed his fingers into her pussy and felt her contract there and in her arsehole simultaneously. She made a strangled sound of pleasure, straining against her bonds while trapped beneath him, utterly submissive to his invasion of her body.
It made the animal come out, made the madness surface, and he found himself driving into her with no couth at all, just fucking his genteel wife with abandon. Satisfaction came upon him like a thunderclap. The pleasure was so sharp, so intense, he felt insensible for several moments afterward. All he could do was cling to his bound partner, burying his face against her neck to muffle the savage sound that rose in his throat. There was that sound, and then the thought: I love you. I love you. I adore you beyond bearing.
After such bliss, he feared coming back to reality. Had he hurt her? Insulted her? Would she wish to flee from him as soon as she was untied?
“Rosalind,” he moaned softly, in love and torment.
Her soft, sweet voice rose from beneath him. “I see why it is such a secret. No one would believe it.”
It was not said in recrimination, but wonder. He put his hands over hers, tracing along the ribbons that had kept her bound in his clutches. She was no longer struggling to get away. If he could teach her this and have her tolerate it without cursing him to the devil… Oh, the pleasures he could introduce her to over the course of their marriage. A great smile spread across his face.
“You were very brave,” he said. “And received a pleasing reward for it, no?”
“A most gratifying reward,” she agreed. “Thank you for showing me these secret things. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.”
He reached to untie her garter strings, still smiling like a madman. “My sweet, secret wanton,” he murmured, taking a moment to lick the column of her neck before he released her. “I have a hundred more secrets to show you. A thousand. I find my imagination on fire with ways to bring you gratification and amusement.”
“And no baby?” she asked, stretching beneath him.
“One day,” he promised. “But not yet.”
*
They started running through their funds with greater alacrity after that glorious encounter. Rosalind opened to him like a flower, accepting any perversity he could conceive, and in his gratitude, he wanted softer beds for her, finer linens to bugger her upon, and a hot bath afterward in a clean tub for her troubles. Money became secondary to caring for her. The closer they got to Rome, the better accommodations became available, and Marlow paid for them because the wonders of his wife’s body never ceased.
In the daytime, among people, they behaved like a civilized couple, but behind closed doors Marlow found he couldn’t leave her alone. They did all the most “secret” things, and variations upon them, any sensual, arousing thing that wouldn’t get her pregnant. Further, she accepted he would spank her when he wished, whether or not he could come up with a reasonable excuse to warrant it. She surrendered to all his sensual whims and reveled in the pleasure it brought them.