Given Away... Again

He smiled gleefully, relaxing me, "Don't worry my wife. Sometimes it will be like this. I will need to breed your pussy and want no distractions or hesitation. These straps allow you to give yourself fully to me; you should be grateful."

This warmed me and I remembered that my Husband was always thinking of my best interest, and that he just wanted to be able to please himself without my fuss. I was content again.

I lay there trussed up like prey. My Husband then took his position kneeling between my legs again, stroking his hardening cock. He looked down on me grinning and I tried to smile, too, to let him know I was appreciative and enjoyed this, even if I was afraid. I also knew it was my role to fear my Husband and that these feelings were only natural.

He began to push his rod back into my sore hole, his previous cum adding extra lubricant to my again weeping pussy. He opened me, sawing back and forth while gripping his hands around my neck. I looked up fearfully, realizing he could squeeze me to death now if he wanted. But I trusted my Husband, and relaxed into his hands as he pummeled in and out of my pussy, coring my hole into his own.

He sped up briefly then came rapturously, shaking me by my neck and holding me close. I squirmed and cried, hoping to rub my clit against our close bodies to make me cum. Victor sensed what I was doing and leaned back so my nub got no love. It was begging to be touched.

"Not now, my wife," he whispered, "I will not always touch your clit. When we have sex I will decide when you cum, and now I have decided that you shall not. Don't fret, though, dear. This is best for you. It will keep you hot and bothered, which will further ingrain in your head that I am the only man who shall give you release. Now, when I remove your gag, thank me for giving you my seed."

He unbuckled the gag and I slowly moved my jaw, thankful for it to no longer be stuck. I looked low, unable to meet his eyes.

"Thank you my Husband for your seed. Your gift is my ultimate satisfaction." Victor then smiled, stood up, and came to my face. He told me to open my mouth, then gently placed his glistening rod down my throat. He told me to clean him, worshipping the idol which makes me feel pleasure. Once cleaned, he removed his penis and replaced the ball gag. He then joked, "don't move honey" and left to the other room.

I looked around nervously as I realized my predicament. I was tied up with my legs and arms above me, gagged, with a spread and twice filled pussy. I must have looked like a whore! I squirmed, hoping to find comfort in this uncertain situation. My Husband returned carrying tea and a cigar. His presence brought me relief and I calmed again.

He sat at the table, drinking his tea and smoking his cigar. He stared at me the whole time, smiling and commenting how beautiful I look when I'm tied up and helpless, and how silky and tight my little pussy hole felt on his huge cock. I blushed and grinned into the gag, surprised with how easily I fell back into my state of submission, even though I was tied. Maybe it was because I was tied. Either way I felt good.

My Husband finished his cigar and tea and placed them down on the table. Then he returned to his position between my legs, once again stroking his massive erection.

"I know I've already taken you twice, my love, but I must have you again. I need to breed you. Stay still and accept my offering humbly."

I couldn't move in the bondage anyway, and I was suddenly thankful that my Husband had thought to tie me up. If he hadn't I may have squirmed too much during our second and third rounds and that would have upset him.

He entered me, this time without much ceremony. I, again, felt the sensation of fullness and completion. I got hotter as his rod massages my walls and touched me in places I hadn't known existed before tonight. I rolled my eyes back in ecstasy as my Husband watched me from above, smiling, getting into his brutal rhythm. He quickened again and I knew his explosion would come so I looked into his eyes and pleaded with my own for him to fill me with seed. He understood my look of desperation and obliged, flooding me with torrents of his babies.

My pussy was now overflowing, three loads fighting to impregnate me as my Husband rushed to push back in the leaking fluids. I lay embarrassed, trying to hold in his nectar and not accidentally let it slip.

My Husband then dipped his finger into my pussy and brought it out covered in his honey. He removed the gag and plunged his finger into my mouth, making sure I savored the flavor. He repeated this process until he was sure I had tasted him enough, then got up to have me clean him again. After I sucked him, he went to the bathroom to wash up. I lay contended on my back, but wildly horny, aware that my Husband had orgasmed three times but I had only once. I wanted release but knew it was improper to ask and didn't want to suffer a beating for stepping out of line. I decided I would not ask and instead I would accept and appreciate the orgasm my Husband generously gave me when I lost my virginity.

My Husband returned and undid my cuffs, slowly lowering my legs. I felt some of his seed spill and I quickly put my hands under to catch it, but he just laughed telling me not to worry.

"There's plenty more to fill you, my wife."

Victor laid me back and rested my head and arm on his hairy chest. I held him, rubbing my soaking pussy against his hairy thigh. I didn't even notice how horny I was until Victor commented saying that there will be a time to take care of that in the future, but it is not now. This settled me down.

We kissed and hugged for a few minutes as I basked in the final moments of our wedding night. I looked respectfully into my Husband's eyes and wondered if it was appropriate to say what I thought; I knew it was only appropriate for a wife to speak when spoken to. He sensed my wondering and asked me if there was something I would like to say.

"My Husband, I wanted to thank you for the perfect wedding day. I feel a trust in you that I have only ever felt in my Father. I know you will guide me down the path you know to be right for me. Thank you. I love you!" I cried and couldn't make eye contact, too embarrassed by my outburst.

Victor just held me softly, stroking my face and body. "You were perfect today, and I know you will be perfect always. You are my wife and I am your God. I love you now and will love you always." Then he kissed me once more and nestled my head into his chest where I fell asleep.