To Love and Obey Ch. 01

"With Jack? What are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," he said. "You're going to stay here as long as I want you. You'll do exactly what I tell you to do. I'll treat you exactly as I wish to treat you. Do you understand what I'm telling you, Cassie?"

"I won't stay here. Do you really think my family won't eventually find out what you're doing and how you're treating me?"

He only laughed at my outburst. "Just how will they find out, Cassie? From you? You had an opportunity to tell your Mother everything a few weeks ago, but you didn't. Why?"

I wasn't sure why I had remained silent. He was my husband, wasn't I supposed to obey him? To do what he wanted, sexually and otherwise. I lay on the bed and began to cry.

"Don't cry, it won't do you any good to cry," he said stretching out next to me. I stiffened as he possessively groped me, his hand trailing down to my breasts where he painfully squeezed and pinched them until my nipples were hard sensitive peaks. Without thinking, I pushed his hand away and, in a hard, dangerous voice, he said, "Have you forgotten already what I told you about defying me, Cassie?"

He got up and pulled me to a sitting position, bound my arms behind my back with his tie, and had me kneel on the floor with my head bowed. He left me in the darkened room kneeling in that position.

Fifteen minutes later, he came back into the room, a drink in his hand, his unbuttoned shirt exposing his broad, bare chest. He unbuckled his belt, and standing in front of me freed his member, thrust his hips forward and waited. I lifted my eyes, not understanding what he wanted or expected from me.

"You know, you never said 'thank you' to me for letting that nigger woman Janine come here, did you, Cassie?"

He reached out and smoothed my hair from my face, applying pressure to the back of my head forcing it closer to him. He pressed my lips to his penis and I froze.

"No, no, I can't. This is wrong! Please, Robert, don't make me do that," I begged.

"Yes, you will do it," he said in a quiet, confident voice.

I continued to kneel until he walked behind me and grabbing my bound arms, jerked me to my feet and made me stand. I watched him pull his belt from its loops and screamed in shocked surprise when he struck me with it. The pain blazed across my behind, and when he asked if I were ready to take him in my mouth, I nodded yes. Satisfied with my acquiescence, he ran his fingers across the red mark forming on my butt cheeks before he struck me again with his belt.

"Stop, please, stop," I cried as the sharp, stinging pain from the belt sizzled through me.

"I expect I will only need to give you directions once from now on," he said.

"Yes," I replied, warm tears now flowing down my face.

"That's a good girl," he said as he caressed and then bent to lick and kiss the red, stinging welts. Humiliated, I quietly whimpered when he let his hand slip between my legs, cup my moistening, throbbing center and slide two large, long fingers inside me.

"Now, Cassie, I want you to get on your knees and tell me 'thank you' . . . get on your knees baby," he said removing his trousers and kicking them aside.

I knelt in front of him. "Thank you, Robert. Thank you for letting Janine stay here with me," I said obediently.

"Good, good, that's my good girl," he said, and as before, he stood, with his hips thrust forward and waited. I inched closer to him and took the thick head of his hard, now dripping, penis into my mouth. There on my knees, I looked up at him and he acknowledged my unspoken surrender with an almost imperceptible nod as he pressed his hot, glistening penis between my lips. He moaned deep in his throat, as over half of his member slid into my warm, moist mouth and waited for me to pleasure him. He stood there naked except for his unbuttoned white shirt, his huge veiny thing growing bigger with each movement of my head. I had never taken a man into my mouth before and so, pulling my hair back away from my face, he began giving me instructions on how he wanted me to pleasure him.

He was silent except for a groan or grunt that would occasionally escape his lips. Once when I sucked him hard, sticking the tip of my tongue into his pee hole he said, "I love the way my cock feels in your mouth, keep sucking it like that, just like that." I ran my tongue lightly over the spongy head, around the rim and felt the surface change from smooth to bumpy to rough. He told me to flick the tip of my tongue around the head, which made it stiffen slightly and involuntarily jerk inside my mouth. I could taste the saltiness of the clear, sticky fluid as it seeped out. I began moving my mouth up and down his swollen mushroom shaped crown and tightened my lips each time I pulled my mouth away so it created a pull and pressure around his crown. Licking and covering his member with my saliva, I let my tempo increase.

He positioned himself over me so I was directly between his legs. He was now what must have been painfully hard, and I could feel the warmth of his penis in the back of my mouth and the friction of it as he slid in and out. I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft and he moaned. He grasped handfuls of my hair so he could hold my head steady, and slowly let his hips begin a sensual undulation, his cock stroking into my mouth, him grunting with his effort to control himself longer and not cum.

I felt his cockhead rubbing against the top of my mouth, making me gag with each deep thrust. He put his hand at the back of my head, pressed it tightly to his crotch, and increased the depth and speed of his thrusting.

I tried to pull away from him, and through a fuzzy haze, I heard him say "No!" and felt the gradual squeeze of his hand on my throat as lightheadedness overcame me and I stopped resisting. With one last, deep thrust, he rammed his hard swollen cock as far back into my mouth, as it would go, opening my throat and forcing his pulsing member further down my throat until I could do nothing but take the full release of his thick, warm ejaculate.

He stood over me waiting for his breathing to calm. Finally unbinding my arms, he carried me to my bed, poured and handed me a large glass of what smelled like brandy, "drink it all," he said. I didn't want to drink it, but when he got up and reached for his belt, I quickly relented, and despite my raw throat, in two burning gulps, I swallowed the brandy and I was mercifully asleep within the hour.