Duncan Fox: Slave wife

Kim didn't kick and buck when he got off her, because she knew it was hopeless and she was fearful of upsetting him even further. She did try to pull her foot away from him when he grabbed it and started to knot a strand of the cord around her ankle.

"Max, if you want to make love, all you have to do is ask, you know that," she said, trying to keep her voice steady and reasonable.

"That's not making love," he growled. "That's a form of masturbation. I'm going to teach you how good fucking can feel. I'm going to make you react, instead of letting you just lie under me like a log."

"I'm not going to stand for this, Max!" Kim warned.

"Shut up," Max growled, fighting to keep her from getting to him.

He was securing her other ankle to the bed, binding her spread-eagle on her back. Her thick blonde lacks were sensuous-looking as they framed her head. Her robe had become disarranged in the tussle. The neckline had opened, revealing a larger expanse than usual of her creamy chest – the swelling of the inner slopes of her tits. At the bottom, the robe had opened up the front so that her graceful, well-curved legs were bare to her thighs.

Standing over her at the foot of the bed, Max felt his horniness surge up at the sight of her. The fear in Kim's blue eyes increased his lust. She was testing the ropes, writhing her arms and legs. The cords cunt into her flawless flesh, not deep enough to hurt her seriously, but enough to expose her vulnerability.

Max walked slowly around the bed and sat down beside her. Her eyes never left him.

"Baby, I do love you," he said huskily, stroking the side of her neck with his heavy, callused fingers. She flinched, then pressed her cheek against him for a moment. "Then let me go," she begged.

"No." He shook his head. "I'm doing this because I love you. You're so all twisted up inside about sex you won't give me a chance to give you pleasure. So I have to do it this way."

"Women aren't supposed to enjoy sex," Kim sniffed.

"Bullshit!" Max snorted.

"They aren't," she insisted.

Max slipped his hand down over the lush thrust of her tit. The warmth, the softness, the rising and falling from her fearful panting – all combined to make his lust soar. But this time it was going to take a long time. This time it wasn't going to be five minutes of mechanical fondling, followed by the penetration of her dry cunt.

"I'm gonna prove it to you," he told her. "I'm going to have you begging for it before I give it to you."

"Not possible."

Max smiled grimly. "And then, when I'm all done, you can kick me out if you still want to. Because I'm not going to spend another night in bed with a woman that doesn't want me. Especially when it is the woman I love so much."

Kim's blue eyes were as big as saucers as she studied his face. "You really mean it, don't you?"

"Never meant anything more sincerely in my life," he assured her.

"All right," Kim agreed. She was no longer battling her bonds. "Try as hard as you want. And when you're done, you had better start packing. Because, as much as I love you, Max, I do not intend to share a house with a man that would treat me like this."

Max sighed, afraid that perhaps his plan was going to fail. But it was too late to back out now. He continued to caress her soft tit through the robe. He could feel the cloth sliding over her tit-mound. He had never been able to get her nipples to erect.

While she lay on her back, rigidly resisting, he gently unbelted her robe. Slowly and lovingly, he spread it open, bared her pale body to the warm morning sunlight filtering through the filmy curtains. He sucked in his breath at the sight of her tits. They were impressive mounds even when she was lying on her back. Her nipples were rosy pink. Her stomach was trim and flat. There was a soft, attractive roundness below the dimple of her navel.

Her golden-furred mound looked soft and inviting. As he studied her cunt-mound, he stroked his thumb over her cunt. Her legs had a satin smoothness. A few fine golden hairs were clinging to her skin high on her thighs.

As he studied her, he saw her leg muscles squirming. She was trying to shift one thigh over to cover her cunt. "God you are gorgeous," he whispered reverently. "Why do you keep it all hidden?"

"Disgusting," Kim said defensively.

Standing up, Max finished unbuttoning his shirt, stripped it off, and tossed it casually aside. Her eyes darted over him as he unfastened his belt. Then she turned her head away, only to look back again, reluctantly.

"You've never seen me naked in the two years we've been married," he noted as he pushed his pants down and stepped out of them.

His cock bulged out against his underpants as he stood over her. His torso was blocky, hard, muscular, a stark contrast to her soft feminine one.

"Well, take a good look at it, dammit!" he ordered, shoving his shorts down, liberating his aching hard-on. His cock, a seven-inch, circumcised, purple-knobbed, pale-shafted, bludgeon of lust, speared out from his belly.

Her expression went from fear to shock and disgust. She turned away. Then she looked back at his jabbing cock. There was something else in her eyes now as she nervously licked her full lips and swallowed hard.

He had an urge to plunge his prick into her mouth, and he clenched his fists to resist the urge. He saw her close her eyes to the sight of him, but he knew that the vision of his naked body was engraved on her mind.

He studied her helplessness, and felt a surge of horniness. The sight of the ropes digging into her wrists and ankles, and the way she kept tugging at her bonds, made his gut steam. Undoubtedly, it would never happen again, so he enjoyed the sight while he could. Either he would succeed in awakening her passion and wouldn't need the ropes again, or he would be out on his ear. Either way, he had better make the most of her spread-eagle body now. The robe was open. It spread down like a fan from her shoulders. Her hips squirmed provocatively as she tensed and relaxed.

Bending over her, he fastened his mouth on one soft tit. She gasped and tensed. He sucked on her tit, stroked her warm flesh with his tongue. He drew on her nipple as if he were nursing. He let his teeth scrape her skin. He pressed the nubbin of her tit against the roof of his mouth and scraped it with his tongue.

And now he was certain that her nipple was responding. He rubbed it with his tongue while he fondled her other soft, warm breast with his hand. He was sitting beside her on the bed. His cock was oozing pre-cum on his thigh as he fought to bring his wife's body to life. Lifting up, he used suction to raise her boob. He dragged the soft tit up as far as he could. Finally, its lush weight pulled from his mouth, and her nipple scraped against his teeth.

Her hands clenched into fists and her arm muscles strained against the ropes.

Leaving the first tit glistening with spit, he fastened his sucking mouth on the other, stroking it with his tongue. As he chewed gently on her tit-meat, he had a gut-knotting urge to sink his teeth into her helpless body. Her chest began rising and falling as he tortured her tit with his tongue and lips and teeth.

Caressing her spit-slick tit with one hand, his other hand moved down her heaving, trembling belly. He felt her gut muscles shudder and squirm as his fingers scraped her smooth stomach. His finger probed her belly button, pushed deep into her soft belly. He wiggled his finger in her navel as he tongued one tit and pinched and rolled the other.

He heard her whimper softly, deep in her throat. It was the first sound she had made since he had begun working her over. He tried to imagine what she was thinking as the unfamiliar sensations lashed her body. He couldn't. He didn't know whether or not she would be horrified with herself, or with him. The thought that she might get physically sick made his insides clench. He hoped she wouldn't, because he couldn't stop now. His cock was throbbing, his balls burning as he slid his hand from her belly button to the kinky forest of her blonde snatch.