Page 9 of Sacred Vow

Every stroke I delivered brought a litany of expressive words from my new wife, none of which were appropriate.

“Argh! You son of a —”

I brought the next stroke down lower, then painted the backs of her thighs a pretty shade of red to match her naughty little bottom.

“Ouch! I hate you!”

And on it went, with each stroke of the belt. Her ass and thighs were blazing red and would hurt for some time. But during her kicking and crying, her legs parted and I could see her puffy lips, slick and swollen with her arousal.

I spread her thighs apart with the belt still hanging from my hand and let the leather kiss the sensitive flesh at the apex. Vittoria squealed and gazed at me over her shoulder with a look of pure shock.

“I’m sorreeee,” spilled from between her full lips. Her eyes pleaded as tears tracked her cheeks.

Not convinced, I struck again.

“Please, Sir, please, I’ll be good, I promise.”

I snapped the belt again, striking the soft flesh. A mix of a moan and cry broke from her.

“I don’t want your empty promises to be good, Vittoria. I want you to promise to obey me, and only me. Do you understand now?”

She sniffled quietly, but still withheld the words I wanted to hear. Time for a test. I took a few steps back from the bed.

“Come here, wife, on your knees.”

Vittoria scrambled off the bed and fell to her knees at my feet.

“Take my cock out of my pants.”

She reached out a shaking hand and unzipped my fly. She reached through the opening in my boxer briefs and gripped my cock. Her eyes flew to my face in surprise.

“You’re big.” She pulled my cock out, the angry head eye level with her.

“Open your mouth and clasp your hands behind your back,” I demanded.

She obeyed, and I quickly bound her hands with my belt.

I spread drops of pre-cum on her lips.

“Lick.”

Her pink tongue darted out and swiped the cum from her lips, like a kitten licking from a bowl of cream. Damn, this woman was smoking hot and all mine. Just looking at her on the floor with her mouth open was almost enough to have me shooting my load all over her face.

I gripped her hair in one hand and fed her my cock with the other.

“Hollow your cheeks,” I instructed, “and soften your throat.”

I fed my cock into her mouth until the tip hit her throat. When she tightened with the pressure, I gave her hair a sharp tug. “Soften your throat, Vittoria, or I will spank that little kitty between your legs.”

A guttural moan reverberated around my rod. She softened, and I shoved my cock down her throat. She convulsed around the thick ridges and then relaxed.

“Good girl,” I crooned. “That’s it. Take your husband’s cock in your throat. Feel me invading and taking what’s mine, Vittoria. You.”

Her moan reverberated around my cock, edging me toward my orgasm. A few strokes later, my balls tightened, and I pumped my seed down her throat. Gazing down at my new wife, I caught a glimpse of her beneath the surface for the first time and found it disturbed me. She was a vision beneath the wreckage of our first battle, defiant even now despite the tears on her cheeks. Beyond the surface I saw loneliness. Her pupils dilated as she looked up at me, confusion and reluctant heat replacing some of the earlier hostility.

The room fell quiet except for our uneven breathing. Vittoria remained on her knees before me, shaken but unbroken, her chin lifting a fraction as if refusing to let me see how deeply I’d affected her. Most women would have crumbled beneath a man like me. My wife glared back like she was already planning her next escape.

“It’s time to clean up and get back to the party, Vittoria. There will be plenty of time later to satiate that appetite of yours and christen our sheets with your virginity.” I said, not knowing if she was a virgin or not.