Honey pulled away from Greg and looked at Jay angrily. "What is he doing in our bedroom?" she demanded. "And who was that girl you ran off with?"
Before Greg could answer, Jay spoke up. "She does sort of sound like a wife, doesn't she, Greg?" He scratched his crotch and grinned. "Maybe I shouldn't have fucked her. She might start thinking she's got two husbands to boss around." Laughing, Jay turned and left the room.
When Honey looked back at Greg, she realized he was angry with her. His eyes searched up and down her body as though he was looking for something to yell at her about. "Are you wearing panties or a bra?" He felt her tits and ran his hands over her buttocks outside her dress. "Take your dress off. I don't want you wearing any clothes when you're in my house."
Honey felt as though he had slapped her. Not only did he ignore her question, but he ordered her around like she was his slave. Still his possessiveness made her feel important to bun. Submissively, she pulled her dress off over her head. His eyes devoured her naked body lustfully. Her emotions surged through her body in a mass of contradictions. He didn't even seem interested in the fact she had sex with Jay, only in whether she obeyed him.
"It's none of your business who the girl was I took home." Greg stripped his clothes off and crawled naked on tap of her, straddling her hips. He held her wrists above her head. Smiling down on her, he said, "And now I want to finish off our wedding night with a good blow job and fuck!"
Honey couldn't believe what was happening. She was seeing a cruel, thoughtless side of Greg she hadn't seen before. How could he ignore what they had done to her? How could he insult her by secret tripe in the middle of the night? She struggled to pull her arms away and roll off the bed, but he held her so tightly she could not even move her arms. "Let me go," she insisted. "I don't want to do either one of those things."
"It doesn't matter what you want. You're my wife new and you'll do what I say whether you like it or not." He wiggled his hips until he lay between her thighs, his weight resting on top of her. She felt his cock rubbing against her pussy as he ground his hips into her center. Covering her lips with his, he forced his tongue deeply into her mouth. His teeth nibbled at her lips while his tongue explored freely inside her mouth.
Struggling against him was useless. She felt her arousal stirring within her body, despite the anger and resentment she felt at the thoughtless way he was heating her. She hated herself for responding to him now, but she couldn't stop the arousal that pulsed with growing need through her cunt flesh. She felt his cock arousing into a huge erection between her thighs. She felt his nob poking into her cunt and burning against her clitoris.
As his tongue continued flicking in and out of her mouth like a cock, Honey felt her arousal flaring to such a state of need that she began responding to his advances despite her anger. She pulled his hips harder against her and opened her mouth wider, allowing his tongue freer access to her mouth. He released her wrists and moved his hands to her tits, stroking and massaging her heavy tit-flesh until every nerve tinged and surged with arousal.
Honey wanted to push Greg away from her and tell him what she thought of his cruel actions, but now that her arousal surged in hot pulses through her flesh, she could think of nothing ether than carrying their actions to completion. She needed release from the compelling need that grew hotter and hotter. She felt his mouth sucking and nibbling her nipples until they stood up like hard points.
Greg licked her tits hotly. He slurped his tongue over her firm globes until she was in a state of excitement that she would have agreed to do anything he wanted. She ground her hips up against his cock, feeling his cock nob pushing deeper between her pussy lips and working its way into her cunt.
She lifted her legs and wrapped them around bin hips. She felt his buttocks tense and then he slammed forward with all his strength and drove his cock into her with such force that her breath gushed from her lungs. She felt his mammoth cock tear like a savage beast into her body, ripping and pushing aside her tender cuntal membranes until his shaft was buried to the hilt in her pussy.
"I love fucking you," he moaned, driving his hips faster and faster, his cock reaming in and out of Honey's cunt with lustful abandon. Every stroke brought her to a more and more intense state of arousal. "Your pussy's so tight it feels like a south around my cock." He humped into her as hard and fast she could, aiming his shaft to the hilt with each stroke.
She felt his cock driving her wild with aroused need. She clawed at his buttocks in an attempt to draw his cock even deeper into her cunt. She felt his thick cock shaft stretching her pussy each time it tore savagely into her body. She spread her thighs wide and pressed her heels into his ass. "Yes," she pleaded, "fuck me! Push it in as far and hard as you can. Make me feel it. Oh, yes… that's it. Your cock feels so good going in and out of me! Don't stop! I want to feel you inside me forever!"
Greg savagely ground his cock into her cunt. His hips churned in and out like an exercising athlete. His fingers bunched Honey's tits together until he could lath his tongue over both nipples with one lick. He sucked them into his mouth, circling her nipples with his teeth. He bit and chewed her flesh until she screamed with erotic torture.
Even with the arousal churning with gripping need through her flesh, Honey could not help wondering if maybe she had made a mistake marrying Greg. Perhaps sex was the only thing between them. She felt ashamed of the compelling lust that continued washing over her flesh like surging currents of erotic energy. But she couldn't stop her body from responding. Her arms and legs moved against her will. She pounded her heels into Greg's ass like she was riding a horse.
Her fingers twisted in his hair and she pulled his mouth from tit to tit. "Lick me all over," she begged. "Eat me. Lick my pussy. Oh, I want to feel your tongue all over me!" She pushed his head away, encouraging him to eat where his cock was feasting. "Take your cock out. Let me lick it dry."
Honey felt her face flushing in shame over the humiliating spectacle she was making of herself, yet she couldn't stop that, either. She felt like an aroused nympho. Surprising even Greg, she forced him to withdraw his cock by twisting under him until she could reach his balls with her hand. She circled them tightly between her fingers and began puffing slowly. Immediately he responded. He became for a moment, a helpless baby in her hands.
At that moment, Honey had complete control of him. But she held it only a moment. Then she pushed his face down to her steaming crotch. He turned so she could suck his cock into her mouth. His cock tasted hot and tangy. She felt her arousal surging as the erotic flavor swept over her tongue. She gulped and swallowed, forcing her head against his shaft and pulling down on axis hips. She wanted his cock all the way down her throat.
As he lapped hungrily between her thighs, his tongue delving into her pussy slit with thirsty strokes, she felt her climax approaching. She sucked harder at his cockhead, feeling it working deeper and deeper into her throat. She sucked and slurped her tongue over his cock each time he pulled back, breathing air into her lungs at the same time. She relaxed her throat muscles and arched her neck slightly, guiding his shaft into her throat.
His hot cock slid over her tongue and cheeks. His mouth gobbled her pussy. She felt her cunt lips swollen and throbbing as his mouth feasted with loud, grunting noises of contentment. She felt her clitoris throbbing and pulsing with energy. His tongue stabbed into her slit and squirmed up her pussy, slurping up her hot juices.
And then her orgasm exploded over her like molten lava. She convulsed in erotic spasms that tossed her body helplessly against him. His cock suddenly began spurting thick wads of cum into her mouth as his orgasm erupted with equal intensity. She felt her mouth quickly filled until it dripped out the sides and ran down her cheeks. She swallowed just as another copious gush again filled her mouth.
Their orgasm kept them gripped together, sucking and gobbling each other's sex until they were drained and exhausted. Honey felt as though a fire was slowly being extinguished. She kept his cock in her mouth, sucking it even as it began to grow soft and shrink. She tasted the last of his cum as she milked his cock shaft with her lips and teeth. She felt his tongue drink the last of her cunt juice. His tongue slurped along her slit with tingling caresses.
When he finally rolled away from her, Honey felt her anger at his previous inconsiderate actions returning. "Why did you have to take that woman home in the middle of the night? Who was she?"
Greg sat up, his anger suddenly matching Honey's. "I told you it was none of your business. Listen, you've got to understand who's boss in this marriage. You do what I say and know what I want you to know."
Honey shivered at his concept of what a marriage was supposed to be like. "You knew what kind of a person Jay was, yet you left me here with him all alone. And when he tells you what he did to me, you act like it didn't even happen! That's not what I think a husband is supposed to act like." She turned away from him and huddled with her arms wrapped around her tits.
"That's another thing. From the story Jay told me, you acted pretty excited about what you were doing. But from now on, you'd better not fuck Jay unless I tell you to."
Honey spun around. "Unless you tell me to. Do you mean to say you think you have the right to order me to make love with other men?"
"You better believe it. I told you, from now on you do what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it. I didn't marry you so you could tell me what to do."
Honey couldn't believe what she was hearing. Living with Greg would be worse than living with her aunt. How could she have been so silly to marry someone she didn't even know? And now it was too late to go back to her aunt. But she wouldn't live with Greg. "I'll get a divorce," she said. "I'm leaving." She started to get off the bed, but he grabbed her arm and spun her onto her back.
"You're not going anywhere." He dashed to a dresser and came back with several neck ties. He straddled her waist and twisted her arms together. "I'm going to teach you a lesson right now. It looks like you're going to take a lot of training, but I've got all the time in the world."
She tried to stop him when he pinned her arms with his knees. Next he tied the free ends to the bed corners. He crawled off and repeated the process to her ankles. When she was completely spread-eagled and helpless, he sat on the edge and watched her twisting and squirming to pull herself free.
"You're not going to get loose that way. The only thing that will do is tighten the knots." He stroked her stomach and tits, allowing his hands to tantalize her tit-flesh and pinch and twist her nipples. He moved to her pussy and dipped his fingers into her still-dripping cunt.
"Untie me, please. What are you doing to me?"
"I'm going to teach you what happens when you don't obey me." He continued fondling her cunt lips and stroking his index finger along her slit. He flicked over her clitoris until he felt it responding. "I'm going to whip you."
Honey flinched. "No! You've got to be kidding!" But she knew he wasn't. She watched him return to the dresser and take out a thick, black belt. "Don't you dare!" she cried, pulling frantically at the bonds around her wrists and ankles. She was helpless against him. He could do anything to her and she would not be able to stop him. The thought sent chills of terror surging though her.
He doubled the belt and snapped it together several times, the sound echoing ominously though the room. "When I'm through with you, maybe you'll have learned not to be so bossy. Cooperation is what I want from you." As he advanced toward her, he began rubbing his cock and balls back and forth.
Haney watched horror stricken as his cock began to swell again. He was a pervert! He wanted to whip her! "No!" she begged. "Don't! I'll do anything you want. I'll fuck anyone you want. Just don't whip me, please!"
He laughed at her. "Of course, you will. You'll fuck a donkey if I want you to, but you're still going to get whipped. You deserve it, don't you?"
Honey shook her head. "No, please. I promise I'll do what you want. I'll be whatever kind of wife you want me to be." But inside she vowed she would escape from the horrible nightmare she had stepped into. She was not going to live with a man who enjoyed cruelty and only wanted to beat her. How could she have been so wrong about someone? And then she felt the first lash biting into her flesh.
The belt hissed through the air and landed with a loud crack across her stomach. He drew the whip back again and again, lashing as a steady rain of stinging blows over her tits and thighs. She twisted and writhed under the merciless lashing. She felt the sharp crack of the leather like fiery kisses burning over her tender skin. The more she begged and screamed for him to stop, the harder he whipped her.