Loving Submission

Ava made her apologies to the bishop. The bishop was fuming, he began to rant and rave about reformers. Ava could not placate him. She said a hurried goodbye and wrapped in her cloak. She headed outside into the bitter wind.

Ava couldn't hide the emotion on her face. She was deeply embarrassed and uncomfortable with conflict. She was so flustered her hands were shaking.

The carriage driver opened the door for her and she settled herself inside silently.
 
Theodore Charles sat fuming while waiting for Ava to come out of the rectory. When she got into the carriage, he pulled his pants down, and ordered, "Satisfy me like you should have this morning."

Ava paused looking down at the bottom of the carriage and then at her skirts, and Theodore Charles, hissed, "Now you simpering quim."
 
Ava got to her knees awkwardly. Her skirts filled the floor of the carriage. She took him in her hands and then in her mouth but her face was hard. He was wearing away what little affection she had for him. Her cheeks burned in anger, but she wasn't brave enough to argue. She used her mouth, but it was without passion. She was compliant only.

The carriage began to roll towards her parents house. She quickened her pace so that she might pleasure him before they arrived at her parents' home.
 
To say it was less than what he expected from Ava would have been an understatement. It was technically bad and lacked emotion. As she quickened her pace he said, "Stop."

He cupped her chin and brought her eyes up to look at his. "What are you doing? You are much better than that. Or was last night an accidental and happy event?"
 
Ava stammered as he cupped her face in her hands.

"I... I am sorry. I will do better. I just wanted to be finished before we arrived at my parents. It would not be.... seemly for me to be doing this as we arrive."

Ava felt tears threatening to come. But she fought them. She blinked hard. She took his manhood in her fingers and stroked him lightly. Her touch more tender. She took him back in her mouth and used her tongue to caress him. She sucked him in and used swished her tongue back and forth, watching him to see what touches he responded to.
 
Theodore Chares leaned back as Ava began to pay appropriate attention to his manhood. "Better," he moaned as he grabbed each side of her head and guided her up and down. After a short while her motions began to mimic that of the carriage.

His cock was so hard that it ached. He wondered for a moment as to why it was so hard, and as her tongue flicked across his piss slit, he moaned, and the thought completely escaped him.

He stopped her, saying "Turn around and stand up as much as you can."

When she did, he pushed her skirts, under skirt and undergarments up and pulled her down onto his lap. His iron hard member caught between her ass cheeks and he breathed, "Up a little."

As she complied, Theodore Charles guided the head of his cock to her opening and pressed into her. "Now fuck me," he said as his lips flitted across her earlobe.
 
Ava held up her skirts the best that she could. He was so much taller than she it was a challenge for her to keep her feet on the floor as she sat in in his lap. She gasped when he slid inside of her. She used her tiptoes to push herself up and down on his swollen member.

Ava felt herself getting wetter and warmer as he slid in and out of her. She leaned back. Her lips brushing against his throat.

"I do want to be a good wife to you..." She whispered. She hoped to get some of the affection that he had offered her in the past when he was pleased with her. She worked her body up and down as the carriage rolled down the furrowed road.

She braced her hands on him and used them to push herself up and then back down. Her hips wriggled as she took him in deeper and deeper. She cried out softly as his cock found its mark again and again.
 
Theodore Charles widened his legs, forcing Ava's wider, which caused her to land more flush against his lower abdomen. The carriage pitched and jostled as it trundled forward across Nuremberg. His hands gripped her hips, his thumbs digging into her ass cheeks, and pulling them wide.

"That's it," he cooed, "Slam yourself onto me."

The sound of flesh slamming into flesh filled the carriage, and Theodore Charles was sure outside of it. He kept trying to push her layers of skirts up and out of the way, but given the sheer volume of material made it a fruitless exercise. He began ripping some of the layers away and tossing them to the side. After a few minutes he finally could see her cute pert ass as she slid up and down his pole.

He moaned as he swatted her ass gently. He looked around trying to figure out a way where he could get on top and drive into her. He needed to feel his balls slapping her clit and his own ass.

As the carriage rolled to a stop, Theodore Charles rolled Ava to where they both had a knee on the seat, and the other leg splayed out against the far wall. He was hunched over her, so it was not ideal, but there was rook enough.

One hand grabbed her hair, the other her hip and he fired his hips forward with all the might he could muster.
 
Ava braced herself against the seat. Her husband slammed into her over and over, harder and harder. She felt his hand tangle into her hair and pulling it free of its pins. She could hear him groaning and grunting and she was sure the carriage driver could hear it as well. She could hear fabric tearing and she hoped that she could make herself presentable before they arrived at her parents' home.

He seemed to be thrusting deeper than he had before. She cried out softly, not in pain but in pleasure. She was shocked that something so fierce could feel good to her.

He yanked back hard on her hair and she yelped. But he didn't stop the steady tempo of his thrusts. She felt herself getting slick against him. She was breathless and needy sounds bubbled from the back of her throat.
 
Theodore Charles rammed his cock into Ava's pussy as hard as he could, as if he was trying to hammer his way into and through her body. Part of his mind registered that the carriage was no longer moving though it still rocked with the effort he and Ava were putting forth in their coupling.

As her pussy began to contract around his dick, he felt his balls begin to boil, threatening to explode at any moment. He changed the pace from fast and furious to slow hard hammering. Each stroke causing both of them to gasp out their exhalations.

He heard the driver say, "It will be another few moments sir."

Knowing that there was an audience was enough to throw him over the edge. Theodore Charles didn't roar, nor was he quite, as he blew his top off in his wife. He jammed his cock as deep into her as he could, holding her in place by her hair as shot after shot fired from him into her.
 
Ava felt like a ragdoll as her husband spilled his seed inside of her. He held her by her hair tightly. Ava was breathless and flushed. Her thighs were trembling, her legs felt like jelly.

Ava could hear her parents speaking outside of the carriage.

"This is ridiculous...." Ava's mother's voice was shrill.

Her father was chuckling. "They are newlyweds....And shouldn't we be glad that they are working hard at having heirs."

Ava whispered tearily. "They heard..." She gulped in a few breaths of air. "I am going to need to freshen up.... my hair.... and my skirts.
 
Theodore Charles looked at his wife and nodded. He poked his head out the window of the carriage, stating, "Ava is in no position to visit currently. I am taking her back to the villa, we will come by tomorrow."

Sitting back down, he looked around at the scattered underskirts and he barked out a laugh, "There is no fixing those. Might I suggest you not wear them any longer? They are terribly inconvenient."

The carriage began to roll and they headed back to the villa he was renting while in Nuremberg. He turned to Ava, "You say you want to be a pleasing wife to me. Fine, I will teach you what I want from you, and you will learn and obey?"
 
Ava looked at him with a sideways glance as she settled herself back into her seat. She fussed with her hair as he told her parents that they would return the following day. He laughed when he looked at her torn skirts.

She nodded when he suggested that she no longer wear all of her layers.

She listened as he told her that he would teach her to please him.

"I will learn and I will obey. But I wonder if I might ask....." She took a deep breath to stoke up her courage. "If I might have a bit more of your affection. After such an intense session, I find myself craving your touch, being held in your arms. You said a wife is to submit to her husband, but a husband is to love his wife... I very much love it when you kiss and cuddle me and whisper sweet things to me."

Ava looked at him hoping her request didn't anger him. She knew she must look like a mess with her hair half up and half down.
 
Theodore Charles looked at his wife for a moment or two. She looked nearly radiant in her current, freshly fucked state. He nodded slowly, "Agreed, though they are tied to each other. The more you please me, the more affection I will give you."

He pulled her up into his lap, her bare ass against his leggings. "Agreed?"
 
Ava nodded as she snuggled against his warm chest.

"Agreed. I will do my very best to please you. I want to make you glad that I am yours."

She tucked her head under his chin and sighed deeply. Contended to be in her husband's arms.

"I am not sure how I am going to look my parents in the eye tomorrow." She said with a giggle.
 
Theodore Charles muttered, "Proudly."

He cupped her chin and forced her to look up at him. "Whether either of us wanted to be married to the other two days ago or not, we are. You will be proud to be my wife and will not allow any doubt to creep into anyone's mind."

The press of her slight body against his and the rolling of the carriage rubbed her ass and thighs against his cock, and after a few minutes he began to respond. He turned her away from him so that her ass pressed against his stomach, his burgeoning hard on between her cheeks.

"We should enjoy the drive, don't you think?" He asked as he lift her up slightly.
 
"Wait..." Ava whispered. She reached under her dress and removed what was left of her petticoats. Then she pressed back against him, wiggling her backside against him. She smiled at him over her shoulder. "i thought I should get the rest of them out of the way."

She scooted up in his lap, so that his cock could enter her. She was still wet from their last encounter and she was eager to please after he had caressed and cuddled her. She was ready for him, but she still gasped when he slid inside of her. Her body was still getting used to him.

She worked her body up and down with the movement of the carriage. She moaned softly as his member worked in and out of her.

"I will always be proud to be your wife." She sighed.
 
Theodore Charles sighed as she sank entirely onto his cock. Truly nothing in the world quite was like the feel of a woman wrapped around a man and Theodore Charles enjoyed as much or more than any normal man.

His hands worked up her torso trying to cup her tits, only to be foiled by the layers of clothes found there. "Why do women wear so damn much?" he muttered to himself.

Bringing his hands to her back, he began unlacing her dress and splaying the back open only to find the corset. Cursing mildly he began unlacing that as well.
 
Ava giggled again playfully.

"We wear all of these clothes so that we can be modest and keep our charms just for our husbands."

She tried to help him remove her clothing. She was used to getting herself into and out of it. Her fingers loosened her stays, and she tossed the corset to the floor and pulled her dress down for him.

She guided his hands to her breasts, cupping his hands around them.
 
"Fuck that," he muttered as he pinched her nipples and pulled on them. Using his legs, he spread her as wide as he could and allowed the carriage to make the movements for them as he continued playing with her tits and nipples.

"I want you to wear only that which is necessary for decency in public. You had better be accessible to me whenever, and however, I want. Understand?"
 
Ava leaned back against his chest and turned her face into his throat. She nuzzled against him as he slid into her.

"I will wear as little as possible. Perhaps, I can even speak to the dressmaker about making my dresses easier to get into." She offered.

The carriage hit a bump and it changed the way he rubbed against her. She cried out sweetly and melted into shudders of pleasure.
 
The odd jolt from the carriage caused Theodore Charles' cock head to batter her cervix directly and the oddly hard sensation sent a tremor through his body. His hand mauled her tits. Fingers twisting, pulling, pinching and teasing her hard nipples.

They didn't have to move vertically at all. The carriage did all of the work for them, tossing them up and down. Her tight cunt massaged his cock with every move, like another hand massaging him with untold fingers.

He was no where near cumming, he knew he could last quite a while, maybe forever in this particular position. What he really wanted to do was hammer her into submission. Abuse her pussy and body so much that for days she would not even think about fucking again. He licked his lips, catching her earlobe in the process, and whispered hotly, "The things I am going to do to you..."
 
She almost purred when he took her earlobe into his mouth.

"I am yours to do with whatever you please."She offered. Her breasts were beginning to feel sore, she wondered if they were going to mark.

There was a solid thump on the side of the carriage.

"We are back at the manor, Sir." The carriage driver offered in a booming voice, he acted as if he couldn't hear a thing.
 
Theodore Charles grunted at the driver then told Ava, "Turn around." As she did, he pulled what was left of her skirts out of the way. As she slid back down his cock, Theodore Charles opened the carriage door and stepped carefully out of the carriage. THe movement sent his cock into wild gyrations in her tight tunnel.

His left arm wrapped around her waist, and crushed her body tight to his as he headed toward the door, heedless of whomever may be watching.
 
Ava held tight to Theodore Charles. She lost her breath when the carriage opened and the cold air hit her bare skin. She knew he didn't care who saw them. She did her best to act as if she didn't care when the maid whisked the door open for them.

"I am yours. I am your wife." She whispered against his chest.

He was so very strong. She felt tiny in his arms. She gave herself over and just enjoyed being in his arms, having him inside of her.

The maids were scurrying about trying to get out of his way.
 
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