Loving Submission

Each step bounced Ava up and down on his cock. The head of his cock battering against her cervix as the walls of her tunnel clamped around his shaft. As he walked he kicked doors open and closed behind him until he got to the stairs leading to their bed chambers.

As he mounted the stairs the angle of entry changed and a whole new world of sensations vibrated through his cock into his body. It was the most intense sensation he had felt since his first wife died, and for a brief moment he regretted it. Then he felt Ava spasm around his cock and the regret fled to be forgotten.

Kicking open their bedchamber door, he lift her off his cock and set her down. "Strip, and then undress me."
 
Ava was a little unsteady on her feet. She took a moment to tug off her dress. She kicked off her petticoats and her torn undergarments. When she was naked before him, she removed his jacket and his shirt. She got on her knees and tugged off his boots and his leggings. She raised up just a little and took his wet member in her mouth. This time she sucked him with affection and fervor. He tasted different with her taste on him, but that didn't dissuade her.
 
"Yes," he moaned, "That is how you suck my cock."

He felt his clothes slip off his body as Ava suckled his cock taking as much of it into her mouth as she could. He could feel the difference in the liquids that coated his length. He grabbed her head and held her still as he pressed his hips forward, forcing even more of his length into her, until he heard her gag.

Theodore Charles backed his hips up a moment then pressed forward again. The feel of the head of his cock entering her throat, causing her to gag again, was unlike anything he had felt before. It felt so food it was worth doing again. So he did.

After he picked her up and carried her over to the chair he had been using and draped her over the back of it. Standing behind her, he spread her ass cheeks and stepped up and slid inside her. Grabbing her hands up in his, he transferred them to his right hand and held them against the small of her back.

"Before I am done, you will beg me to allow you to cum," he whispered.
 
Ava's eyes watered from when he made her gag on his cock. She coughed a little as he draped her across the chair.

She was startled when he took her hands in his. But she wasn't afraid. Everything was so new, so unexpected.

She told herself that she could trust him and that he might use her roughly but he would never hurt her. She took deep breaths and did her best to relax and get comfortable.

"You have my body so warm and wet. I didn't know it could be like this..." She offered softly. She sighed in pleasure as she slid inside of her once more.
 
Theodore Charles looked down at his petite wife and her ass as his cock slid in and out of her. His strokes were long and smooth, not hurrying the sensations at all, but reveling in how her body reacted to each movement he made.

As he began pulling back on her arms as he rammed forward, the chair began rocking onto it's back legs. Theodore Charles played with Ava's ass with his free hand rubbing it gently for a few moments, warming the flesh up. Then he began to lightly spank it in time with his thrusts. First one cheek then the other, a small gasp coming from Ava each time.
 
Ava cried out in pleasure as he thrust into her. His hand slapping her ass only added to it. She clawed at the chair trying to steady herself. But her body was not really under her control but it was Theodore Charles who was in charge. His fingers dug into her skin, her ass getting pink and warm under his assault.

"Don't stop.... please..." She begged softly. "I want more..."
 
Theodore Charles smiled as Ava whimpered for more. With each thrust of his hips, Theodore Charles increased the power of both his hips and hand as the slapped against her tender pale skin.

Her pussy clamped around his staff with each thrust a tight yet gentle fist massaging him. He let loose of her hands and wrapped his arms around her waist, plucking her from the chair and carried her over to the bed.

He pinned Ava flat on the bed. Theodore Charles straddled her thighs and spread her legs a little. Scootching up, he grabbed the base of his cock and slowly thread it back into her pussy.

Laying flat on Ava, Theodore Charles began hammering his hips up and down, driving her into the mattress.
 
Ava placed her hands on Theodore Charles' chest. She didn't push him away, but instead just wanted to feel the warmth of his skin. She covered his chest with kisses as he pounded into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist. She cried out softly with each thrust, her pleasure building again, until she climaxed as he pounded into her cervix.
 
As Ava's orgasm rocked her body, her tight little pussy clamped onto Theodore Charles' cock. It was a sensation that not even Gabrielle gave him.

The head of his cock felt sore even through the high he was enjoying through the sex. Heedless of the pain he continued slamming into Ava prolonging her orgasm until his body locked up, pinning her to the bed.

His balls expelled wave after wave of his seed into his petite wife. With a groan he lowered his head into the hollow of her neck. With a contented voice he whispered, "Woman, you fuck very well indeed."
 
"Only because you are the one fucking me..." She whispered, cradling his head to her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair and kissed the top of his head. She nuzzled and kissed him. She wrapped her arms around him so that he wouldn't withdraw from him. She wanted to stay enveloped in his arms. She closed her eyes and sighed contentedly, her body still relaxed from her intense orgasm.
 
Theodore Charles barely moved for some time and when he did it was as much that he was cold as anything else. Extricating himself from the tangled mass of body parts, Theodore Charles rang the servant.

When she came in Theodore Charles turned to her and ordered, "Bring us food and start a fire. " the blushing maid nodded and bolted from the room.
 
Ava curled up under the blankets while they waited.

The maids arrived. One started the fire, another brought a platter of bread, sausage and cheese and a carafe of wine.

The maids were doing their best to keep their eyes down but they had gotten quite a show when the couple had entered the house. Ava knew that Theodore Charles did not want her to be ashamed, so she sat with her head held high.

She had the maid pour them each a glass of wine.

"Thank you, ladies. We will call if we have more need of you."
 
Theodore Charles flipped the covers off of him as the maids left the room and pulled the tray of food onto the bed with them. He smiled a moment then said, "Wait."

He got out of bed and got a rag then came back to the bed. "I am going to blind fold you, and then feed you," he said.

Tying it tight around her head, he took a piece of bread and ran it up her leg, scooping up some of the juices from their lovemaking and teased her lips with it, "Open wide," he said. As she did, he slid the bread into her mouth.
 
Ava murmured appreciatively.

"Sometimes, dear husband, I think you like to shock me." Ava's voice was light and sweet.


"May I have a sip of wine, love?" She asked. Ava sat up, her breasts on display, her mouth open.
 
Theodore Charles took a piece of sausage and twirled it around her areola a couple of times then put it in his mouth. As he did, he dipped a finger into the wine and painted her lips with it.

"There is a taste, " he whispered.

He eased her back onto the bed. "Now open your mouth. "

When she did he took a glass of wine and took a swig without swallowing it. He bent over her face, his mouth bare l y am inch from hers as he dribbled the wine into hers.
 
Ava arched her back and took the wine into her mouth. Kissing the lingering taste from his lips.

"Your kisses are sweeter than wine." She whispered, her voice honeyed and warm. She found herself craving her husband, and his touch and his tastes.
 
Theodore Charles looked down on his bride, her hair a dark corona around her head. Her eyes were glued to him with a hunger that had not been present the day before. He licked his lips as he looked down, and then back up her body.

He took another slice of sausage and fed it to her, watching her jaws move up and down in a steady rhythm. While she chewed he tore off a trencher of bread and moved his hand with the bread down between her legs. He wiped her swollen pussy with the bread, capturing some of their commingled juices.

He held it up to her just out of reach of her mouth. He took her hand, and wrapped it around his semi limp dick, "Get me hard, then you get a bite," he ordered softly.
 
Ava smiled up at him. She caressed his cock, feeling him harden under her touch. She turned her face and began kissing the warm skin of his strong chest. She found an old battle scar and ran her tongue across it. Her hand kept working, up and down.

"Have I earned my supper?" She asked with her eyebrow raised.
 
A shudder coursed through Theodore Charles as Ava licked the place where he had been stabbed by a landsknecht in a battle two years prior. Feeling that gentle touch coupled with the softness of her hand on his cock, forced blood to his cock, thickening and extending it in her hand.

"Yes," he half moaned out as he lowered the bread to her mouth. He watched as she bit into the bread, centering her bite on the wettest part of the bread. Returning the bread to the space between her legs again, he sopped up more of their fluids.

He held it up from her again, and asked, "Tell me Ava, did you like it when I spanked you yesterday?"
 
Ava blushed thinking of their encounter in the carriage and him smacking her backside.

"I did, I was surprised how much I enjoyed it." She rolled over and offered him the curves of her backside. She wriggled just a little bit.

"Did you enjoy spanking me?"
 
In response, Theodore Charles moved to where he was straddling her thighs, a knee on each side of her next to her hips. His hard cock bobbed up and down over the crack of her ass. He looked down at the inverted heart that was her ass and licked his lips.

He raised his right hand and smacked her butt, not hard, but firm. The way both cheeks wiggled in response was all the encouragement he needed to deliver a similar shot to her other cheek. Back and forth, from right cheek to left, his hand rose and fell, painting her delicate ass pink. Slow steady shots, none of them hard, none of them soft, each one was delivered firmly and placed to overlap the previous spank slightly as he worked up and down her cheeks.

He yanked down a cord from the curtain surrounding the bed and doubled it up. He raised his hand and fired it forward with the same force as before, leaving a pair of ribbed marks on her ass cheek. "Do you like that too, Ava?"
 
Ava gasped and whimpered as he made pink handmarks across the globes of her ass. She found herself writhing against the sheets. The strikes against her ass making the heat build in her belly again.

"I do like them. I can't explain why." She whispered, looking up at him over her shoulder.
 
"Good," he growled as he raised and lowered the cord. The stroke was the same firm stroke that he hand used with his bare hand, the main difference was the cord left a trail of ripples with each strike.

His left hand reached between her legs and he fingered her slowly, letting the heat and wetness flow over the invading digit. "I like this a lot Ava."

He pressed his hips forward his hard cock sliding along the crack of her ass until his balls rested against his hand which he moved out of the way. He held the position for a moment until her juices coated his balls the Theodore Charles moved to the side.

He swung the cord along the line formed by the junction of her ass and legs. A portion of the cord smacked across her pussy as well. He struck her again in almost exactly the same spot.

His voice was thick as his entire body and soul quivered, "AAnd now Ava? Do you still yearn for this?"
 
Ava almost came up off of the bed when the cord struck her pussy. Ava looked back at him again, her eyes full of heat.

"Love, I crave being yours. I want anything you have to give me."

She was so aroused her thighs were wet. Her body trembled with every touch.
 
Theodore Charles' eyes widened slightly and he gasped at her response. "Very well," he said, his voice gravelly. His arm came back and fired forward a little faster slapping an inch higher than the previous shot.

His cock bobbed with the blow, pre cum glistening in the early afternoon light. Each shot a little harder than the previous. Soon her upper thighs and ass shone apple red.

He wiped some of the quim streaming down her leg across her ass, easing the pain slightly. He moved behind her and slid his cock into her swollen pussy gently. "Good girl," he cooed.

His thrusts were slow and firm, the heat radiating from her ass warming his thighs and stomach. "Tomorrow I will appropriate more suitable gear for us to us until we get home."
 
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