Loving Submission

The maids had heated water for Ava and poured it into a big wooden cask in a small room off of the kitchen. She sent the maids away and sat in the hot water. She unbound her hair and let it fall around her.

Ava closed her eyes and thought about what had happened in the past few days. How had things gotten so complicated? And how could her uncle cause all of this anguish and strife? Had he lost his mind?

And Theodore Charles. Did he love her at all? She did love him. When she had seen the swordsman, she had feared for his life. And he had believed that she had betrayed him. She drew up her knees and laid her head on them

She tried to stop thinking. She shook her head and did her best to not think of anything.
 
It didn't take long for Theodore Charles to find his wife. He dismissed the maids and walked in with another pail of hot water. He looked at her a moment her dark hair floating around her then slowly poured the water in.

When she opened her eyes he said, "Never storm out on me again. If you run away we can't face the issues."
 
She looked at him with her intense blue eyes locked on his.

"Don't humiliate me in front of your men again. If you have issue with me, talk to me. I am your loyal wife, I swear it." She whispered.

She soaped up her rag and began washing herself.
 
Theodore Charles ' eyes narrowed and his voice was low and dangerous as he retorted, "Woman, I will punish you however I cholse, in front of whom I choose, and when I choose. '

He took the three steps to arrive at her side and tilted her head up toward his, "How was I to know that you didn't betray me? There were plenty of opportunities for you to do so."

He caressed her face with his thumb softly, "I have some unctures that will help with the bruising. Once you are done come to the room and I will apply them."
 
Ava sighed deeply.

"You could have known because I told you. You could have believed me." She offered softly.

She finished washing. Then, she stepped out of the cask and dried herself. She wrapped up in her dressing gown and took the stairs to their bed chamber.

Her husband's men were guarding the door. They said nothing to her, but she could feel their eyes on her.

She kept walking. She entered their bed chamber and removed her dressing gown. Her husband was in his chair, and she took her normal spot at his feet.
 
Theodore Charles was not completely sure who was more conditioned to this arrangement, him or Ava. As she stripped and knelt before him, his dick hardened and thickened in anticipation of her soft caresses.

On the table next to his chair were three vials each of which was already opened. He lift Ava up and laid her across his lap. He looked down at her shapely ass and ran his hand gently across it.

Picking up the first vial he poured a glob of the foul smelling viscous liquid onto her ass and slowly massaged it in. "TThis one will help with the pain. The second with the bruising and the third one, we'll it hides the foul smells."
 
Ava tried to not be responsive to his touches. She was naked at his feet, but she didn't want to offer up her affection and responsiveness. But he had her in his lap and he was rubbing the salve on her skin. She tried to keep her hips still. His hands expertly worked on her skin.

She wriggled and moaned in his lap. After taking his anger, having his gentle touch seemed to wake up her skin.

"Thank you." She offered as he poured the sweet smelling oil onto her skin and rubbed it in with his strong fingers.
 
Theodore Charles rubbed her ass with the unctures and watched as she tried to control her body's reponse to his hands. Her ass was firm yet pliable in his hands and as she squirmed his body began to react to her burgeoning arousal in kind.

He set the vial on the table and wiped his hands off while holding her in place across his lap. Once clean he began playing with her inner thighs, fingers teasing and tickling their way from knees to vagina. Once there he pulled gently on her outer lips coaxing them to open for him. He ran a finger up and down her slit, teasing her core into warming up more and more.

He placed her on her elbows and knees before his chair, ass and pussy pointed straight at him. Lowering himself e hind her, Theodore Charles grabbed his hard cock and pressed the head against her opening.

Once in place he grabbed her hips and pressed slowly into her, filling her tight pussy.
 
Ava cried out softly as he filled her. She pressed herself back to him. She sighed with contentment. She needed this after their argument. She needed him. She needed his touch.

"More, please." She whispered.

Ava trembled as he held her hips tightly. She was already so wet and so hungry for his touch.

"Hard, please, Master." She managed to choke out.
 
Theodore Charles smiled down at his wife's ass as she asked, almost choking on the words, for him to fuck her harder. He gripped her hips, his knuckles turning white with the pressure. He pushed her forward to only pyll her hard back against his hips as his cock hammered into her.

His balls slapped up against her mons with each powerful stroke and he felt his blood roaring through his system. Sex was almost as satisfying as combat, and on a primal level, maybe better.

Letting go of her right hip, he slapped her ass once as he fired back into her his cock throbbing in growing demanding need.
 
Ava cried out when he slapped her ass. She could feel the heat in her skin. Her ass was still sore from the riding crop, but that just made it more intense. His cock pounded into her even harder.

She climaxed so hard that her body shook, she cried out so loud that the men guarding the front door could hear her.

"I am yours. I am yours. I promise." She stammered. His cock was rock hard as he drilled into her again and again.
 
Ava's orgasm took Theodore Charles by surprise. He had not considered that perhaps his wife throughly enjoyed pain being administered to her, especially during sex. The fact she came so hard that she nearly collapsed was proof enough that she did.

It had always been enough to be the dominant one In bed and the relationship. This offered a whole new vista of possibilities that sent a shiver from Theodore Charles' head to his cock still buried in his wife's tight cunt. He swatted her other ass cheek with the same force and hammered his cock into her for a couple of minutes then slowly pulled out with a wet sucking noise.

He sat in his chair, his cock balls and thighs soaked with Ava's juice. "Turn around wife," he ordered softly. After she did he said, "Look at me."

Once her head swiveled up so he could see her eyes he asked, "Are you upset that the men saw me spank you or are you upset that you enjoyed them witnessing it? And that you enjoyed their eyes on you?"
 
Ava bit her lip, thinking. She started to speak twice but caught herself. She took a deep breath.

"First, I was hurt that you didn't trust me. That perhaps you don't... that you won't, that you won't come to...." She inhaled again. "love me."

Ava blinked hard. Her eyes started to tear but she willed herself not to cry.

"I am shocked at myself. I find myself humiliated but at the same time aroused. I am frightened and aroused. I don't understand it. I don't know how or why it works."

Ava trembled as she spoke and she found herself too ashamed to keep meeting his eyes. Her eyes dropped and she looked at his feet.

"I found myself wanting you to take me in front of them." Her voice got small and shaky as she spoke.
 
Theodore Charles said nothing for a moment or two then leaned forward and tilted Ava's head up toward him. He said softly, "Thank you for answering."

He picked her up off the floor and sat her in his lap, guiding his cock back into her as she settled into place. He looked at her, and said, "What other desires do you have that haven't been addressed yet?"
 
Ava his her face against his throat.

"I want you to own me. I want to be yours. I want you to pin me to the bed and fuck me hard. I want you to want me so much that you grab me and take me where ever you want me. I want to be yours, husband."

She moved her body against his, rocking her hips so that she could have him deep inside of her.

She wrapped her legs around him, pressing to him as tight as she could.
 
Theodore Charles nodded and leaned back in his chair watching as his wife fucked herself on his cock. The sight was nothing short of spectacular. Her tits moved in time with her undulating hips and he could feel his cock wave inside her tight tunnel.

"Faster," he grunted. His hands landed on her hips and his finger circled around to her ass. He could feel the welts he left earlier and moved his fingers where he could press firmly on the welts. "Faster, wife. Faster. "
 
Ava cried out sharply when his fingers dug into the welts on her backside, but it just fueled her arousal.

She fucked him back even faster and harder.

She kissed his throat and his collar bone. She lightly scraped her teeth on his shoulder.

"Master me." She whispered. "Claim me with your seed. Mark me as yours."

She clung to him like he was her rock in the storm.
 
Ava's pussy was flooding. Her quim gushed out of her with each of her hips rolls, flailing his cock inside her. Theodore Charles was clenching her ass, fingers digging into her welts and in time Ava's hips began thrusting back and forth in time with the pain, and it's lessening, as he squeezed the welts.

He stood suddenly and felt Ava clench even harder around his waist and shoulders with her legs and arms. He carried her to the hearth and pressed her against the warm field stone as the fire cheerily crackled in the fireplace.

He pinned her against the stone and began slamming his hips up, trying to split her in two with his cock. He could feel the heat of the fire on his legs and balls and was certain Ava could as well.

His speed disappeared but he was all power as he pulled back second by second only to fire up hard and fast sending shock waves through her body. His balls tightened and he felt the orgasm simmering quickly to a boil.

He quickly rotated and pinned her to the rug before the floor, knocking the wind out of her as he growled and came hard, splattering her womb with his seed.
 
Ava melted into the stone hearth. The heat warming her skin, just one more layer of sensation. And just when she thought she couldn't take any more, he roared and put her on the floor slamming into her.

She sighed in complete relief as he filled her with his hot seed.

"Thank you, Master. Thank you." She whispered when she regained her breath.

Aftershocks of pleasure kept running through her body as she laid beneath him.

She quivered under him.
 
Theodore Charles held her in place giving his seed every opportunity to seep into her depths. "A son, wife," he breathed into her ear. "Give me sons and I will love you."

After his cock shriveled to a completely flaccid state and plopped out of Ava, Theodore Charles rolled off his wife and sat against his chair.

He looked over at Ava and extended a hand to her, "CCome here wife."
 
Ava took his hand and scooted between his legs. She snuggled against his warm, barrel chest.

She nestled in tightly, curling up her small frame against his larger one, allowing him to envelope her.

"I want to have your sons. And we should ensure that we take every chance before you go off to war. "

She kissed his throat and his chest.

"My eldest brother was conceived on my parents honeymoon."
 
He caressed his wife's head and shoulders as she nuzzled his neck and began kissing her way down his chest. As her mouth made it's way to his nipple he cupped her tit and squeezed it firmly.

"Maybe you will have similar blessings, wife, and will be big with a son as I return to war," he gasped as her tongue flicked across his nipple.

He released her tit and moved his hand to her nipple and pulled on it in time with the pleasure her mouth was giving him. He began leaning back in the chair and his free hand moved to the top of her head. "I have an idea for tomorrow night, wife. I will give the details later."
 
"Can I stay here for a while?" She asked softly. Her voice was sleepy and tender.

She clung to him like a sleepy child.

"I just want to stay in your arms for a little while longer."

Ava closed her eyes and melted against him. Between his embrace and the warmth of the fire, she was soon sound asleep in his lap.
 
It wasn't exactly what Theodore Charles had in mind yet within moments of Ava falling asleep in his lap, he began nodding off as well. Sometime later he partially woke when he heard the door to the room open. One of the maids slipped in and before she left, she draped a quilt over the two of them.

He woke later when the quilt fell off of them and he looked down to se Ava waking as well. "We need food, wife. There is son making to do."
 
Ava stretched as she awakened in his arms.

"I am starving." She yawned. She wrapped herself in the quilt. "And I am cold, the fire has died."

Ava rang for the servants and told them to bring a platter for them.

It didn't take long before the maid arrived with steaming hot bread, slices of ham and hunks of cheese.
 
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