It could feel like a punishment, he thought. Sometimes, for enjoyment, he would put things in her arsehole for punishment, but right now, he wanted to make love to her.
He cleared his throat, trying to sound reassuring when all he wanted to do was shove inside her. “A husband can make love to his wife here and there is no chance of conceiving a child from it.”
“Oh.” She gasped as he slid his fingers deeper still.
“But there is still sensation, a lot of it. There can be satisfaction. But as you said, it can be a bit uncomfortable at first. You have to be brave.”
Yes, his darling Rosalind would have to be brave, because he had to be inside her there, now. The way she sighed and tugged at the garter strings, and moved her hips…
He returned to the bowl of olive oil and rubbed a thin sheen over his cock. He added more to his fingers and pressed it to Rosalind’s opening. He should not be doing this. He must be mad, and yet… Why not make this part of their honeymoon? Why not introduce her to his vices, now that she was stuck with him for life?
“I’m going to make love to your arsehole now,” he told her. “It’s so secret, my love, you must never tell anyone. Do you promise?”
“Y-yes, my lord.”
“It will hurt a bit at first, so I’ll go slow. If you try to stay relaxed and accepting, it will all go well. It will feel very good and very tight and close, you understand?”
“Oh. Yes.”
She did not understand, could have no way of understanding, but soon she would know. He positioned his cock to her oiled opening and began to press inside. He’d stretched her a little with his fingers, but his throbbing, thick cock was another matter, and she made a small, distressed sound as the widest part of the tip breached her.
“Steady on,” he said, soothing her. “This is the hardest part. You’re doing very well.”
Her hands curled into fists in their ribbon bindings. She tensed her bottom, but he kissed the back of her neck and stayed inside her, letting her accustom to the pressure.
“There now,” he crooned. “You see? It’s already getting easier.”
“It’s so tight.”
“Yes, very tight. But very safe. I’m going to slide deeper so you can feel me all the way inside you.”
He proceeded with agonizing slowness and was rewarded by a loosening of the tension that gripped her. Even better, a relieved sigh.
“It’s better now?” he asked.
“Yes, a little.”
“I’ll go very slow and steady,” he promised.
Oh God, he would try. Somehow he’d manage, even though he was deep inside Rosalind and going deeper. She arched her hips, and he nearly lost his composure.
“It feels… Oh, it feels… I don’t know. There is so much pressure.”
“I’ll make it better,” he promised.
As the oil eased his way in and out of her tight hole, he reached beneath her with his other hand and stroked her pussy and her breasts. He caressed her sensitive hidden pearl, listening to her moans and sighs to discover the best ways to manipulate it for her pleasure. Engrossing himself in this task made it possible for him to be civil in his act of sodomy and not drive into her with animal intensity the way he wished to. No, not now. Not the first time.
He went slow, palming her, stroking her, then grasping her breasts and teasing her hard nipples. He took them between his fingertips and pinched them to feel her buck beneath him. In time, the slow eroticism of their joining became the entire point for him. How long could he draw it out? How heavily could he make her shudder by merely stroking her pussy? How hard could he pinch her rock-hard nipples before she cried out? After many long, hot, close minutes he felt her breath change and wondered that she could reach her satisfaction when he was buried so deep inside her, cleaving her open, but she did.
He pressed his fingers into her pussy and felt her contract there and in her arsehole simultaneously. She made a strangled sound of pleasure, straining against her bonds while trapped beneath him, utterly submissive to his invasion of her body.
It made the animal come out, made the madness surface, and he found himself driving into her with no couth at all, just fucking his genteel wife with abandon. Satisfaction came upon him like a thunderclap. The pleasure was so sharp, so intense, he felt insensible for several moments afterward. All he could do was cling to his bound partner, burying his face against her neck to muffle the savage sound that rose in his throat. There was that sound, and then the thought: I love you. I love you. I adore you beyond bearing.
After such bliss, he feared coming back to reality. Had he hurt her? Insulted her? Would she wish to flee from him as soon as she was untied?
“Rosalind,” he moaned softly, in love and torment.
Her soft, sweet voice rose from beneath him. “I see why it is such a secret. No one would believe it.”