CHAPTER FOUR THE BRIDE
CHAPTER FOUR THE BRIDE MUST LEARN
Tatiana sat rigidly on the edge of the lavish four–poster bed she was meant to share with Roman on their wedding night. Her father paced before her, his face mottled with rage.
“Useless girl!” he thundered. “Roman confided he was less than satisfied with you after the
ceremony. You have failed your duty on the very first chance!”
Tatiana flushed, staring fixedly at the plush carpet. She wondered what could have gone wrong with the consummation at the cathedral. She thought she had done everything right. Yet apparently the fault for this unforeseen predicament lay solely with the bride in her father’s eyes.
“Please, Father, I tried my best to be a good and obedient wife,” she implored, her eyes downcast.
Lord Henri was unmoved. “Well, your best is unacceptable! If you cannot please your husband, you are worthless to this family.”
He drew breath for another tirade when the bedchamber door opened. Both turned in surprise as Roman entered.
“My dear father–in–law,” he said smoothly. “Might I have a private word with my bride?”
Lord Henri stammered, all bluster gone. “Of course, of course! I’ll leave you to it.” He bowed before departing.
Alone with her new husband, Tatiana braced for more criticism or even punishment. But Roman’s expression held no anger.
“My humble apologies, wife. I fear my conversation with your father may have distressed you.”
Tatiana searched his face warily. “There is no need to apologize, my lord. I am yours to deal with as you see fit.”
He turned and offered Tatiana his arm. “Come, I have something to show you.”
Confused but going along with it, Tatiana followed Roman through the twisty halls, their footsteps echoing. They stopped at an ordinary–looking door, and Roman motioned for her to go in. When she stepped inside, the room was dimly lit, and the air felt damp and heavy.
As her eyes got used to the faint light, weird shapes started showing up, making her uneasy. When she tried to step back, Roman held her tight. His words were meant to be calming, but they just made things tenser.
“Don’t worry, Tatiana,” he said in a calm voice. “Your penance will be light, and this will all be over sooner than you know it.” His grip and those mysterious words left her feeling uneasy.
With a tight grip, he led her further into the dim, musty room. The flickering light showed a space. filled with frightening tools and a cold, stone floor. She shook more as they walked toward a scary wall with ominous chains.
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Roman worked methodically to tie her up securely. It seemed he had lots of experience with this scary routine. The sound of the clinking chains echoed, making the room feel even more frightening. As the last knot was pulled tight, he stepped back, looking calmly at his work, while Tatiana’s eyes were wide, desperately begging for mercy.
Roman picked up a sharp knife off the floor and began to cut away at her clothes. Tatiana froze in place, daring not to flinch for fear of getting cut. Soon enough, she was naked, all her clothes in tatters on the cold stone floor.
Roman placed one hand at her throat, forcing her face upward so that she could look straight into his eyes. He tightened the grip, causing her to wheeze as she desperately tried to catch a breath. He eased a little and began to gently smack her across the face.
Tears streamed down her face, and she began to weep when Roman put a finger to his lips, shushing
her.
“Tatiana,” he said, moving her face upward again.
“Yes, my Lord?”
“Do you feel me? Do you sense my control?” He raked his hand into her hair and grabbed it forcefully.
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Who is your master?” he asked.
“You are my master…”
“Who is your owner, your master, your world?”
“You are, my Lord. I am nothing but your property, your toy, your slut to be used as you see fit.” Her answer ended in a barely discernible whisper.
“Do you trust me? Do you trust my use of you this evening? Do you give of yourself completely… without hesitation?”
“Without hesitation, my Lord,” she replied, her voice quivering and falling silent.
Gruffly, he grabbed her hair and pulled her face into his crotch, between the openings of his trousers. Intuitively, Tatiana knew what was coming next. She could feel the surge of his cock, which was throbbing and dribbling in anticipation of being pleasured.
She moved her hands toward him, steadying herself against his thighs. He pulled down his trousers to his ankles and then grabbed the nape of her neck.
“Can you feel the heat from my cock?”
“Yes, I can…”
“Then put the fire out.”
She began to lick his cock hungrily. His dickey waggled wildly from the force of her tongue, pushing it
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upwards and to the sides. Tatiana worked his shaft from its crown to its base, down to the balls, and then back along the underside, leaving a small trail of wetness as she went along.
Roman pushed in roughly; her eyes immediately opened wider, and her throat contracted involuntarily as she attempted to adjust to the change in rhythm, from sucking and licking on his dick to being fucked in the mouth.
He began slowly thrusting her aching cock into her mouth, and Tatiana would lap her tongue along the underside of it upon each withdrawal. He pulled his hand up from her neck, into her blond hair, and steadied her head; the thrusts became progressively more aggressive, and soon he was pumping himself beyond the entrance to her throat.
Tatiana began to gag, and her eyes widened even more as she tried to accept the increasingly harsh and deep punishment in her throat. Her eyes had begun to tear up. He fucked into her throat even more forcibly, and saliva began to push out of the sides of her mouth as he pushed in.
Her gagging became even more pronounced, and she pulled her face away several times. He responded by slowing the fuck, gently stroking her mouth, and dick–slapping her face. She accepted the change of rhythm, offering her face for him to bathe as one would with a face cloth.
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Again and again, he fucked her mouth until the saliva trail was dribbling down her breasts and onto her stomach. With his free hand, he grabbed her by the neck, tightening his grip.
In one thrust, he pushed the entire length of his cock into Tatiana. Her throat involuntarily spasmed as the crown of his dick pushed deeply into it. She held herself completely still, savoring the feeling of absolute submission.
Knowing her wind passage needed air, he pulled out. And he pushed right back in, again holding himself against her face. As he pulled back out this time, her eyes were blurry, tears ran down her face, and she gasped for air, coughing uncontrollably.
“One last time… can you handle it?”
“Yes, my Lord, I’ll try,” she cried, offering her face for the hard, wet, and still–throbbing cock. He pushed into her mouth again, making her remove her hand from it. She knew this push was going to be complete, forceful, and would last until she gagged. He grabbed her by the back of her head again. and pulled her face in, moving his cock forward and backward a couple of times.
after Without any warning, he released himself into her throat, holding her face in as spurt cum was deposited into her throat. Deep within her, the coughing and gagging forced him to withdraw. As he did, he moved his hand to the side of her face, caressing her face as she jerked at the chains, coughing and gasping for air.
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