Chapter 4

"Look at yourself, Jane-there you are, tied, naked, helpless!"

Clark grinned hugely. 'There's nothing you can stop me from doing. You are totally in my power. You can consider yourself my lovely captive."

"Chained and vulnerable as you are, your neurotic fears won't be able to take control of you, and prevent you from being made love to."

"I am in control of you now. I am your husband, lord, and master."

Jane realized that his words were true. Whatever hold he had over his servants, they would not lift a finger to protect her.

She stopped thrashing against her chains. That was useless-they were made for the very purpose of holding down reluctant struggling victims.

Jane wondered how many other females had occupied the very position he now held in this bed-chained down for the pleasure of Clark Crossland.

Jane thought of Adrian. Had that brunette witch been bound and sexually used? It was hard to imagine, since Adrian seemed so dominant.

But Clark was even more dominant, and he might well have done it to her. After all these chains which were bolted to the bed weren't there just for show.

And what of Sherry, the maid with the light brown hair and petite figure?

In her mind's eye, Jane visualized Sherry being bound on the bed. But then, that little minx wouldn't need to be tied down. It was so obvious that she worshipped Clark, and would do anything for him.

Tears formed in Jane's eyes as she realized the extent of her predicament. Clark sat down on the bed beside her. He put his finger on her cheek, and scooped up a teardrop. He licked the tear off his finger, smacking his lips.

His hands were gentle as he pushed her strands of golden hair off her forehead.

"Don't worry, Jane. I know that this is all new and frightening to you, but you'll be amazed by how quickly you'll get used to it."

Jane blinked back more tears as he caressed her cheeks tenderly.

"I haven't forgotten that you're a virgin, dear-my virgin bride. But this is the last night-the last hour-of your maidenhood."

"When I'm done with you, Jane, you'll be a real woman, not a girl."

"Strange that a beauty like you has stayed a virgin for so long! I promise you that I'll be gentle. If I thought you could do it alone, I'd take off your chains."

"But I know that you can't. You need help to overcome your problem. And I'm here to give you that help, dearest."

"If it's any consolation, just remind yourself that I'm forcing you, and that there isn't a thing in the world you can do to stop me."

Jane closed her eyes. Tears leaked out from under the lids. Clark kissed each of them, the tears wetting his lips.

Then he started kissing her all over her body.

At first, Jane kept her eyes shut. Her body was cold, rigid.

Clark pushed her hair to one side. Jane squirmed in her bonds as his soft warm breath tickled the inside of her ear.

Clark extended his tongue, and licked the ridges inside her ear.

Jane squirmed. Her ear was sensitive, and his lickings were very stimulating.

Clark took her ear lobe between his strong, even white teeth. The chain links rattled softly as Jane squirmed while he nibbled her lobe.

He kissed her long, swan-like neck, licking it from time to time.

Jane's breasts were bound so rope strands crossed over the tops of them, and just below the undersides. No ropes actually touched her soft breasts.

Clark fondled her smooth white shoulders. His tongue licked wet lines along the elegant curves of her shoulders.

He worked his way down to her naked bosom. His hands were soft and gentle on her breasts, touching them lightly, softly, stimulatingly.

Her breasts were white mounds of flesh rising from her torso. The nipples were flat buttons surrounded by neat round roseates.

Her nipples tingled as his hot breath played over them. Clark puckered his lips and planted sensual kisses on the naked nipples.

Since she was tied down and helpless to resist him, Jane had feared that he would violently attack her, punishing and hurting her.

She was most pleasantly surprised by his tenderness. A tender rapist-that was something new! And the rapist was her husband!

Could a husband actually rape his wife? He could force her, yes, but was it rape? Jane knew that not even the highest courts in the land had been able to settle that question to anyone's satisfaction.

Clark was a gentle rapist, true-but so far, he had done nothing more than kiss her breasts and lick the nipples.

She doubted that penetration would be so playfully gentle.

Clark extended his tongue and licked her nipples. Her nipples felt incredibly sensitive, much more so than she was normally used to.

As he kissed them, the nipples puckered, stiffened, and became erect.

The flat pink buttons which were the nipples became stiff points of flesh, jutting from the soft, shaking hillocks of white warm flesh.

Even with her eyes closed, Jane felt the nipples hardening. It was humiliating, and Jane tried to will them down into their unerect state.

It was useless. Even as she tried to think the nipples back into their flat state, Clark's licking kisses made them harder than ever.

Her hard nipples were glistening with his saliva, and felt more sensitive than ever. Clark covered her breasts with hot, loving kisses.

He took her nipple between the smooth wet insides of his lips, and gently sucked it, flicking his tongue across the throbbing button.

Her nipple tingled. That electric sensation rippled through her quivering breast, and shot through the rest of her body.

She could even feel that tingling inside her pussy.

Jane didn't know what that meant. It frightened her, that lack of control in her body that made her respond to Clark.

Frightened her, yes, but excited her, too.

Jane began to feel the faintest glimmerings of hope. Left to herself and her own devices, she knew she would never overcome her fear of physical love.

But she was not alone-Clark was here. He was her husband, and he was determined to make her come alive, and react as a bride should.

His hands were on her bosom. He gently squeezed and kneaded the soft masses of flesh with their hard nipples.

He cupped them in his palms, letting the excess bosom flesh spill over the edges of his hands. He lifted them, weighing them.

The breasts jiggled and rippled as he released them. The mattress gave as he swung his legs up on the big bed.

He knelt between her spread legs. His hair fell across her wet breasts, caressing them as he moved his head down, kissing her tummy.

Her tummy was flat and trim. It was sucked hollow as she breathed slowly and deeply. Her breasts rose and fell.

Clark licked her tummy. She had a round, concave navel. He stuck out his tongue and licked a wet line around it.

Jane squirmed and sighed. She chewed the wadded panties which filled her mouth. Saliva soaked them through and through.

Her nostrils flared and she gasped as Clark dipped his tongue tip into her navel.

Her naked pussy lips quivered. Jane opened her eyes.

Clark was on his knees, with his long strong legs folded under him. His hands rested lightly on her smooth, soft inner thighs.

He saw her looking at him. He winked at her. Then he kissed her pussy.

Her pussy was a thin-lipped pink slit, mostly covered by her pubic bush, which was fleecy and full and a few shades darker than the hair on her head.

He pressed his puckered lips against her sensitive pussy lips.

Jane wasn't ready for the powerful, the overwhelming sensations which shot through her from that long, lingering, loving kiss.

It was too overwhelming. Jane was frightened by the wave of heat which rose up from her pussy as he continued the sensual kiss.

Timid virgin which she was Jane never had her pussy kissed before. She felt like her entire being was concentrated in her pink-lipped sex.

She squirmed and thrashed, trying to pull her hips away from his hot wet mouth, not because it was hurting her, but because it felt so very intense.

Clark pinned her hips down on the mattress, holding her pussy prisoner for his lips and tongue. Now he brought his tongue fully into play.

Jane's pussy lips were wet with the saliva which his hot kisses had smeared on them. Now, Clark ran his tongue along her pussy.

The pussy lips quivered and rippled as the tongue glided over them.

Jane was sweating now, not the cold sweat of fear, but the good healthy sweat of sexual arousal. Her nipples throbbed in response.

Clark was licking and loving her pussy. His mouth was wet. His breath on her labia was stimulating, and his tongue was driving her wild.

He nuzzled her bush, rubbing his chin and cheeks against the silken, glossy pussy hairs, his breath rustling through them.

He moved his mouth back down her pussy, and dipped his tongue into her.

Jane gasped and wriggled as the tongue burrowed deep into her.

She was wet inside her slit. Moisture, the juices of arousal, dripped from the slippery pink walls of her membranes.

Clark's tongue was a live, limber, licking thing as it rolled along her pussy walls, lapping up the juices, swallowing them down.

New things were happening to Jane strange, powerful sensations which she had never known before. The intensity of them was alarming.

Clark tasted her juices on his tongue. She tasted fresh and sweet. A soft, musky fragrance rose up from her pussy, filling his nostrils.

He lifted his face from her pussy. His mouth, nose, and chin were wet. Jane's pink pussylips and her brown bush were matted with his saliva.

"You're wet inside, Jane," he grinned. "I knew this was just what you needed, lover! Now, you'd better hold on tight and get ready for some really wild thrills!"

Jane's stomach knotted in fear, since she thought that he meant that he was going to penetrate her pussy with his penis.

The fear of his massive rod of flesh temporarily brushed aside the hot pleasure which his lips and tongue had been putting into her.

But he did not mount her to take her virginity-at least, not yet.

Instead, he once more lowered his face to her pussy. He pressed his tongue tip against her pussy lips and licked upward along the slit.

His tongue snaked under her labia, and wrapped itself around her clitoris.

Jane's frenzied erotic thrashings told him that his efforts were right on the button. And that's what her clitoris was-a pulsing pink button of flesh.

Jane's breasts jiggled wildly as she writhed from the tonguing. Nothing had prepared her for pleasure like this!

Clark slacked off. He played his tongue tip lightly, gently across her clitoris almost teasingly, slowly pushing his tongue back and forth. Jane's deep blue eyes were wide open now open and staring, but seeing nothing.

Never before had she known pleasure like this. Her pussy was a humid, steamy mass of feverish heat, the inside of it dripping with moisture.

The center of that heat, the flashpoint, was her throbbing clitoris, which pulsed and quivered under the steady licking of the tongue.

That erotic heat rose up inside her, billowing into her belly. Her nipples felt like a matched pair of beating hearts.

Haze filled her head. Jane felt feverish, swept away. All her old inhibitions, her fears, were melting away as her body was filled with liquid pleasure.

Her nostrils widened as she filled her heaving lungs with breath after breath of cool air. She moaned horn behind her gag.

Her hips shook. Reflexively, by instinct, Jane began to rock her hips in response to the surging rhythms of Clark's tongue.

Moaning, she lifted her sweat-soaked buttocks off the mattress lifting her pussy to meet his mouth, grinding it against him.

This pleased Clark. Sweet Jane would be a priceless pearl indeed, once he had mastered her, and she had mastered her fear of sex.

She was making a good first effort. It thrilled Clark to realize that no man but he had ever mouthed her perfect pussy.

Her perfect virgin pussy. He would be the first, in all ways.

His mouth pressed her quivering pussy. He could tell from the contractions of it that her climax was just a few seconds away.

His puckered lips pressed her throbbing nipple. Jane shrieked with excitement behind her gag as his lips gently sucked her nipple between them.

She arched her back, lifting her buttocks clear off the bed's satin sheets. Her nipples were stiff and swollen to twice their normal size.

She ground her pussy against his eager mouth. Still holding her clitoris between his lips, he flicked his tongue tip across it.

That did it-the tonguing was the stimulus which pushed her into orgasm.

Jane was shivering and shaking like a high-voltage current was zapping her. Sweat rolled off her quivering body, spattering in fat drops on the white satin sheets.

Her eyes squeezed shut. The scarf which held the panty gag in her mouth had fallen down, and she breathed through the corners of her mouth.

Her lovely face was red, sweating, wild-eyed. Her features were compressed and contorted by the force of the orgasm which shook her.

This was not her first orgasm. Even so inhibited a girl as Jane needed some relief and release from time to time.

Sometimes, when her sexual tension threatened to overpower her, she would masturbate with her hand, bringing her pussy to orgasm.

Inevitably, after her masturbatory sessions were over, she would feel thouroughly ashamed of the weakness which caused her to give in to that sexual urge.

This was different-what she did to her pussy with her fingers was nothing compared to what Clark's mouth had done to her.

A fireball rose up from her pussy, flooding her with erotic heat. She felt like she was being melted away, a leaf in a blast furnace.

Clark gripped her hips. Sweat made them slippery. His fingers pressed into the soft flesh, holding her pussy in place against his mouth.

Jane's eyes rolled up in her head so that only the eyeballs showed.

Too much pleasure would be too intense. The human body can only stand so much ecstasy, before that ecstasy becomes painful.

Clark lifted his mouth from her pussy, and let her bottom fall to the bed.

Jane tossed her head from side to side on the mattress, writhing in the pure abandon of the orgasm which shook her like dice in a cup.

Clark knelt between her chained legs. Her long legs were rigid, every muscle beneath the satin-smooth skin standing out in bold relief.

He smacked his lips savoring the taste of her on his tongue.

Jane writhed and shivered in mindless ecstasy for a moment. Clark crawled up along the bed and pulled the gag from her mouth.

The knotted scarf hung down around her neck. Her panties were saturated with saliva. Clark dropped them on the night table.

Her mouth now free, Jane sucked in great gulping gasps of fresh air. She wailed and whimpered from the pleasure which shook her.

Clark moved up and sat by her head. He lifted it, cradling it in his lap. He fondled her hair and caressed her moaning face.

It was a moment before Jane's eyes flickered open. She looked dazed and confused, as though she had forgotten where she was.

She whimpered, "I never felt anything like that-never!"

"This is only the beginning, Jane. We haven't even started yet."

He kissed her open mouth. Her warm sweet breath filled his lungs. He thrust his tongue deep, probing her mouth, tasting it.

His tongue glided insinuatingly into her mouth. He rubbed her tongue with his.

After a moment, Jane kissed him back.

There was real fire in her kiss-she was starting to come alive. Her sensual awakening had begun. Once started, there would be no stopping it.

After a while, Clark broke off the kiss. His bride was red-faced and moaning, saliva glimmering on her beestung red lips.

"That was so good," she whispered fiercely, "so very, very GOOD!!!"

He kissed her some more. "That's yourself that you taste in my mouth, Jane."

Jane could not blush-her face was already burning a bright red from the heated exertions of having her pussy mouthed to a shattering climax.

But she lowered her eyes demurely, and shyly looked away.

"Don't be ashamed," Clark said. "You taste delicious!"

Jane murmured, "This is all so strange-so different! But I love it!"

"Your mouth was made for kisses, Jane, and so was your pussy. Now, sit up for a moment dear-I want to take some of these ropes off."

He put his arm behind her neck, and lifted her to a sitting position. The cuffs and chains kept her legs spread wide open.

Her pussy lips, normally soft pink in color, now glowed a deep, burning shade of rose-red from the prolonged bout of oral love.

Jane closed her eyes and leaned against him-but not before she caught a glimpse of the bulging erection in the crotch of his leather pants.

She shivered as she thought of that big, long, hard rod of flesh. She was surprised to feel his fingers plucking open the knots of her ropes.

He untied the ropes which pinned her arms to her sides. The now-loose strands of rope fell off her flesh. Clark dropped them on the floor.

There were red indented grooves on her arms and torso from where the ropes had cut into her soft flesh. Clark kissed and licked them.

Jane asked shyly, "Won't you untie my hands, too, please?"

"No-not yet." He kissed her some more, on her open mouth, on the rounded swelling tops of her breasts, and on her shoulders.

He said, "The night is still young, Jane, and we've both got a long way to go. It's best that you stay in bondage for a while."

"I suppose you know best," she sighed, nestling close to him.

"I do."

He hugged and kissed her. He planted kisses on her nipples which were still hard and throbbing, and so sensitive that she squirmed with arousal.

Clark gently eased her down on her back. Jane's arms were bound in front of her, with her hands resting over her crotch.

Half-fearfully, half-eagerly, she whispered, "What are you going to do to me?"

"I'm going to finish what I started, Jane. I'm going to change you from a girl to a real woman-my woman. Are you afraid?"

"You know that I am," she shyly confessed. "Even after what you just did."

"After I ate your pussy, you mean?" Clark laughed. "Jane, we're now man and wife, and we're in the privacy of the bedroom. You can say that I ate your pussy, or anything else believe me, I won't be shocked."

"I know, she whispered. "It's just that I'm not even used to thinking about things like like having my pussy eaten-much less saying it out loud."

"You did fine just now, lover."

"Am I your lover, Clark?"

"You will be." As he looked down at his beautiful bound blonde bride, his voice rasped huskily with desire.

He fondled her breasts, which were wet with sweat and saliva from kisses. Jane moaned softly as his skilled fingers stroked and stimulated her.

Clark took hold of her bound hands, guiding them to his lap. He rested them on his crotch. Jane gasped, her eyes widening.

She could feel his hardness. It would have been impossible not to feel it, since he was in a state of raging arousal, with an erection to match his condition.

His stiff penis stood straight up, thrusting against the crotch of the leather pants. It looked like a piece of pipe tucked in the pants.

And felt like one, too, as Jane discovered as her husband pressed her long fingers against his erection, so that they traced out the size of the stiff member.

It throbbed at her soft, shy touch. Clark squirmed restlessly.

Jane whispered, "It feels so big! Will it will it hurt me very much?!"

He kissed her some more. "I'll be honest with you, Jane-there will be some pain, for an instant, when I take you for the first time."

She gave a little cry, and shut her eyes tightly.

He continued, "But it will only hurt for an instant, and then it will never bother you again. You'll be a real woman, able to love and make love. I promise you that I'll be gentle, Jane. Do you believe me?"

"Yes." Jane shivered. Then she said, in a voice so soft and small that he could hardly hear it, "I-I'm ready now. Take me, and make me your woman!"