Learning through the Night

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Learning through the Night

By Sbbe

(Stillbehindblueeyes (at) yahoo (dot) com)

Thanks to Zeb

I recommend you read his story before mine for background

(Thanks for the Wedding Night story and encouragement)

(http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/story.php?storyid=4001)

 

Amy sobbed into the gag as her husband rocked into her again. Her body throbbed from sexual tension, but more from the tight cuffs at her wrists and ankles. She could still taste the woman he’d given her to, the musky scent covering her face, forced into her nostrils and mouth.

She’d promised to be and do whatever he said but this had never even been a remote possibility. What had she agreed to? She gasped as his movements became more violent. She could see the deep concentration on his face above her as took her virginity.

 

The best man at their wedding Misha, had offered to show her the way to the honeymoon suite when Keane had been caught by an older relative. Keane had motioned her to go with a beautiful smile. He’d stroked her arm and then turned away.

“Who was that Misha?” she asked as they entered the elevator.

“Keane’s great uncle on his father’s side.” The man spoke tersely as he had every time they’d spoke.

“Is something wrong?” She could see he was surprised she was so blunt.

Misha shook his head, “No,” he turned back away full of anger.

“I love him Misha, I won’t hurt him.”

The dark angry laugh surprised her, “No, Amy, I’m sure you won’t.” He took her arm in his and shook his head. “I’m sure you won’t.”

Amy didn’t struggle against him as he led her to the door. He turned and looked down at her for a moment then spoke sincerely. “It’s not too late, if you turned and walked away I’d let you go.”

Amy smiled up at him, “Silly, I’m not afraid of Keane. I love him.”

Misha nodded and opened the door letting her walk in first. “Oh,” she said suddenly looking behind her. “Umm, he’s supposed to…”

Misha moved quickly and lifted her into his arms and carried her across the threshold.

The squeal didn’t surprise him, “Um Misha, you…”

“But I did.”

“You can put me down now.”

Amy was looking up at him a little alarmed. “Why Amy, I’m here to put you to bed.” Her face was more than slightly alarmed now. “I’m blood bonded to Keane, he’s my master. Tonight you’ll be blood bonded and you’ll be just as much his.” She squirmed in his arms. She was just a little bit of nothing. She could struggle for a week and not do more than arouse him but Keane realized that. “Now stop that Amy. Did you promise him to do all that he asked?”

Amy stopped suddenly and met his eyes. “Yes,” she whispered. Good she wasn’t stupid just uninformed. “He left you a note.”

She watched as he turned and saw the dozen red roses on the table just inside the opulent suite. He nodded and she reached out and took the little card lifting it. “Amy trust me, do exactly as Misha says. You promised. Your loving husband Keane.” It was his writing she glanced back up then down at the card.

“Ok,” she whispered.

Misha felt a tug in his heart, Keane, had won again. Even this delicate little female could feel the power in him.

Amy squealed as Misha swung her up, then gently set her on her feet. “First we need to get you washed. I want you to walk to the rug and wait for me. Face the mirror.

 She looked up and saw herself framed in the ornate full length mirror before her. “See how pretty, how fresh and innocent.” She glanced toward him, “No, look at yourself. Remember your old life, because it is gone now. You are now Mrs. Keane Von Serias, little Amy is gone, she’s your past.” She felt his hands on her back and flinched. The gentle caress made her want to turn but she kept her gaze on herself. She couldn’t even see him in the mirror the room was dark. A tight overhead spotlight illuminated her.

Amy felt the tightly tied corset bodice loosening, she’d argued with the dresser this morning who’d insisted it be cinched tightly. She sucked in a gasp as she realized Keane had instructed the woman. She tried to see Misha’s eyes in the mirror but he was just an indistinct figure. She met her own eyes again. Who was this man she’d married?

The dress falling away broke her from her trance. “Lift your right leg,” Misha’s hand dropped under hers supporting her. “Now your left.” He pulled the dress away, she lifted her free hand to cover herself. “No.”

The white lace slip barely concealed anything, her nipples pressed against the gossamer material. The garters holding up the white fishnet stockings peaked out under the hem. She felt her face flush. She felt the slip shift across her nipples and realized her entire body tingled. It frightened her.

Misha walked into the light behind her, his hands lightly touched her shoulders. “Do you see Amy the young woman, the budding business woman, the virgin?” His voice was mesmerizing. She nodded not even resisting as his hands skimmed her arms, moving her shielding hands to her side. “She’s gone, she gave up her life to be Mrs. Keane Von Serias.” She gasped as he reached in front of her and the lace ripped from her. Her bare breasts jiggled, she tried to lift her hands but he held them in his lace filled hands. “No, don’t hide her. Keane would be displeased, never hide his body from our gaze.”

Amy felt her eyes flutter as she looked between her gaze and his. “You…”

“No, shhh, it’s time to learn. Soon your husband will join you and you will learn what it means to surrender your will to him.” Slowly he shifted against her pressing her arms in with his as he reached around her again, holding her in a light embrace for a moment. He back away then walked around her leaving the lace to fall behind her. Amy swallowed as he knelt before her and reached out freeing the stockings from her garters. His hands were warm and gentle on her flesh. “Look in the mirror Amy.” His voice was gentle but firm. She saw him rolling the stocking down. She heard her breath coming in panting gasps until she stood completely nude before the kneeling man. “Look at her Amy. She’s never to be hidden before her husband or his orders.

 

The water in the shower would have been soothing if his hands hadn’t accompanied it. She found it difficult to keep her eyes open and her gaze on her face in the mirrored room. She hadn’t stopped trembling since she’d stepped in, and placed her hands on the bar suspended above the shower. The water trickled down from her neck avoiding her hair pinned up lightly. She heard the movement and realized Misha was following her in, and he was nude. “You…I…ca…”

“Shhh, you must be washed for your night of revelation.” He reached out taking the soap in his big hands she couldn’t stop looking at him. “Are you looking at Amy?” He asked with a chuckle behind his words. She didn’t answer but her eyes pulled up to meet her wide eyed innocent gaze. He hoped she wasn’t going to faint. “Take a deep breath and I’ll wash you.”

His hands moved to her shoulders, caressing, soaping, he didn’t spare her. She wiggled on her toes as his hands soaped her armpits. “No,” she said clearly as he lifted a razor to the almost smooth flesh.

“Yes, Amy, I’m preparing you for your husband, on your husband’s orders. Open your eyes back up and watch. Keane’s pleasure is always upper most in our minds. He wants you smooth and fresh.” Misha was glad the lightly drugged wine wasn’t wearing off yet, she was so skittish, but weren’t most virgins on their wedding night? He hoped Keane was enjoying the live video feed.

She struggled as he soaped her breasts bringing her large firm nipples to rock hard peaks. He held her firmly against his body and smiled she still held the bar above her head. She hadn’t even thought of disobeying. Keane would be enjoying this. He soaped her stomach letting his finger thrust in and out of her navel as she wiggled more making him ready to burst. He didn’t dare rock against her, not if Keane was watching. He soaped her mound and she lifted high on her toes her squeal was loud.

“Shhh, you have to be clean, lift your right leg to the seat,” he helped her comply and stroked long between her legs.

“No,” she gasped loudly.

“Yes,” he spoke firmly, “I’m going to shave you, you’re going to be very still.” She trembled in his arms violently. He hid his smile behind her head. He was going to enjoy his master having a wife.

 

Amy’s legs wouldn’t support her as she tried to walk from the shower. Misha wrapped her into the large warm towel and set her on the padded bench in the middle of the warm room. Again she was set in front of a mirror, again he chided her to see herself as new, different. The intensity was frightening. He brushed her hair till it sparkled against her skin. He lifted her slowly and walked her out of the warm room her naked body responded to the cool air. She looked down, her nipples were tight and large, protruding as if Misha’s fingers had rolled them again. She felt a blush over whelming her as they stopped at the bed.

“Crawl up and lay on your back.” She looked at the bed the covers turned down invitingly, then she saw the set of cuffs on the pillow.

“No,” she tried to run but Misha swept her up and firmly laid her on the bed. He held her with his nude body, slowly lifting her hands.

“He is our master Amy, submit and love him and your life will be full of passion. You promised.” Her body reacted as if he had slapped her and he quickly cuffed her delicate wrists tightly. He turned before she could recover her determination and lay across her legs. The cuffs were barely locked when she realized what was happening and began to fight again. He rolled over and chuckled. “It’s too late now Amy.” He walked to the end of the bed and began to pull. Her squeal sent a wave of desire through his body. He tightened her till she could barely wiggle and then stood and looked down at her. “Our master will be very pleased Amy. Only one adornment,” he walked around the bed and opened the bedside table. She watched as he lifted a black leather piece. Misha turned it, she still didn’t understand till he slowly lowered it over her face. The gag was horrid, she screamed but it allowed only a light mewing sound. Misha smiled the sound itself was enough to cause a severe tightening in his balls. “Enjoy your wedding night Amy. I’ll see you later.”

 

Amy felt her husband tensing his eyes shut and he moaned her name as he filled her with his seed. He dropped on her body and smiled against her hair. “Yes you’re wonderful.”

 

Chapter

 

The hair dryer started in the bathroom, a door opened to the side. Keane smiled as he rolled over and looked at Misha standing next to the bed setting a tray down on the bedside table. He took a handkerchief and looked at him. “She was a virgin, record it.” Keane enjoyed watching as Misha used the handkerchief to collect the blood from between her legs. Reverently Misha folded it and set it in a box.

Keane lifted his arms and folded them behind his bed watching as Misha lifted a warm washcloth. He met his eyes and Keane nodded once. Misha gently and reverently cleansed him, “I hope she’s pregnant Misha.”

“Yes master.”

“I’m not done with her, escort Michelle out. Make sure she gets a picture of her naughty behavior. I want her available if I choose.”

“Yes master.”

Keane turned onto his side and looked into the scared eyes of his young wife. “I watched Amy, before, you did well. All of it was recorded, you and Misha, and you and Michelle. Did you enjoy her attention?” He chuckled as she shook her head once then hesitated. “I won’t punish you for being honest Amy.”

She shook her head then nodded once. He chuckled, “I’ll explore that answer later.” His hand shifted down her body slowly then back up. “Your skin is so soft.” His fingers ran over her touching, caressing, tickling, fondling till she couldn’t help but wither under them. “Are you hungry for me Amy?” he leaned over her meeting her eyes. She nodded her head twice never dropping her eyes. He could see the fear still but the longing was clear. “Did you know my needs will always be more important to you than your own?” She didn’t know what to do.

He rolled her nipple between his fingers and she mewed behind the nasty gag. He pulled on her flesh and then let it fall away. She had very little play in the tight bondage. His fingers walked down her body to her damp crotch. He stroked her lightly running his fingers up and down repeatedly till she was mewing wildly behind the gag. “Beg me Amy. Beg me to fuck you again.” She made undistinguishable noises behind the gag. “Beg me Amy.” He twisted his wrist and slapped hard between her dripping legs. “Beg for more.” The mewing rose an octave but continued. “Do you love me Amy, do you love your husband?” She wildly nodded her head. “Will you offer me your life again, give me anything I want willingly?” Her head continued it’s bobbing. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead again. “Wonderful.”

Keane lifted his fingers and snapped them, he’d seen Misha escort the woman out earlier and knew he’d be waiting. “Free her legs Misha.” He leaned back over Amy and smiled. “No fighting, do just as you’re told.” She bobbed her head again and tried to glance around him. “No, Misha is invisible to you when you’re with me. I’m your husband your master, your life, your breath.” He reached up and pinched her nose.

He smiled as she squirmed, she finally nodded her head and he let her go. “Wonderful, you’re bright. Do you love me Amy?” she nodded violently and he chuckled.

“I’m done master.” Misha said waiting for instructions.

“A lubricant Misha, I’m going to delve into my wives dark secret place.”

“Yes master.”

Keane felt her tremble under his hand. “Do you understand Amy? I’m going to place my body inside your entrance of Sodom. It will hurt because you’re so small and tight. You will most likely bleed just as you did when I broke through your maidenhead. Do you willingly offer me your body Amy, to do with as I please?”

The fear in her eyes was intoxicating but she nodded her head clearly aware he could make her agree. “Misha prepare her,” he didn’t move his gaze from her. He didn’t need to, he knew Misha would do exactly what he asked quickly and proficiently. She squirmed as he fondled her nipples. He could hear both their breathing quicken. Misha desired her it was clear.

“Master, she’s ready.”

“Stay and watch Misha, sit at her head and hold her ankles, so she can relax,” he chuckled. Keane shifted away and knelt high above her for a moment looking down at her body. He crawled between her spread legs and lifted slowly letting her control her breathing. He pressed her feet toward her head. Misha took her ankles in his hand and held them finishing the descent. He fingered her clit for a moment then lowered and let his other hand start fingering her still damp and bloody slit. His seed mixed with her blood and lust. “Do you love me Amy?”

She nodded and he moved his body and pressed the head of his engorged cock at her rear entrance. “Do you want me to enter your anal passage Amy?” She shook her head and he frowned down at her. “Amy? Your life’s goal should be to please me, to make me happy. Do you want me to enter your anal passage?”

It was tentative, but she nodded, he smiled again. “Such an obedient wife I have Misha. She puts my wants and desires above her own.”

“Yes master as we all do.”

The thrust was brutal, she screamed as he laughed loudly reveling in the tight body surrounding him, as it bucked and squirmed under him. Misha held her tightly his eyes closed his body tattling on him as the bulge in his pants grew.

Keane mastered himself and held completely still till she calmed gasping in the gag. He leaned forward and took the gag in his hands. “Not a word wife and I’ll let you breath.” She nodded bobbing her head quickly. He rocked as she was freed and enjoyed the hearty gasp. “Wonderful.” He murmured holding his body under his will. “Move,” he murmured as he stopped. She tentatively shifted her hips. “More,” he ordered with a low growl. She sobbed as she rocked her hips. He lost all semblance of control plunging into her wildly for a number of strokes, then he filled her and fell forward.

“Misha,” he murmured and found himself lifted and rolled gently onto his back. A warm cloth followed as he relaxed completely and let him self fall into a deep satisfied sleep.

Misha looked at the quietly crying woman he cleaned her body with a warm cloth and then used another to wipe her face. He motioned silence, she nodded. He covered them both and left the room for his own.

 

Amy looked into the dark after Misha left and pulled a deep breath into her lungs. She was no longer alone, she was no longer herself she was Mrs. Keane Von Serias.

 

 

The End

 

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