She bowed over and shielded her face with her hands, whimpering softly while Rod paced angrily before her. His long half limp cock swayed like a meaty pendulum, dark and crusted from the ass reaming he'd just given her.
"Rod, please… don't hit me. I… I just can't help it when I get horny and you aren't around."
"Yeah? Well you'd better still be horny," he said. "I'm going to tame that kid-crazy cunt of yours once and for all!" He circled, behind her and Laura winced, thinking she might get hit again.
Instead she heard a soft hissing sound. "What are you doing?" she asked, too fearful to turn around.
"I'm getting a hunk of rope off one of the boxes you and that teenaged cunt-fucker brought in."
"Rope? Why a rope?"
"To tie your fucking hands… so you can't fiddle with my balls or do any other damn thing to maker me cum before I'm Goddamned good and ready!"
She felt Rod loop the rope around one wrist and pull it behind her back. Then he grabbed the other arm and wrenched it behind her. The rope burned when he cinched it tight and knotted it securely.
"That hurts!" Laura whined. Her wrists felt raw and her shoulders strained from the pull of the rope. The biting pain brought tears to her eyes. But with that, deep inside, she felt a strange raw feeling of excitement. Rod had never been so angry or so forceful before.
He stepped before her and snarled, "Did you suck his hot young cock?"
Laura shook her head although she knew it was pointless to lie. Rod could read her like a book. "Don't lie to me you bitching fucker! You sucked his big prick, I know damn well you did!"
"All right, yes! I sucked his young cock and I fucking loved it. I'd suck it again if he was here. I'd gargle his hot jism and spit it in your face!"
Rod trembled in silent fury. She was taunting him, he knew that. But Laura didn't know what a dangerous game she was playing. His cock had swelled harder than an oak limb, with pulsing blue veins. Having his wife's arms tied behind her gave Rod a swelling sense of power. Too often, Laura tried to take command. She was a manipulator, and a good one. No more. "You're a slave," Rod said. "MY slave. My fucking COCKSLAVE!"
"Yes, Rod," she answered meekly. It seemed too dangerous to taunt him further. With the mounting tension of excitement, Laura also felt dull pangs of fear. Her whole body trembled, arms bound cruelly behind her back.
"See this?" Rod asked. He waved his blood gorged cock before her widening eyes. "That's COCK. MY cock. And you're going to suck it, slut. You're going to suck it good!"
"Sure, honey… anything you say."
A large mirror leaned against the wall at the foot of the bed. Later, when the house was set up, it would hang above their dresser. Now it gave Rod a perfect side view of his throbbing cock and his wife, with arms bound and lips reaching to suck him in.
Laura glanced sideways at the scene, first at herself tied and trembling, then at Rod's massive hard-on swollen with lusty rage. Seeing it, seeing herself in the mirror, somehow seemed less threatening, like watching an X-rated film. But the rope and the pain that sprang from it were real. In this film, Laura knew that she would be the star.
Rod curled his fingers in her long hair and jerked her head straight to face him. "You want to look? Look at this!" He flogged the thick shaft of his cock with one tightly curved hand. Its crimson knob bulged full and glowed with burning warmth. He swayed it side-to-side with his frantic pounding, slapping his hand against his hairy loins. Laura swayed with it like a timid bird hypnotized by a snake.
"Suck!" Rod said. That broke the spell. He freed his lusty cock and gripped soft handfuls of silky black hair on both sides of her head.
"Aaaahhhh!" Laura gasped. She felt trapped. Cold pulses of fear and the hot flush of surging desire throbbed together from her racing heart.
Rod eased forward and pulled her head to meet the cum slit of his cockhead.
Laura's lips spread in a tight "O". Her tongue flicked out to the crusty flake of silver dried beneath his slit. Wet by her tongue, it began to flow. She could taste it, salty and bittersweet. "Hhhmmmm!"
She forgot the pain sparking from her wrists and circled the swollen ridge of Rod's cockhead. Her arms pulled against the biting rope. She wanted to pump his long prick, but she could not move.
Laura dipped forward, but Rod snapped her head back. "Not yet!" he insisted. "Do just the head first. Suck it good and lick it clean!"
"Hhhmmmmm… hhhmmm," she purred obediently. What else could she do? The fists balled tightly in the hair below her ears were like lumps of stone.
She could move her eyes, and she grabbed a quick sideward glance at their obscene performance in the mirror. She could see Rod only from the waist down, strong muscles bulging in his legs, his cock out stiff and strong as a steel beam.
"Mmmmmxnhhhh," Laura sang in her throat as she swallowed his pulsing red cockhead. "Eeeeyyyhhhh!" His prick had the sharp, stinging taste of moldy cheese. Laura's tongue recoiled.
"I said, suck!" And Rod pulled her head forward until she had no choice but to sample the pungent flavor of his hot prick.
"Uuuuummmmm!" Her tongue did a fearful dance, touching lightly and swiftly moving on. The tangy flavor of ass-dipped prick burned in her throat. "Yyyyuuuummmm," she gurgled warmly. The bitter taste excited her now.
"You like it, don't you?" Rod asked. He could feel her craving when her lips rolled in hard sucking waves. Then he pulled her hair and wrenched her constricted lips off his ruby bright knob.
The powerful suction broke with a smacking sound. Laura's lips quivered, begging silently for more. "Look at it!" he commanded her. "Check the mirror so you can see it all! I want you to remember what it looks like when it's all shoved down your throat!"
She gazed at the power of his heaving cock reflected clearly in the glass… half with gnawing hunger, half with nagging fear. Rod had never bound or tried to restrain her before. The sensation was completely new. Laura's dark eyes deepened in thought. This could be the wildest, most thrilling moment she'd ever shared with him, or it could be the most painful and horrifying. At that moment, she didn't know which.
"Show's over!" Rod barked. "Now it's time to eat!" He yanked on her hair and guided her quaking lips back to his waling cock. But this time he didn't stop with just the cockhead.
He dragged her forward with slow, steady force, filling her mouth with his hot prick. The straining, blood-swollen knob rammed the back of her mouth. Her tongue tubed like a trough to hold him from below, and she could feel waves of energy throbbing in his cum tube. They rolled in hot dry ripples, emanating from his prick.
Laura half choked from the grinding thrusts that hammered the back of her mouth. Each gasping breath she took burned her lungs with the steaming scent of hot cock. Laura felt dizzy from lack of breath and from the swirling rushes of excitement.
"More?" Rod asked, taunting her as she had often taunted him.
"Yyyyaaaa." Laura could not speak. She could barely wiggle her tongue. Her whole mouth was rammed full of cock, and Rod kept pressing in more. He pulled down roughly on the hair at the back of her head, straightening the path ahead. She felt her throat begin to strain and smolder from the burning force of his hot cock.
"Gggrrruuuuugh!" Laura began to gag. Jerking spasms shook the damp walls of her throat. The clinging pulses only flamed him with more intense desire. Rod pressed harder and pulled on her hair until her lips mashed flat in his furry pad of prick hair.
"Now suck, you miserable bitch! Suck my cock until you choke!" He pumped his hips and jerked her head back and forth and savagely fucked her gaping mouth.
Laura uttered a guttural cry, but the sound stayed trapped inside. Her tits swelled and trembled, red nipples burning from the strain. Her cunt pulsed with jealous waves. And her ass still tingled from the brutal reaming of his thick prick.