2 AM.
Staring at the ceiling, on my bed. The sleep just won’t come.
Hours earlier, my husband, Danny, had come home exhausted once again. I cuddled with him on the sofa after preparing his favourite meal. I recorded a romantic movie to get both of us in the mood. It has been more than a month since he pleasured me, I was really looking forward to it tonight.
Alas, his reply remained the same as it was since weeks ago: “I’m burned, honey. Not tonight.”
I forced a smile, he cupped my cheek and pecked me lightly. We climbed onto the bed and he was asleep within moments, while I continue to ponder on what is becoming of my marriage.
*Thud*… A soft one.
The sound almost made me jump, from outside. Danny was oblivious to it all, his dreams far too sweet.
*Tap…tap…tap*
Am I dreaming or are those footsteps I’m hearing? Is somebody… inside our house?
Slowly, I pulled the door open and took a peek.
A pair of dark eyes stared back at me. A face fully covered in a maroon balaclava.
Even before I could jump in fear, he pushed the door open and clamped my mouth tightly. A machete was placed on my neck, and he whispered: “Shhhh…”
He pushed me to the wall, the blade felt cold on my skin.
“Be quiet, and don’t you dare move without my permission. Do you comprehend?”
I nodded… slowly.
He lifted the blade and silently walked towards my husband, still deep within the land of his dreams.
A tight slap landed on Danny’s cheeks, and the burglar’s hands clamped his mouth shut. The machete was now on my husband’s neck.
“Get up, or I’d slit your throat in front of your wife.”
The half dazed Danny complied, as if in a trance. The burglar held him in a chokehold from behind while carefully pushing him outside.
“Now you stay right where you are, sweetie pie, or this would be the last time you see your husband breathing.”
I should be crying, but I did not. Once again, I only nodded. My eyes never once leaving the burglar.
Both men went out of the room and the burglar shut the door behind him.
In a moment that felt like an eternity, I just sat on the floor, staring blankly. I heard the sound of grunts, of soft voices, but I am yet to comprehend what is happening.
The room door opened again, the masked man walked in.
“On your feet, sweetie.”
I place one hand on the wall, leaning against it for support as I slowly rise.
The burglar put his hand around my shoulder and roughly press my body against his.
“Take a look outside.” He whispered while lightly shoving me from behind.
In the darkness that surrounds the entire house, I could barely see my husband tied to the chair. His hands were bound behind him, tight ropes were coiling around both his arms. A towel was wrapped around his mouth, and he let out a loud “MMMPHHHH” upon seeing my face.
“He won’t be bothering us now, honey.” Came the voice from behind me.
“Please, take whatever you want, but leave both of us unhurt.” For the first time tonight, I found my voice.
“No one would be hurt tonight, my sweet lady. And… I am indeed gonna take what I came for.” His eyes locking into mine, and he didn’t need to say anything further.
He kicked the door shut once again and pushed me to the bed. The machete once again shining in front of my eyes.
“Now, I’m giving you two options. You could adhere to my every word, and let me have what I want. Or… I could cut you open AND THEN take what I want from you. Which would it be?”
“Don’t… please don’t hurt me…”
He moved closer and sat beside me. “I do not plan to do that, honey.” His whisper was a sharp contrast to his threatening tone just seconds earlier.
“Take off your clothes, honey.”
I shut my eyes, and slowly lift up the blue singlet I was wearing.
Slowly, he cupped both my tits in his strong hands.
“Beautiful…” He then moved one hand to my panties. “Off with this too.”
I pulled them down.
For the first time since my marriage 2 years ago, I am alone and naked in a room with another man.
He moved behind me, and groped from behind.
As he took a whiff of my neck, he whispered: “I can’t take any risks here, honey. I’m gonna have to tie you up.”
“No… that won’t be necessary. I… I won’t resist.”
“Words are wind… but a secured woman is a surety.”
He pushed me down and climbed on top of me, pinning me down with his body weight.
He had carried a bag, which I did not notice earlier. He pulled out a pair of ropes, white coloured, and began binding my arms on the bedposts.
“These are cotton, it won’t burn through your skin.”
I nodded my acceptance.
He made me try to move my arms once he completed his task, the binds were tight.
He pinched my nipples, lightly, yet firmly while looking at me, dead in the eye.
“Uhhhh….” I let out a soft moan.
“Looks like you have a loud voice, don’t you honey? Are you gonna scream?”
“No… no I won’t…”
“I do not believe you, honey.” With that, he took out another item from his bag. A pink hand towel. He folded them in place and wrapped it around my mouth.
I am now completely bound and gagged. I could see the satisfaction in his eyes, as he started to undress himself and once again climb on top of me.
“Now, honey, I want you to let your imaginations run wild. I want you to imagine, that this is the first night of us as newlyweds. I am your husband now, not the asshole sitting outside. I want you to look me deep in the eye, and never once break eye contact as I fuck you. Look at me in the eye as I fuck you, my wife, do you understand?”
I nodded my acceptance.
He began by gently putting my right nipple in his mouth. This is a rough, burly man, yet his lips were incredibly soft. He sucked on my nipple with a strong, yet gentle force. His right hand moved to lightly pinch my left nipple. I could feel my moan being built up behind the tight gag surrounding my mouth.
He sucked on my right nipple. His hands now no longer pinching, but passionately groping my breast.
Even my husband never treated me this way… I thought in the middle of my building pleasure.
With my arms dangling from the bindings, he pushed them further up. And, he buried his nose in my armpit. He took a deep whiff and slowly began licking them.
“Even your armpits are sweet…” He said while smiling.
I am fully wet, he is fully erect.
“I’m going to enter you now, my wife.”
I must have nodded way too passionately.
As he parted my legs, and his hard, rock solid dick entered me, I am truly glad that he gagged me tight, for I screamed, loud. It was such pure ecstasy, one that I have not tasted for a long, long time. He was way harder and longer than my husband, this is what pure pleasure is made of.
He thrusted slowly, and began to build up speed. He is definitely older than me, in fact, he’s probably not young, yet his stamina and intensity is far better than any men I have ever been with. I move my hips to meet his every thrust, and true to my word, I never once broke eye contact as he fucked me.
As I sense he is about to cum, I stretch my arms as far as I could, fighting against the bindings. All I want to do is to tease his nipples, so that he would have a powerful orgasm. He took notice of my efforts, and moved his body closer so that I could touch him.
He thrusts at maximum speed now, both of us are drenched in sweat. He’s holding both my thighs tightly as they were placed on his shoulders, while I never stopped teasing his nipples.
I fully realise he fucked me without a condom, and he is going to fully shoot his load inside of me, unprotected. But I do not care. I shall gladly carry his seeds inside of me, if this is the pleasure that he brings.
And with one final thrust, he exploded deep inside of me. Again, and again, and again. His juicy, white semen came gushing out of my vagina, flowing freely.
He collapsed on top of me, exhausted.
He stretched his arms out to unbind my arms, and he pulled down the towel that gagged me.
He grabbed both of my cheeks, and kissed me on the lips. Deeply. With both my hands free, I held his head and pushed him to kiss me deeper.
This man raped me, but I am now kissing him, passionately.
I do not care, I want him, he wants me. This is pure ecstasy. This is happiness for me.
As he lied down beside me, we started to talk.
“You were totally worth it.” His voice now much softer than when he broke in.
“Why me?” Curiosity overwhelmed me.
“I have always had my eyes on you. Knew you were married, yet I can’t tell myself to let you slip away.”
“I did enjoy every single moment… but you did… rape me, you know?”
“That I did.”
“Do you… want more of that?”
His eyes widened in disbelief. “I’d be an idiot to say no.”
“If you take me away, I’d let you rape me every night, to your heart’s content.”
“Take… you… away?”
I nodded. “Can you?”
“Let’s go, wife.”
“But, let’s do it my way. Here’s what I suggest…”
After putting on our clothes, we both stepped out of the room. I was once again bound and gagged, with the rapist holding me from behind.
He stopped in front of Danny who is still tightly bound. It was clear he tried to struggle his way out, yet to no avail.
“I’m taking your wife with me. And I have your phone tracked and bugged. Should you dare report this to the cops, it’d be the last time you ever see her.”
It was Danny’s turn to have his eyed widen in disbelief.
The rapist took off my gag, and pushed me beside Danny.
“Honey, it’s alright, he assured me he will keep me safe. Please, just do as he says, and he shall return me to you within a week or so. Please, for my sake, do not report this to anybody, ok?”
Danny remained silent and only stared deeply at me.
The rapist walked closer to us, his hand now holding a piece of cloth.
“Listen here, Danny, he is going to shove that cloth onto your face. You will inhale the chloroform, and you will be knocked out. But he will release your bindings, and you’d be free once you regain consciousness. He has given me permission to keep my phone and text you from time to time. He would surely turn off every single tracking device in it, iCloud or whatnot, so do not even think of looking for me. I will return to you soon, as long as you don’t do anything stupid, you understand?”
Danny finally nodded.
The rapist shoved the chloroform soaked cloth onto Danny’s face and held it in place until he passed out.
The moment Danny’s head fell, I pulled the rapist close to me, ripped off his mask and stared at his face for the first time.
I kissed him. Deep. Our tongues danced with each other.
“Take me away, husband.” I said while looking at him lovingly in the eyes.
Exactly one week later, I sent Danny a picture of my simple wedding to the new husband, and I am fulfilled.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/bzo7tk/i_married_my_rapist_bondage_nc_mf