Bill and Anne both heard the sound of Johnny’s truck pulling back behind the barn. She wanted to stop fucking right away and get dressed, but Bill knew that putting the truck away meant washing it first, and that was at least 20 minutes. He grinned down at his new wife and scooted up her body, kneeling over her head and preventing her from getting up by using his knees to pin her shoulders.

“Bill we have to get dressed and go downstairs!” she protested, but he grinned again and shook his head.

“You have to make me come first,” he told her, then pushed his cock into her mouth. Fellatio was foreplay for her, and something of a rarity for her, having only done it once before, years ago. “Suck it, Anne, make me come, and I’ll let you go downstairs for a bit.”

Fellatio was definitely not something that happened once intercourse had begun, in her mind. The very thought of what she was tasting made her stomach queasy. She already refused Bill in this once before they wed, and he had never asked it of her again. She felt dirty and defiled as he used her mouth like this, especially after they had already begun to make love.

This was only the third time she and Bill had made love, their marriage had been as spontaneous as their relationship had been intense. Once they had agreed to the marriage, they had both mutually abstained from any further sexual contact until the vows had been spoken and the “honeymoon” at Bill’s ranch had begun.

They both just fell in love at first sight, and all their mutual friends had been delighted at the match. All of them knew how unused she was to such vigorous sex as Bill was famous for, but she seemed to be shining all the brighter for it, so they discounted it. She was more than capable of defending herself.

None of them were aware of the marriage, yet, however. She and Bill had gone to a local Justice of the Peace instead of renting a church in the City, and kept the ceremony small, no friends, only officials. Just her and Bill and the Judge and his clerk with one other witness who happened to be in the room, awaiting his hearing for being drunk in public and inappropriate, lascivious behavior.

She and Bill had been consummating the marriage in his house, in his bed, while her daughter was out. Now she was back, and Anne wanted to stop. Bill, however, was firmly in control of her, easily using his greater strength and martial arts to overpower her. He was fucking her mouth like he owned it, even though it was virgin territory in their relationship.

He’d already reached climax with her once today, probably making her pregnant. He could tell he had one more shot, and he wanted to give it to her before she left his bed. He was going to establish this boundary in their marriage right here and now, stroking his cock right in her face as she grimaced and cried, pleading for him to let her go and stop this.

As he pulled it from her mouth, he could tell by her expression the she really didn’t like sucking on it, and decided to give her a choice, which would make her a much more willing cock-sucker in the future. He got her attention and looked her straight in the eye.

“When it’s time for Rebecca to learn all this, would you rather have me fuck her in the ass to protect her virginity, or would you rather be able to show her how to properly give me a blowjob?”

Anne froze under him, realizing the totality of her predicament, then, a long moment later, she voluntarily bent her head up and took him in her mouth. She grimaced at the taste, but she gamely began sucking on the head.

“Yes, that’s right, make this as enjoyable for me as you can. The faster I come, the less time you’ll have my cock in your mouth, right? Yeah, use your tongue like that, yeah, that will make me come really fast!”

It began jerking in her mouth, and spewed out enough that she choked on it, and had most of it down her cheeks and into her hair, pooled around her head on the pillow.

“Now we can go downstairs.” Bill said, helping her up. She tried to head for the bathroom to clean up, but Bill steered her toward the door. “Where ya going?”

“I need to get cleaned up, Bill I’m a mess!” she indicated all the come on her face and in her hair. Bill smiled and led her to the stairs as they heard the kids coming into kitchen through the side door.

“You look beautiful, Anne. You’re wearing my mark, so be proud of it. I’m showing you off to my son!”

“But Rebecca is going to see me like this, too!” she protested, sounding scandalized. Bill laughed in her face, and she quailed before his scornful smile that had no humor in it.

“Rebecca will look even more beautiful than you do with that on her. The pair of you together wearing my come is the fantasy I dream of every time I close my eyes,” he told her. “Can’t you imagine her, beside you, on her knees?”

Anne closed her eyes for a long moment. “She’s as naked as I am, and she’s sucking on your-” She opened her eyes and looked at her husband.

“She can’t have you! I love you! You’re mine!” she insisted, becoming strident and agitated. “Bill, we’re married! You can’t have my daughter!”

“You belong to me!” Bill reminded her. “You promised to obey, in sickness and in health. Do those words mean nothing to you?”

“They mean everything to me! But you are mine, too!” Anne said. “That was half of the vow we swore together.”

“You vowed to honor and obey.” Bill told her. “I vowed to cherish and protect.” She was looking at him in horror, realizing the truth of his words. They had each sworn separate vows, read from pieces of paper prepared by his lawyer.

A thought occurred to her, when she had gone to his lawyer’s office. She’d had to sign a couple pieces of paper that day. She’d demanded to read them first, and had been allowed to, but she was still required to sign. Even Rebecca had been required to sign a non-disclosure agreement, that day. The way Bill had begun treating her, she was beginning to understand why, and her heart began to break. What had she gotten herself into? What had she gotten Rebecca into?

“That pre-nup your lawyers made me sign. I remember a clause in there, where you could have more than one wife, but you would be my only husband.” Wonder came dawning into her eyes. “When do I get to meet these “other” wives? Is Rebecca one of them?”

“Not until our honeymoon is over, dear,” he said, grinning at her. “Right now, you’re plenty enough for me. Rebecca will come later. She’ll come to me all on her own, you’ll see.”

“What happened to the sweet, loving man who swept me off my feet last week, Bill? Why have you changed?” she asked, curling up and beginning to cry. “I wouldn’t suck it before we got married, that time you wanted me to, after our third date and the second time we made love.