Camping in Mirkwood

I had only been a few weeks since I had brought Awein back to Mirkwood. Only whispering a few words she had quietly adjusted to the fact that she was mine now.
My father had thrown a feast in her honor welcoming her as his daughter. The marriage ceremony had gone quickly enough. She knew the consequences now of denying a son of Mirkwood what they wanted. So did her family.
“My lord.” My thought were interrupted by the elf in front of me. It was Greylin. “She has returned from the gardens.’
“Thank you.” I replied hastily turning towards her chambers. She still hadn’t learned to obey. I had left this morning with the understanding that she was to stay and wait till I was done with meeting with my father. I quickly entered slamming the door behind me.
She looked up as I entered the room.

"Give me your hands," I said. She stiffened and slowly raised her hands to me. She was still uncertain of what was going on as I tied them together with her robe string and pulled her to her feet. She opened her mouth to say something, appearing confused. I removed my tunic and threw it aside and raised her arms up over her head, "lift your arms," I commanded at the same time. She complied, somewhat bewildered and I attached her to the ring at the top of the bed post. She had to stand on her tiptoes.

"What did I do?" she asked tears pouring from her eyes.

She turned her head and looked over her shoulder at me. "You were told to wait for me, not to go walking in my gardens." I said, "this will be the last time you disobey."
“I didn’t think you would mind, my lord. I was only walking. Just for some fresh air.” She whimpered.

"Did you speak with anyone?" I asked as I slowly removed her clothing. I grabbed a handful of her long black hair and turned her face away from me, so she couldn't see what was coming.
"I only spoke with Halican. He was just asking me if I was enjoying the weather my lord. Nothing more." she said, a little panic in her voice now, sensing the seriousness of it. I swung my hand letting land on the bare cheek of her ass. She cried out so loudly I thought the whole kingdom would hear.
I placed one hand over her mouth, "be quiet," I whispered in her ear, "don't make it any worse. My wife will be faithful to me. I have Greylin watching you at all times." Then I started to paddle her hard. She squirmed under each blow, trying to get away, her protests muffled by my hand, Her head shook, long black hair falling across her cheeks and face, wet with perspiration already. I watched the firm skin ripple and counted the blows, coming swiftly now, ten, fifteen, twenty, at thirty I stopped, keeping my hand over her mouth as she continued to moan, her breathing frantic at first, then slowing, swallowing, finally, the moans were low and quiet.

"I won't do it again," she said quietly, "I've learned my lesson."

"You will learn your lesson," I told her. "But we're far from done here."

This was a lesson that I didn't want her to forget. She realized that I meant to treat her even more cruelly and tried to cry out, shaking her head rapidly from side to side. I smiled and licked the salty tears from her face.
"There's nothing you can do now," I said, "I have absolute control." You are mine. You will learn how to be a dutiful wife.”
My initial goal had been nothing more than punishment, to teach her a lesson. But seeing her there, with the look of fear in her eyes and her arms above her head, her hands, clenching the cloth to ease the strain on her arms, filled me with passion. I slowly reached up and felt her breasts. They were surprisingly warm and firm as I slid my hands over them, feeling her nipples harden. Suddenly, it was all I could do to keep my hands off them. She'd turned her head to look away from me, her eyes at the floor, resigned to being powerless, she could only accept what came, the inevitable. My hands slid down from her breasts to the curve of her waist, so smooth, it felt indescribably right.
My hands were free to caress the entire length of her body; pushing between her thighs, her waist, up along her back. I was overpowered by the feeling, by my need to touch her, by my desire for her. I ran my fingers up through her hair, across her face, down across her breasts, occasionally brushing or flicking them and hearing her cry out. Down then, between her legs, the fingers of my right hand feeling her wet, touching her soft clit, now getting larger beneath my touch. With my left hand, I caressed the curve of her ass, her back, then pressing myself against her, both hands now between her legs. Her head had slumped down, eyes rolled back and she began to moan loudly. It was like this every time. She would fight it but there’s was always pleasure when I took her. She would come willingly to me eventually.

I licked her full lips and unhitched her from the bedpost. She sighed as her stiff arms came down past her shoulders. Her hands had turned purple.
"Bend over the bed," I instructed and she obeyed. I pushed her feet apart, spreading her legs. "Now touch your clit," I said, but her fingers were motionless. I grabbed her face ad turned it towards mine. "Do it!" I commanded. She could see the threat in my eyes and her fingers started moving, exploring, first one, then two, fingers on her left hand disappearing inside her while the other hand gripped the skin of her labia, pulling it, caressing it. I spanked her again. Each blow brought a moan who's motivation I could not discern -- pleasure? or pain? Her ass was a field of red, a hundred impressions of my hand on top of another. Her fingers moved quickly now and I was overcome by my own lust. I stopped spanking her and my own hands went frantically to my leggings, I pulled out my rock hard cock which she had always found slightly too large to be comfortable. I couldn't hold back any longer, pressing it up against her, her fingers reaching out, stroking it. As I pushed inside her, she gasped loudly and I began to fuck her, slowly, then with increasing force, her body shook on the bed and I plunged deeper, my body slapping up against hers, sending waves across her skin.

After long minutes, I felt her start to come beneath me, by now, screaming, her fingers moving frantically. I felt a rush and I was exploding inside her, cum gushing from my cock in a seemingly never ending flow, again and again I pumped inside her until I was completely spent. Her fingers dropped away, and all the rigidness went from her body, her eyes closed and I lay heavily on top of her.

“Now do you understand, my wife?” I sneered as I pulled my leggings back up and untying her hands. she turned to look at me through glossy eyes.

“I did nothing to deserve this. I know you don’t really think I did anything. I would have been dead.”

“No.” I whispered close to her ear. “Greylin reported nothing. I just wanted you to remember who it is you belong to.”

She moaned as I relieved her of my weight and seated myself across the room. She reached for the sheet on the bed covering herself.

“I will never belong to you.” She spat. “not completely anyways.”

“I have everything of you that I want.” I laughed as she hung her head defeated. I poured a glass of the sweet mead that was laid out for me. I drank heavily of the liquid as I watched as she ready herself for evening meal. It was a pitty her father was such a stubborn man. I had wanted her from the first time I laid eyes on her. My father had sent me as an emissary two years past. I had came upon her in a field with her hand maids picking flowers.
I hadn’t stopped to speak with her. But I new who she was.
“I’ve had more gowns ordered for you.” I called to her as she pulled the gown over her head. I hated that horrible red dress. I think that was the reason why she wore it so often.

“I don’t need anymore. I have a dozen I have not worn yet.” She half whispered smoothing the material of her gown.

“Well, they’ve been ordered.” I sighed to myself. I filled my glass once more cursing the fact there was none left.