Chained Wife✔️

Chapter 5

Colts P.O.V

I leave my wife to consider her punishment as I make my way up the stairs. Why is she putting up such a battle with me? I'm sure she loves me as much as I love her. I only wish to provide her with a happy life. She is not required to work; all she needs to do is stay at home, clean, cook, and care for our future children. After all, what woman wouldn't want that?

I enter our bathroom and jump into the shower; I'm in desperate need of a shower. I couldn't stop cumming in my pants because her body felt so amazing against mine. I was enthralled by her reaction to my fingers and tongue against and within her body. Just thinking about it makes my cock hurt all over again.

I can't wait till tonight to finally consummate our marriage. I've always behaved like a gentleman in front of her. We wanted to wait until we got married, so I arranged for that to happen. We waited, and now it's finally time for me to put my dick as far as it can go into my wife.

As I enter inside the shower once the water has been turned on, I can't help but think back to the sensation of sliding my finger inside her firm virgin pussy. She felt so tight, god it was almost impossible for me to hold back from sliding into her wet tight hole.

My dick was begging for it.

I grab my dick and stroke it slowly up and down for a few minutes until I'm groaning her name while I cum hard imagining that I'm shooting my cum deep inside of her. I can't seem to stop myself from doing this. I lean my back against the wall and think about how beautiful my wife was. Strapped to that wall, learning her lesson. She even called me husband.

ABBYS P.O.V

As I gently open my eyes, I realize that I am still experiencing this nightmare. Even though I don't know how it happened, I must have fallen asleep. My back is on fire and it hurts like hell. When I thought about what he had done to me down here, I immediately started crying. I need to go take a shower. I feel disgusting. On my back, butt, and legs, I can sense a tingling sensation that is probably blood from the cuts sliding down my body.

After pressing my cheek against the stone once again, I make another attempt to pull at the chains, but nothing happens. Even while I want to keep trying, I simply do not have the strength to do so. The only other choice I have is to wait for him.

A short while later, I hear the sound of heavy footsteps going down the stairs down to the basement. My hands, wrists, and ankles are finally starting to feel raw, and my arms and legs have started to go numb.

"Have you learned your lesson wife?" He asked as he approaches. "Will you obey your husband now?"

While I try to think of what to say while closing my eyes, I realize that I just want this to be over with, and since I don't have any other option, I'll just have to be nice and say what I'm sure he wants me to say.

"Y-yes, h-husband," I mumbled, while trying to preserve as much composure as possible in my voice so as not to aggravate him any further.

"That's good, now tell me that you love me, and that you're sorry for the way your words have made your spouse feel."

"I'm sorry that I offended you, and I want you to know that I love you very much," I stifle the urge to throw up even as I mutter those words.

I can feel it in my stomach.

That is my wonderful wife. You are aware that I have your best interests in mind at all times, aren't you?" He asks me this as he finally begins to remove the chains that have been shackling me to the wall.

When he finally releases his grip on my legs, I feel them giving out as I start to fall to the ground; however, my kidnapper catches me, picks me up bridal style, and carries me up the stairs.

I tried to avoid being in his arms at all costs, but due following two reasons dont even fight him this time. One is that I am aware that I am unable to walk at this time since both of my legs feel numb. And the second reason is that I'm terrified of making him angry, I'm terrified of receiving yet another punishment, and I'm terrified of that damned bullwhip.

As he ascends the stairs and walks us up another flight of stairs and then into a bedroom, the rapid beating of my heart inside my chest begins, and then he proceeds into the bathroom, where he starts the water running in the bathtub.

Fuck. I was scared he was going to bring me to bed for more lessons.

As he begins to remove the destroyed garments from my body, he positions me on the toilet, which is a good thing because I have an overwhelming need to pee. When I sit on the cold, hard seat, which is making the deep cuts hurt, I can't help but let a few tears fall down my face. My ass cheeks are stinging, and the deep cuts hurt.

He makes his way back to me and picks me up before placing me carefully in the bath tub. Yes, of course, the jerk is trying to seem considerate by going to the cupboard that is located above the sink and removing some ointment.

Before he starts rubbing the foul-smelling stuff all over my back, he informs me, "This will help with the cut's wife." He then proceeds to rub the stuff into my back. What exactly is this stuff? Even though it doesn't look like an actual tube of ointment that you would buy from a store, at least it works! The cuts are already starting to hurt less after applying it.

As he rubs my back, I close my eyes and pull my legs up to my chest tightly so as not to expose my lady parts. At the same time, I do my best not to throw up inside of this tub.