Tying The Knot

Tying the Knot
Angelina Page

         "It's all locked up, forget it!" I peered into a dirty window of the old church. Thick dust covered the outside and I could just make out the simple wooden pews lined up inside.

         "Well of course it's locked up, this place was shut down who knows how many years ago."

         My fiancé shrugged the large back pack from his shoulder and onto the front steps of the shack-like chapel. I had begged him to look inside of the bag several times during the short hike but he refused, insisting it was a secret. The cool breeze blew my hair from my neck; I shivered slightly in the almost springtime air and placed a hand on my hip. Opening my mouth to point out the boards nailed to the doors, my jaw dropped as he pulled a crowbar from the bag.

         "Where the hell did you get that?"

         "I've had it for a while," he said nonchalantly.

         "Well I've never seen it before!"

         "Well, we've never needed to...uh, crow bar anything before,"
he flashed a smile at me. "Now we do." He jammed the metal rod in between creaking boards of ancient wood.  They cracked and snapped against his force, falling to the steps in large chunks.

         "This can't be legal." 

         "So call the police!" He shoved his shoulder against the exposed door. It buckled and flew open. Stumbling, Marcus managed to catch himself and laugh. I leaned down towards the backpack but he stopped me, grabbing it from the ground hurriedly. I let out a "Hmph!" and followed him inside, our footsteps echoing off of the forgotten walls.

         The inside of the church wasn't as dingy as I had expected; I suppose sealing it up with the windows shut had preserved it to an certain extent. I ran my hand along the edges of the pews while Marcus made his way to the front, placing the backpack down near an old crucifix. From it he pulled a blanket and spread it on the ground. I looked at him inquisitively as he got down on one knee, stretching his hand for me to take. I walked over, confusion in my face.
         
         "Will you be my blushing bride?"

         "I already said yes, you crazy thing," I replied, holding up my ringed hand. Marcus took it in his, kissing each finger delicately. I smiled and bit my lip, a arousing gesture that I knew he liked. He pulled me gently onto my knees next to him and kissed my lips, his warm tongue meeting mine. There was a mischievous look in his eyes, passionate and lustful.

         "So what are we doing here?"

         "You know, you are very impatient!" Marcus ran his hand down my back until he found my ass. He rubbed it through my thin pants, running his fingers over my panty line. He gave one cheek a sharp smack and I gasped.  A slap met the other one as well, then back and forth to each a few times. I moaned and pressed myself against him, shoving my tongue down his throat eagerly. He pulled away and looked directly into my eyes.

         "I love you, Angelina. Will you have me forever?"

         "Forever." I melted into his mouth again, but he stopped me. Reaching into the bag, he withdrew a few pieces of long, white rope.

         "What are those?" I reached for them but he grabbed my wrist. He tugged me and I lurched forward, putting my free hand down to catch myself. I ended up in doggie style position, my ass arched in obvious anticipation. Marcus maintained his grip on my wrist as he began spanking me hard and rhythmically; I became wet and my cries echoed through the church. Every few slaps he would stop to rub my pussy through the layers of fabric and I dampened them with my hot fluid. My sex tingled and quivered. He let go of my hand when he was done and I touched my burning bottom.

         "Undress yourself."

         I hesitated, watching him tug on the ropes.

         "Now."

         My nipples hardened when they hit the cool musky air. I was careful to pull my pants down slowly across my pink ass as we knelt on the blanket. I tossed all the clothing near the looming wooden crucifix, but Marcus retrieved my silk bikini panties from the pile and placed them near his bag.

         "These," he said, holding out the ropes, "are what I'm going to tie you up with. Your hands and your feet, your breasts and around that naughty ass," he paused to examine it, "which is sure to be redder by the end of the day."

         I bit my lip again and felt the heat in my pussy rush over my body. Touching my wrist I thought about the times Marcus would hold me down and fuck me however he wanted to; I would completely surrender myself to his whims and desires. Today would be like that, my body and mind his sweet plaything for whatever was on his wicked mind- but he'd have to work for it a little bit.

         When Marcus took my wrist again I fought playfully against him. I pulled away and turned my back on him;  he slapped my ass in firm, quick strokes and grabbed my arms. I struggled but it was useless against Marcus's strength and size. To my surprise the rope was soft like cotton or silk, not coarse as I had expected. He bound my hands together behind my back.

         When Marcus moved to my feet I kicked them wildly, receiving fast and fierce blows to my bottom for the insolence. I screamed out after each slap and wondered where the nearest neighbors were and if they would hear us. Finally I relented and he tied my ankles together. He also tied pieces of rope around my legs, the delicate place where the thighs and ass met. I was getting turned on to be at his mercy- what would he do to me? What would he make me do?

         Marcus removed his clothing and placed it with mine. I knelt before his naked body, my hands and feet restrained. His beautiful cock was already hard and I thought about how he would drive it into my helpless cunt. I held my tongue out, longing to take his member into my mouth. Warm and rigid, it glided across my tongue while I licked and sucked it. It grew even bigger as it went back and forth against my pouted lips. Marcus sent chills down my body when he grabbed my ponytail and shoved his big dick far down my throat. Again and again he pushed his rock hard shaft deep into my mouth, moaning in pleasure until I gagged on it, saliva dripping down my chin. With a sharp tug to my hair he withdrew.

         My breasts swelled and tingled as he laced the white rope around them; they seemed to balloon outward. I gyrated against the air as he slapped my blushing nipples and when I closed my eyes it seemed like every nerve of my body was alive and focused. Marcus pushed his colossal cock, wet with my spit through my bulging tits while he pinched my nipples, his touch alternating from delicate to vice-like. After a few minutes he pulled me to my feet.
         
         "The bonds of holy matrimony, my dear," Marcus whispered in my ear, his hot breath sending goose-bumps down my awakened flesh. He pushed me against the old crucifix, and I gasped when I realized what he was going to do.
         
         "I don't know Marcus, I-"

         "I thought you might protest. Do you trust me?"

         "Of course I do, but-"

         "You know the safety word. I'll still understand it with this in your mouth."

         "With wha-" before I could finish, Marcus shoved my little silky panties into my mouth. The aroma and taste of my own juices flowed into my throat. He gave my ass another few slaps as he undid my wrists from behind me. Putting my back to the crucifix, Marcus lifted my arms and tied them to each side of the outstretched cross. I had to stand on tiptoe and arch my body; if I slid down or struggled Marcus would slap my bound breasts until I gave muffled cries through the lingerie shoved in my mouth. He secured my ankles at the bottom and ran his strong hand up to my waiting pussy.

         Marcus pushed through my thighs and into my tight twat with his fingers. With my legs bound together I could neither open them nor move them to cover my wet cunt. His middle finger slid up and down the length of my lips, my sore ass ached as it rubbed against the creamy old wood of the cross. After circling my swollen clit a few times, he drove his long, muscular fingers into my drenched love hole. From deep inside me warmth spread over my body, waves of pleasure so powerful I was afraid to give in to it. My tongue involuntarily lapped against the panties, filling my mouth with my own taste. He withdrew his cum covered hand and licked each finger clean.

         I looked up at the church ceiling, imagining what the scene would look like to an observer. My bound body, tied to a crucifix with panties in my mouth, being touched, tormented and turned on. They'd probably think we were Satanists! The idea of someone seeing me like that, supremely vulnerable, defenseless, horny, drove me crazy. It wracked my mind, scared me, sent shivers through my flesh, made me moan through the fabric in my mouth and squirm against my restraints. I felt Marcus's body press against mine and I looked into his smoldering eyes.

         His cock felt enormous sliding over my legs, past my slippery lips, working it's way into my pussy which was pressed tightly by my position. Marcus worked his dick in slowly and deliberately, pushing every inch of himself into me. I know it's an old cliché, but I couldn't help but feel like a virgin again in that moment. I moaned and Marcus wrapped his arms around my torso, kissing my sensitive breasts and neck.

         "I love you." He whispered. It was such a tender moment, I nearly forgot that I was tied up to cross in an church we had broken into. Marcus's member moved out of me and I felt incomplete. I begged through the panties for him to put his dick back inside.
         
         "You want me to fuck you, Angelina?"

         I looked up at him with wide eyes and nodded my head.

         "Hard?"
         
         I nodded again and he slid back into my desperate sex. Bracing himself against the crucifix, Marcus began thrusting in and out of me. My body rose and fell with his, my wrists against the rope restricting and releasing in rhythm, my breasts bouncing against his chest. Now and then he'd lean back to give a swift slap to my diamond hard nipples. Again and again his cock slammed into me, each time seeming harder and deeper than the last.The church was filled with wet sex noises, moans, slaps and muffled screaming.  The warmth, intensified to fire, returned in  my pussy and danced over my ecstatic flesh.

         Marcus was breathing heavily into my neck and mumbling; "Oh God, Fuck yes, Baby, you are so beautiful." Time lost meaning as my body turned hot. Marcus took the panties from my mouth and replaced them with his lips, shoving his tongue inside me. The combination of his cock and tongue penetrating me was too much to bare and my body tensed up. The warmth in me exploded and I came, convulsing against the crucifix and crying out. My pussy felt like it was flooded with cum and I released it all over Marcus's driving dick. Reaching his peak, Marcus withdrew his cock and covered my body in a sprays of thick semen.

         After untying me, Marcus laid me gently on the blanket. He reached into the backpack and I was anxious for a moment- what else could he have in that bag of tricks? It was a small bottle of body oil and he poured some into his palm. Softly he smoothed the oil over my body, stroking it into the rope lines that streaked my skin. It felt slightly painful in a relieving way, like rubbing your scalp after it's been in a hat all day. As I watched him work the oil into me, I felt such an indescribable love for the man I would soon call my husband. One thing was for sure-he gave me a new perspective on tying the knot.