A/N: This story contains sexually explicit content, including bondage, that not all readers will be comfortable with.
"That sure was nice" Curly settled onto his back, his hands behind his head.
"Sure was" Laurey pressed herself against him, her head against his chest. Making love to him was nice, it was very nice. He didn't rake his hands over her body, he didn't whisper dirty things in her ear, he didn't make her feel scared. But there were a lot of other things he didn't do either.
"Hey, Curly" Laurey rolled onto her side, unwilling to face her husband "you're awful good with that rope, aren't you?"
"Well, yeah. Best in the Territory–um, state, probably."
"Could you ever use the rope for…other things? Or just cows?"
He made a scoffing sound that told her everything she needed to know. "What are you talkin' about?"
"Well, it's just that I–I heard that some men…um…tie up girls, for fun. You know, when they're…in bed."
"Where'd you hear a crazy thing like that?" she cringed at the judgment in his voice and tried to think of an obvious culprit.
"Ado Annie told me."
"Phew" he exhaled sharply, "Now, that girl, she's–I mean, any girl who'd want a thing like that would have to be crazy, I reckon."
"Yeah, I reckon."
Laurey bit her lip and stared at the wall. A girl who wanted that sure would have to be real crazy.
Two Years Earlier
"God damn it, Laurey!" Jud sat up, rubbing the sides of his neck "can't you keep your legs open?"
"I'm sorry" she covered the mouth to cover her inadvertent, anxious laughter. "I'm so sorry, it's just–it felt so good, that I just wasn't thinkin' and it was like an instinct, and I'm…I'm sorry"
He lay on his side next to her, and she settled onto her back, disappointed that he wasn't going to continue, and wary about what he was going to do next.
She'd hated being in the smokehouse with him at first, always finding an excuse to leave after they were done, but she had grown used to it eventually. Outside, in the sunlight, his harsh voice and seemingly perpetual scowl made him stand out. No matter how many hours he spent working on the farm, he never seemed to thrive on it, like some boys who always seemed happy to wander around outdoors. And in the farmhouse with her and Aunt Eller, his gruff demeanor seemingly had no place in their cheery dining room. But when Jud was in the smokehouse, he made more sense to her, as though the small building was necessary to him. Against the backdrop of his things strewn around, his dirty pictures, and the pervasive darkness, nothing about him seemed strange any longer. She was different there too. In the darkness with him, she wanted different things, all the things Jud whispered to her, pressed up against her on the narrow bed. If he said any of those things to her outside, she would have slapped him, had him fired, but there in the smokehouse, they seemed so thrilling, seemed like things she'd want just as much as he did.
Ought to buy a camera of my own and take pictures of you with your legs spread wide open like that.
Take you to a whorehouse one day, pay some pretty girl to kiss you all over while I'd watch. I sure would enjoy seein' that.
Gonna marry you, Laurey Williams. Make enough money for someone else to do all the farm work, so I can be with you all the time. Stay up late makin' love to you every single night, then we'd sleep in till noon every day.
Unsurprisingly, it didn't take him long to come up with another of his ideas.
"I used to know this whore" he began slowly running his hand down Laurey's body, "back in Missouri. Used to charge a little extra to let men tie her up."
"Oh" distracted by the movement of his hand, her mind slowly turned over the implications of what he was suggesting. "So, she was just lyin' there all helpless and you could do whatever you wanted to her?"
"That was the idea. Couldn't try to choke a man with her legs when he was just doin' her a favor." He laughed, the harsh sound making her flinch.
"That sounds…hmmm." He gently drummed his fingers against her lower belly–she knew what he was doing, trying to make her feel good so she'd agree. But she wouldn't give in that easily. Especially not to such a ridiculous, bizarre idea. "I just don't know, Jud. It sounds frightening"
He kissed the side of her neck, "I'll keep you safe, Laurey. Wouldn't let anything happen to you. You know how much I love you."
"Umm" he moved his hand back up to her breast and brushed his thumb over her nipple. She felt herself give in, the way they both knew she would. "Oh, um, okay, Jud. We can–we can try that."
"All right, then" He gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, then got up from the bed and grabbed a few lengths of rope. He started with her hands, tying her wrists to the bedposts while he straddled her. The ropes bit into her, and the bedpost suddenly seemed so immovable, so permanent. Then he moved to her feet, knotting a rope around her ankle, pulling the rope taut, then tying the other end around the bedpost. He did the same to her other ankle so that her legs were spread wide open.
"Got such a pretty cunt, Miss Laurey."
"Umm, thank you?" she winced with humiliation. That was one of the many new words he had taught her, and it was one she still hadn't gotten used to.
He stood over her, admiring his handiwork, admiring her. Immediately, she tensed up. She felt raw and exposed, unable to even cross her legs to cover herself. Even the way he was looking at her seemed different. Normally when they were together, their bodies were pressed close against each other so he could only focus on her a little at a time, whatever part of her he was touching or kissing. But now, splayed out on his bed, her whole body–her whole being–was offered up to him. He was always strong enough to overpower her, they both knew it, but now any illusion of control or dignity she had was gone.
"What are you gonna do?" she whispered.
"Gonna do all the things that make you feel good. Could do a lot more if I felt like it, but" he tore his eyes away from her body and looked into her eyes "I don't wanna hurt you"
"I don't know if–"
"Just relax, Laurey" he got on top of her and kissed her lips softly–as softly as a man like him could kiss a trussed-up girl.
His mouth traveled down her neck, slobbering, wet, open-mouthed kisses. She hated the way he kissed her, how it always felt like he was claiming her, and how good it made her feel when he did. Hated how she never wanted to be kissed any other way or by anyone else. Hated how whenever he kissed her like that, it seemed the only words her mouth was able to form were "Yes, Jud". She hated the way he knew how to make her own body betray her, make her feel things she didn't want to feel. And he could make her feel so good.
Instinctively, she tried to grab for his hair, like she always did, whimpering in frustration at the ropes holding her back. Without being able to touch him back, she seemed to feel everything so much more, feel every little jolt that he sent through her body. Her toes were already curling when his lips were between her breasts. He took one of her breasts in his hand, and the other he took in his mouth. His warm, wet tongue flicked her nipple back and forth, teasing her to the point of desperation. She gasped and turned her head from side to side–the only freedom of movement she was allowed.
"You like this, Miss Laurey?" Then before she could answer, he reached down with his other hand pressed against that spot between her legs. That spot that felt so sensitive and exposed. "I can tell you do. Already so damn wet for me."
"Jud, please" her voice was a pathetic whine as he kissed and sucked on her nipple. She desperately needed some release. "Please, just…keep touching me down there"
He laughed–that particular laugh of his that always meant he was going to put her through some kind of wonderful torture. "Don't wanna finish too quickly, do you, Miss Laurey?" he moved his hand away and put it on her waist.
"No, please, it really–it's too much; I can't stand it."
"I reckon you can stand a little more."
She groaned as he licked his fingers and took her nipple in his mouth again, this time using his wet fingertips to pinch and play with her other nipple. She found herself instinctively and obscenely gyrating her hips, making him laugh again.
"Wonder how much money I could make if I just opened that door and started selling tickets."
"Wh-what?"
"Sure. Charge a dime to let people look at you. Charge two dollars to let them fuck you. Bet every man for miles would line up to fuck pretty little Laurey Williams."
"Mmmm…don't be disgusting" she gasped as the throbbing in her core only intensified at the thought of what he was saying.
"You'd like that, though, wouldn't you? Like havin' everybody see you, know what a whore you are. 'Cuz you know, Miss Laurey, only a dirty little whore'd let herself get tied up like this. You know that, don't you?"
She nodded.
"But I wouldn't want anyone else to have you. Like knowin' you belong to me."
He lightly kissed her nipple, then kissed his way down her body, finally stopping at…she closed her eyes and turned her head, preparing herself for what she knew was going to happen.
"Want me to make you come?"
She nodded again.
"Say it."
"Yes, Jud, I want you to make me come. I really– I need you to make me come."
In her heightened state, the feel of his breath alone was enough to make her whimper. So, when he delicately nudged his tongue against her, she writhed and pulled against her restraints. It was like nothing she'd ever felt before, as though her whole self was encapsulated in that tiny part of her he could manipulate so easily with his tongue and his lips. He began driving his tongue against her, sucking, kissing, licking her, making her scream over and over, the pleasure becoming so unbearable it felt more like pain.
When he was done, they realized simultaneously that she had been crying. Not from pain or sadness, but from the sheer feeling of it all. The overwhelming, all-consuming feeling.
"Jesus, are you all right, Laurey? I'm sorry if that was–"
"No, it was fine, I just need to…" she sniffled "can you untie me?"
He obliged her immediately, and she curled into a ball. She felt even more naked, even more vulnerable than she had when he first tied her up. The tears continued streaming down her face so fast and hard that it was pointless to dry them, and her cunt felt so wet, so disgustingly wet. It was like he'd stripped her of everything, and there was nothing left but the filthy wetness.
"What can I do, Laurey? What d'you want me to do?"
She needed him close to her. Needed something to anchor her. "Maybe" she whimpered "you can hold me? But don't–don't touch me. D'you… know what I mean?"
"Yeah, of course" he pressed his chest against her back and took her hands in his, careful not to touch anywhere else.. She shifted uncomfortably. "Is that okay? Tell me if that's okay."
She wanted the warmth of him against her, but still couldn't bear the feel of his skin against hers, still so exposed. So, she reached her hand down, grabbed his shirt from the floor, and pulled it on. It smelled of dirt and sweat, but she didn't mind. They settled back against each other, his warm body comforting her more than words ever could.
"I think that's okay" she murmured.
"Good. Stay like this as long as you need."
Eventually, she felt her composure return, felt herself come back.
"Hey, Jud?"
"Hmm?"
"Can we do that again sometime?"
He laughed and pressed her closer to him. "Sure, Miss Laurey."
