She sat silently at the foot of the long table. The dining hall rang with the clatter of cutlery against plate, the chattering voices of the noble guests, and the whispered words of servants moving to and fro. The noise was of little note to her. Her ruby-red lips parted softly as she raised the crystal goblet to her lips, a sip no more. She must keep a straight head she knew. Her dark eyes, lustrous in the flickering candlelight, were drawn to the head of the table where he sat. His gaze caught hers and she tensed. Her betrothed.
He continued to rub her softly, caressing her heated flesh as her body settled against the mattress. She stretched like a cat with a soft, deep sigh. Her body had taken on a rosy hue that was lovely to behold. Daveon sat back and admired his intended wife.
As the pleasure receded she drifted slowly back into reality to find him watching her closely. The blush that spread across her face made him laugh. She shifted uncomfortably, moving to pull up the coverlet and cover her nakedness.
"Do not cover yourself," he ordered.
"Lord Daveon, please!" Her voice was a wounded thing, filled with her embarrassment and shame.
"No, little one. Be proud of your beauty. It pleases me."
Her flesh prickled into goose bumps as she dropped her gaze to the coverlet. She didn't know what to do with her hands so she clutched them fretfully across her softly rounded belly.
"You want to please me, don't you pet?" He touched her cheek, directing her to face him.
She licked her lips nervously, a gesture he found endearing. "I am embarrassed, my lord," she whispered softly. She didn't think she could blush any harder.
"I know pet, but you are beautiful in your embarrassment. This also pleases me." He gave her a wicked smile.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax, but how could she, sitting here completely nude. Oh no, her nipples were getting hard. She squeezed her eyes shut, flushing even hotter. She felt a warm hand caressing the globes of her breasts and she whimpered softly.
Daveon knew he needed to leave. His cock was throbbing hotly against his thigh. His balls ached with the need to pierce her to the core. He wanted to wait until they were wed. A gesture of respect for his bride. She was just delectable, blushing and biting her lip. Wanting his touch and fearing her reactions all at the same time. He wanted to ravish the little wench. He plucked lightly at her nipples causing them to stiffen further. Her breath came in sharp little gasps as her body tensed.
"We will be married on the morrow, my sweet blushing pet," he announced.
Her answering gasp made him smile.
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The cathedral was filled with people. All the noble families of Sarcova gathered to witness the wedding of Lord Daveon Karrick to his bride. Simone stood with an air of false bravado. Her knees trembled beneath the heavy satin train of her bridal gown. It was all so sudden! But he looked so handsome in his slate gray velvet doublet. His dark hair, pulled back in a queue, only served to sharpen the planes of his face. How could she go from hating him one day to such desire for him the next? His pale blue gaze sought hers across the droning voice of the priest. He gave her a knowing smile. She blushed hotly and gazed at her feet.
He was definitely wicked. She could not get last night’s pleasure out of her mind.
But he hadn't hurt her in anyway. Was that such a bad thing? To feel that good?
She suddenly found herself looking forward to the evening. Her cheeks coloured prettily and she glanced up at him again. He was watching her. He always seemed to be watching her. She found herself smiling sweetly at him. He was an easy man to smile at. The warmth that spread through her loins made her want to moan. Oh god, not here in the church, she fretted. Somehow she had to forget last night. She had to forget about this tall, handsome man standing so close beside her.
Soon enough the ceremony was over, the priest declaring them husband and wife before the realm. He quickly led her down the isle to the waiting carriage as well-wishers called to them from all sides.
"How do you feel, my little wife?"
She felt her tummy flutter as he whispered softly in her ear.
"I'm nervous, my lord." Her hands clenched in the fabric of her gown as she raised her eyes to meet his. The carriage was starting to pull away from the cathedral, the breeze catching tendrils of her inky locks as it picked up speed.
"You have nothing to fear from me, pet." his hand rested on her thigh momentarily. "Pull your skirt up."
Her mouth dropped open in an O of shock. "Sir?"
He smirked. "Pull your skirt up and put your bottom on the seat."
She hesitated. He couldn't be serious could he? He was staring at her. He was serious!
"Do not question little one, just do as I say."
Frowning in consternation, she grasped the hem of her heavy satin dress and began slowly edging it up her silk-clad legs.
"I don't have all day, pet." His voice was amused, but she didn't care to push him.
She pulled the skirt up to her waist. Beneath she wore white satin garters, thigh-high silk stockings, and white lace panties. Her discomfort coloured her pale skin pink. It was a lovely contrast, Daveon thought.
"Now, spread your legs, my sweet girl."
"Oh please, Lord Daveon. Please don't make me, sir," her voice was softly pleading, her dark eyes sparkling with a hint of tears.
"Surely you don't want a spanking on your wedding day," he growled softly.
She gulped and quickly spread her thighs, holding the dress to her waist.
What a sight to behold, he thought. He trailed one hand along the trembling flesh of her right thigh, feather light. Her skin shivered and humped into goose bumps. She whimpered softly and he glanced at her face to see her eyes tightly closed.
"Look at me, my lovely girl." Her eyes were wet and sparkling, the tears barely held at bay. Gods, but she was gorgeous. He clasped her chin and pulled her closer. He lightly bit her lower lip, teasing it with his teeth before sucking on it gently. She moaned and leaned into him, her lips parting under the demands of his kiss. His tongue explored her hot little mouth as his fingers traced a path towards her lacy panties. He heard her gasp as his fingers slid home, through the opening against her leg and into her moist pussy. He left one finger there and slowly began to slide it in and out until she panted against his insistent lips. She was so hot and tight. His cock ached for her. Soon, he thought. Very, very soon.
The carriage arrived at his estate, coming to a smooth halt. He pulled his finger slowly from her wetness and gently pulled down her skirt. She leaned against him, breathless and pink.
"You blush so prettily, my darling," he whispered to her as he opened the carriage door and took her hand. Her dark locks were swept back, accentuating the high cheekbones of her heart shaped face. Two bright spots of color graced those exquisite cheeks. He placed a kiss upon each one before leading her into the foyer.
"Are we to have quests for our wedding dinner, sir?" she asked. She'd recovered her composure rather nicely he thought. He could work on her harder next time.
"No my dear, I have planned a very special wedding dinner just for you. Please go to your bed chamber and put on the things I have left for you." His demeanor revealed nothing of his intentions, but she felt her stomach flip flop nonetheless.
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Myriad candles flickered around the great hall, casting soft shadows across the long table. Two places were set towards the head. One for the lord, one for his lady. Soft music wafted from the upper gallery, a haunting melody that tugged at her soul. She barely tasted the food or the wine. The sleek silk sheath of her deep red dress brushed her body like a kiss. Totally nude underneath, the feeling was deliciously distracting. Her cheeks seemed stained with a permanent blush as she wondered fretfully what he had in store for her. She thought she knew, but each time she thought she had him figured out he surprised her again.
Daveon stood in the gallery above looking down on Simone. He adored watching her. The little gestures of nervousness, fretting with her hair, clasping and unclasping her hands. She was a tasty little morsel all wrapped up in his favorite shade of red. He moved to the stairs that led down to the dining hall. Quietly he moved across the hall to stand directly behind her. He rested his hands on her bare shoulders and began to gently massage them.
Her sharp intake of breath was quickly followed by a soft sigh at the warmth of his fingers.
"You are tense, little one." He continued working his thumbs along the muscles of her back, avoiding the slender straps of her dress. "Have a glass of wine."
Simone didn't drink much; she'd never had the head for it. But she did as he directed, sipping slowly at the glass of rich red wine. His fingers felt heavenly. The wine was strong, but very good. It burned a slow trail down to her belly. She felt Daveon's warm breath against her shoulder and bit her lip. Her body's response to his nearness was intoxicating.
He watched as her back relaxed and her nipples pushed against the fabric of her dress. Mmmm. He trailed his fingers down the bare flesh of her arms, letting his warmth soak into her skin. She moaned softly as her nipples hardened further. The silk accentuated her desire, starkly outlining those tight little nubs.
Her breathing was picking up speed now.
"Stand up, Simone." He directed as he turned her to face him. The yearning in her eyes caused his belly to tighten and his cock to twitch pleasantly. She was ready.
"Pull your dress up for me, lovely," he whispered in her ear.
She complied without hesitation, the red silk sliding over her firm thighs to rest at the top of her hips.
"Keep it right there."
He grabbed her about the waist, lifting her ass to the heavy wood of the dining table.
"Finish your wine like a good girl." His hands were stroking her thighs now, soft and insistent.
She drained her wine glass, her eyes never leaving his. It made her head swim slightly. Daveon moved the candelabra from behind her and pushed gently at her shoulders. She moved backwards, stretching herself across the table. She began to tremble in anticipation as she felt his fingers stroking towards the line of her black silk panties. He paused and removed his fingers, gazing down at her with an intensity that left her afraid. Had she done something wrong?
"On to your stomach, naughty girl." He sounded amused, but his eyes blazed with blue fire.
Emotions welled up inside her like a never-ending stream. She struggled not to cry and not to question as she rolled onto her stomach.
"Pull your knees up."
She whimpered softly as her thighs slid across the well-polished table. She lay there, face pressed against the wood with her pertly round bottom high in the air. No longer able to contain her tears, she cried softly, not wishing to anger him.
"That is lovely, my naughty pet." Daveon stood patiently, admiring his wife’s delectable ass. He knew she was scared, but the sight of her quivering buttocks turned his blood to molten fire.
"I am not angry with you, little one." His voice was soft, a caress. "You will thank me for this very soon."
He moved to stand behind her, putting her hips within easy reach of his hands. His fingers traced the curve of one cheek; inspiring a soft whimpering moan to escape her lovely lips. With strong, sure fingers he grasped the top of her panties and yanked them down over her hips; her fearful little shriek made him pat her bottom affectionately.
He continued tracing the curves of her behind, first one side and then the other until she could not contain her sighs. Her hips squirmed under his fingers.
"I am going to spank you now, pet." He watched in amusement as her body went suddenly rigid, her fear a deep inhalation and a trapped breath. "Relax pet, it will warm you. I am not punishing."
She felt his hand roam softly over the smooth flesh of her right cheek. Her stomach was in knots and she couldn't stop biting her lower lip. His hands felt so good she wanted to weep. Tears of anticipation and fear spilled over her cheeks, but she remained silent before him.
"Oh!" The first smack startled her and she flinched like a frightened rabbit. Again his hands smoothed warmly over her flesh, a soothing circular motion that left her breathless. She could feel the moisture collecting between her thighs. A blush crept like wildfire across her lovely face.
Smack! His hand fell across her left flank, warming it with a nice sharp slap. This time she jumped and heard him chuckle. Her face burned hotly and she buried it in her arms.
"Hands behind your back, pet. Look to your left." He was not going to leave her one shred of dignity. She began sobbing softly as she followed his wishes.
Daveon paused, trailing his fingers across the cleft in her buttocks as he watched her tear-stained face. Her eyes fairly popped when she felt his fingers nearing her sphincter.
"No, no, please no," she pleaded with him and tried to squirm forward.
Smack! His hand left a trail of fire across her ass and she hissed. "Ahhhh, please sir, please don't." Her voice was thick with tears.
"Never tell me no, little one." His voice was low and commanding now; it left her feeling weak as butterflies danced in her tummy.
Daveon pulled the bottle from his pocket. He oiled his fingers well and spread her perky bottom apart. Her whimpering made him smile. With one well-oiled finger he rubbed a circle about her tiny pulsing sphincter. She moaned pleadingly, her voice a pure begging note that filled him with desire.
"Yes, my little one, you may beg all you please. Tell me your sorrows and your fears."
"Ohh please... my lord, please don't touch me there, it is so shameful and… Please, I am so afraid." She sobbed and quivered as his fingers rubbed insistently against her sphincter.
"You have nothing to fear, my pet. I will not hurt you. Even now you are starting to feel the pleasure, are you not?"
Simone shuddered as she tried to choke down the fear that threatened to overwhelm her. Inhaling deeply she concentrated on his voice. Those insistent oily fingers, massaging her, moved in slow circles closer and closer to her opening. He slipped a finger slowly inside her, gently turning it in her ass.
"Ohhhh please." She groaned it, the pain and pleasure washing over her. His other hand moved to caress her clit and she began to tremble uncontrollably. Her thighs fairly vibrated and she gave a deep, guttural moan.
He stopped all motion, a shocking halt to the pleasure washing through her. It left her gasping and confused.
"It is not time to cum yet, my pet. Up and off the table."
She unclasped her hands and sat back shakily on her knees. Her eyes were fever bright as she sought to regain her balance.
"It is time you learned what pleases me."
She regarded him with wary curiosity as she attempted to pull her dress down.
"Off with it," he said, indicating her dress.
She lowered her eyes to the floor and drew the dress over her head with a sigh. She stood before him fully nude except for the red satin heels on her tiny feet.
"Beautiful," he breathed.
She felt her body warm with pleasure and was surprised by it.
"Stay right there." Daveon left the room, quickly returning with a fluffy red cushion. He dropped it on the floor in front of him.
"Kneel."
She sank slowly to her knees; the cushion was firm but comfortable. Nude and lovely, she knelt before him, her eyes lowered demurely to the floor.
"I am pleased with you, lovely girl," he murmured.
Again she felt the hot warmth spread through her and settle in her loins. She could not help but smile up at him. A thrill of fear shot through her as he began to unbuckle his belt.
Daveon watched her face as he undressed. So vulnerable, delicate. So enticing. Those luscious red lips wrapped around his cock, that beautiful white throat working to swallow his seed. It was time for her first lesson.
He pulled his cock from his breeches. It was only half erect, but the size of it made her drop her gaze. Oh gods save me. I couldn't possibly take that monster into my body. She began to shake, her knuckles turning white, and she clasped her hands to stop their trembling.
"Pet, look at me." His voice was soft, gentle. She raised her eyes to him.
"I will NOT hurt you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she mumbled. The size of that thing!
He smirked and stroked his cock slowly, causing it to become fully erect. He was overly sensitive from all their play. This wouldn't take long.
"Open those sweet lips my pretty one," he commanded. He had to stifle his laugh at the look in her eyes. She had no idea that was coming.
Simone gazed at him in horror. IN her mouth! It would never fit; she'd choke! These thoughts rushed through her head as he stood before her stroking himself.
"Calm down, pet." He was laughing now. "I'm not going to choke you. This is something a good wife does for her husband. Have I lied to you thus far?" his tone was reasonable and there was humor in it.
She took a deep breath. He'd made her feel so good for the last two days, shameful, but wonderful. He deserved some pleasure too, didn't he? She turned her gaze back to his cock. It was big, but very well shaped. The skin had a silky sheen to it. She found herself wondering how he tasted. She leaned towards him unconsciously.
Daveon smiled at her sweet submission. She was undeniably loveable. Slowly, he rubbed the head of his cock across her full lower lip. Her tiny pink tongue darted out and tasted him. He could not help but shiver, his senses were so heightened.
Simone was surprised to find he tasted good. The feel of his skin against her lips was giving her the shivers. She opened her mouth wider, inviting him to take the plunge. He accepted her invitation, pushing the head of his thickened phallus between her lovely lips. There will be time for more instruction later, he thought, the hot wetness causing him to shudder as he began to pump slowly in and out of her mouth.
He could feel her moan all around him, a good moan.
"Rub your pussy, my sweet one."
Simone groaned around his cock as her fingers explored her dripping cunt. She quickly found the swollen nub of her clit and matched her strokes to his rhythm.
He sank his fingers into her thick black tresses and began fucking her mouth. He felt her lips loosen around him to allow better access. She was twisting her hips now, moans stifled by the huge cock that rocked back and forth against her tongue. He felt his balls tightening as the sensation overwhelmed him. The head of his cock touched her throat and he felt her gagging against him. Still, she vibrated her clit; her eyes were closed in ecstasy. Daveon closed his eyes. Fucking her mouth was something akin to heaven, he thought, as he felt the tingling shocks of pleasure rush up his shaft. The hot, salty cum bubbled over and into her throat and he held tight to her hair as he waited to feel her swallow.
Simone was overcome with lust as he pumped into her mouth. The sensation of her wet, tingly pussy and his cock filling her mouth was overwhelming. Suddenly she tasted saltiness hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes snapped open and she gazed up at her Lord. His head was titled back, his eyes shut tight, and he was moaning. She felt a massive glow of pleasure wash over her and she swallowed each new pulse that he offered. Her body was shaking now as she thrummed her fingers against her clit. It felt so good she was going to explode.
"Do not cum." His voice was stern and she moaned in frustration around his cock. "Remove those fingers, little one. Clean me up like a good girl and don't pout. The night is still young." He laughed softly as she began to lick up and down his shaft, cleaning all traces of seed from his cock.
"I am pleased with you, pet." She beamed up at him as she licked her lips clean. Daveon clasped her hand and she followed him upstairs to her bedroom. He sat down upon the bed and patted his thighs.
"Oh your tummy across my lap, now." He smiled at her as he drew the vial of oil from his pocket.
She gave him a nervous smile and did as he said, her legs to one side across the bed. He pushed a hand between those thighs to check her readiness. Her gasp made him smile again. She was good at making him smile.
"My, my, my little wife is a randy slut isn't she?"
Simone moaned softly and shook her head.
"I can feel your wetness little one, tell me you're a randy slut."
She shook her head stubbornly, her backside quivering against his hand. His fingers pushed inside her dripping cunt, slowly making her moan and twist against him.
"You like that don't you, my randy little slut?" Smack! His large hand left a pretty pink imprint across her ass.
"Yes! Yes, sir, I am your randy little slut," she moaned and gasped, as his fingers pinched her swollen pussy lips.
"Good girl, now beg for my cock in that tight little cunt of yours." Daveon grinned wickedly as he dropped oil on her exposed anus. His free hand moved to massage it in while he continued to squeeze the lips of her pussy. She was writhing now, her hips twisting and turning as she panted raggedly.
"You heard me pet, beg for it. I'm going to put this big cock in that tight little ass of yours if you don't."
"Oohhh sir!" she cried, gasping for breath at the pleasure of his fingers. She felt his index finger sliding slowly into her ass and began to buck and grunt.
"Don't you dare cum you little bitch!" his voice was as effective as a hard slap across the ass, and she cried softly as she stilled herself in compliance.
"You want me to fuck you with this big cock, don't you? I better hear a please."
She moaned through gritted teeth, her body trembling against his stiffening phallus. It had to end; he had to help her. "Please my lord...ohhh, oh gods...please fuck...oh god please fuck me with your… mmmmm, ohhhh yes, fuck me please."
Smiling, he scooted her off his lap and rolled her over on her hands and knees. "Face on the mattress little girl. You better hold on."
She buried her fingers in the covers as she twitched and moaned. His fingers applied steady pressure to her clit, pinching it, while he directed the head of his cock into her tight, slick opening. She was so fucking tight! He pushed into her slowly and felt her grind her hips backwards against him. Her juicy desire coated his head and shaft almost instantly, her thighs were sopping wet.
"It will only hurt for a moment, little one," he warned as he plunged deep into her pulsating wetness.
"Unghh!" A short, sharp grunt and her maidenhood was gone. Her entire body tensed with the burn of it. He paused and let her relax before he began moving slowly inside her, his huge cock stroking the sensitive walls of her pussy.
"How does that feel, my pet?" Her hips grasped firmly between his hands, he increased his speed slightly, pushing and pulling her down the full length of his cock.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh, mmmmmmmm.” She was incoherent. Words would not form. He reached between her legs with his right hand and began to gently stroke her clit. Her moans were becoming an unending song of pleasure and she slammed her hips backwards as he thrust into her. She was riding him now with little guidance.
"Stroke your clit, little girl." he directed her. His hand, now free, was covered in her juices. He inserted two fingers in her anus.
"Oooooommmygoooddd!" Her voice went up half an octave as the orgasm thrummed through her body. "Ohhhh yesssss." It went on and on, and he felt her pussy contracting like a vise all around him. He grasped her hips tightly to stop her pulling away. "Ooooh Lord Daveon, oooooh my...sweet... love." Finally, after what seemed an eternity she slumped forward, her body a mass of boneless flesh, her soft panting breaths the only noise to be heard.
Daveon stretched out beside her, taking her into his arms. She snuggled in close.
"I love you, wife," he whispered to her.
She smiled softly and fell into a deep contented sleep.
He continued to rub her softly, caressing her heated flesh as her body settled against the mattress. She stretched like a cat with a soft, deep sigh. Her body had taken on a rosy hue that was lovely to behold. Daveon sat back and admired his intended wife.
As the pleasure receded she drifted slowly back into reality to find him watching her closely. The blush that spread across her face made him laugh. She shifted uncomfortably, moving to pull up the coverlet and cover her nakedness.
"Do not cover yourself," he ordered.
"Lord Daveon, please!" Her voice was a wounded thing, filled with her embarrassment and shame.
"No, little one. Be proud of your beauty. It pleases me."
Her flesh prickled into goose bumps as she dropped her gaze to the coverlet. She didn't know what to do with her hands so she clutched them fretfully across her softly rounded belly.
"You want to please me, don't you pet?" He touched her cheek, directing her to face him.
She licked her lips nervously, a gesture he found endearing. "I am embarrassed, my lord," she whispered softly. She didn't think she could blush any harder.
"I know pet, but you are beautiful in your embarrassment. This also pleases me." He gave her a wicked smile.
Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax, but how could she, sitting here completely nude. Oh no, her nipples were getting hard. She squeezed her eyes shut, flushing even hotter. She felt a warm hand caressing the globes of her breasts and she whimpered softly.
Daveon knew he needed to leave. His cock was throbbing hotly against his thigh. His balls ached with the need to pierce her to the core. He wanted to wait until they were wed. A gesture of respect for his bride. She was just delectable, blushing and biting her lip. Wanting his touch and fearing her reactions all at the same time. He wanted to ravish the little wench. He plucked lightly at her nipples causing them to stiffen further. Her breath came in sharp little gasps as her body tensed.
"We will be married on the morrow, my sweet blushing pet," he announced.
Her answering gasp made him smile.
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The cathedral was filled with people. All the noble families of Sarcova gathered to witness the wedding of Lord Daveon Karrick to his bride. Simone stood with an air of false bravado. Her knees trembled beneath the heavy satin train of her bridal gown. It was all so sudden! But he looked so handsome in his slate gray velvet doublet. His dark hair, pulled back in a queue, only served to sharpen the planes of his face. How could she go from hating him one day to such desire for him the next? His pale blue gaze sought hers across the droning voice of the priest. He gave her a knowing smile. She blushed hotly and gazed at her feet.
He was definitely wicked. She could not get last night’s pleasure out of her mind.
But he hadn't hurt her in anyway. Was that such a bad thing? To feel that good?
She suddenly found herself looking forward to the evening. Her cheeks coloured prettily and she glanced up at him again. He was watching her. He always seemed to be watching her. She found herself smiling sweetly at him. He was an easy man to smile at. The warmth that spread through her loins made her want to moan. Oh god, not here in the church, she fretted. Somehow she had to forget last night. She had to forget about this tall, handsome man standing so close beside her.
Soon enough the ceremony was over, the priest declaring them husband and wife before the realm. He quickly led her down the isle to the waiting carriage as well-wishers called to them from all sides.
"How do you feel, my little wife?"
She felt her tummy flutter as he whispered softly in her ear.
"I'm nervous, my lord." Her hands clenched in the fabric of her gown as she raised her eyes to meet his. The carriage was starting to pull away from the cathedral, the breeze catching tendrils of her inky locks as it picked up speed.
"You have nothing to fear from me, pet." his hand rested on her thigh momentarily. "Pull your skirt up."
Her mouth dropped open in an O of shock. "Sir?"
He smirked. "Pull your skirt up and put your bottom on the seat."
She hesitated. He couldn't be serious could he? He was staring at her. He was serious!
"Do not question little one, just do as I say."
Frowning in consternation, she grasped the hem of her heavy satin dress and began slowly edging it up her silk-clad legs.
"I don't have all day, pet." His voice was amused, but she didn't care to push him.
She pulled the skirt up to her waist. Beneath she wore white satin garters, thigh-high silk stockings, and white lace panties. Her discomfort coloured her pale skin pink. It was a lovely contrast, Daveon thought.
"Now, spread your legs, my sweet girl."
"Oh please, Lord Daveon. Please don't make me, sir," her voice was softly pleading, her dark eyes sparkling with a hint of tears.
"Surely you don't want a spanking on your wedding day," he growled softly.
She gulped and quickly spread her thighs, holding the dress to her waist.
What a sight to behold, he thought. He trailed one hand along the trembling flesh of her right thigh, feather light. Her skin shivered and humped into goose bumps. She whimpered softly and he glanced at her face to see her eyes tightly closed.
"Look at me, my lovely girl." Her eyes were wet and sparkling, the tears barely held at bay. Gods, but she was gorgeous. He clasped her chin and pulled her closer. He lightly bit her lower lip, teasing it with his teeth before sucking on it gently. She moaned and leaned into him, her lips parting under the demands of his kiss. His tongue explored her hot little mouth as his fingers traced a path towards her lacy panties. He heard her gasp as his fingers slid home, through the opening against her leg and into her moist pussy. He left one finger there and slowly began to slide it in and out until she panted against his insistent lips. She was so hot and tight. His cock ached for her. Soon, he thought. Very, very soon.
The carriage arrived at his estate, coming to a smooth halt. He pulled his finger slowly from her wetness and gently pulled down her skirt. She leaned against him, breathless and pink.
"You blush so prettily, my darling," he whispered to her as he opened the carriage door and took her hand. Her dark locks were swept back, accentuating the high cheekbones of her heart shaped face. Two bright spots of color graced those exquisite cheeks. He placed a kiss upon each one before leading her into the foyer.
"Are we to have quests for our wedding dinner, sir?" she asked. She'd recovered her composure rather nicely he thought. He could work on her harder next time.
"No my dear, I have planned a very special wedding dinner just for you. Please go to your bed chamber and put on the things I have left for you." His demeanor revealed nothing of his intentions, but she felt her stomach flip flop nonetheless.
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Myriad candles flickered around the great hall, casting soft shadows across the long table. Two places were set towards the head. One for the lord, one for his lady. Soft music wafted from the upper gallery, a haunting melody that tugged at her soul. She barely tasted the food or the wine. The sleek silk sheath of her deep red dress brushed her body like a kiss. Totally nude underneath, the feeling was deliciously distracting. Her cheeks seemed stained with a permanent blush as she wondered fretfully what he had in store for her. She thought she knew, but each time she thought she had him figured out he surprised her again.
Daveon stood in the gallery above looking down on Simone. He adored watching her. The little gestures of nervousness, fretting with her hair, clasping and unclasping her hands. She was a tasty little morsel all wrapped up in his favorite shade of red. He moved to the stairs that led down to the dining hall. Quietly he moved across the hall to stand directly behind her. He rested his hands on her bare shoulders and began to gently massage them.
Her sharp intake of breath was quickly followed by a soft sigh at the warmth of his fingers.
"You are tense, little one." He continued working his thumbs along the muscles of her back, avoiding the slender straps of her dress. "Have a glass of wine."
Simone didn't drink much; she'd never had the head for it. But she did as he directed, sipping slowly at the glass of rich red wine. His fingers felt heavenly. The wine was strong, but very good. It burned a slow trail down to her belly. She felt Daveon's warm breath against her shoulder and bit her lip. Her body's response to his nearness was intoxicating.
He watched as her back relaxed and her nipples pushed against the fabric of her dress. Mmmm. He trailed his fingers down the bare flesh of her arms, letting his warmth soak into her skin. She moaned softly as her nipples hardened further. The silk accentuated her desire, starkly outlining those tight little nubs.
Her breathing was picking up speed now.
"Stand up, Simone." He directed as he turned her to face him. The yearning in her eyes caused his belly to tighten and his cock to twitch pleasantly. She was ready.
"Pull your dress up for me, lovely," he whispered in her ear.
She complied without hesitation, the red silk sliding over her firm thighs to rest at the top of her hips.
"Keep it right there."
He grabbed her about the waist, lifting her ass to the heavy wood of the dining table.
"Finish your wine like a good girl." His hands were stroking her thighs now, soft and insistent.
She drained her wine glass, her eyes never leaving his. It made her head swim slightly. Daveon moved the candelabra from behind her and pushed gently at her shoulders. She moved backwards, stretching herself across the table. She began to tremble in anticipation as she felt his fingers stroking towards the line of her black silk panties. He paused and removed his fingers, gazing down at her with an intensity that left her afraid. Had she done something wrong?
"On to your stomach, naughty girl." He sounded amused, but his eyes blazed with blue fire.
Emotions welled up inside her like a never-ending stream. She struggled not to cry and not to question as she rolled onto her stomach.
"Pull your knees up."
She whimpered softly as her thighs slid across the well-polished table. She lay there, face pressed against the wood with her pertly round bottom high in the air. No longer able to contain her tears, she cried softly, not wishing to anger him.
"That is lovely, my naughty pet." Daveon stood patiently, admiring his wife’s delectable ass. He knew she was scared, but the sight of her quivering buttocks turned his blood to molten fire.
"I am not angry with you, little one." His voice was soft, a caress. "You will thank me for this very soon."
He moved to stand behind her, putting her hips within easy reach of his hands. His fingers traced the curve of one cheek; inspiring a soft whimpering moan to escape her lovely lips. With strong, sure fingers he grasped the top of her panties and yanked them down over her hips; her fearful little shriek made him pat her bottom affectionately.
He continued tracing the curves of her behind, first one side and then the other until she could not contain her sighs. Her hips squirmed under his fingers.
"I am going to spank you now, pet." He watched in amusement as her body went suddenly rigid, her fear a deep inhalation and a trapped breath. "Relax pet, it will warm you. I am not punishing."
She felt his hand roam softly over the smooth flesh of her right cheek. Her stomach was in knots and she couldn't stop biting her lower lip. His hands felt so good she wanted to weep. Tears of anticipation and fear spilled over her cheeks, but she remained silent before him.
"Oh!" The first smack startled her and she flinched like a frightened rabbit. Again his hands smoothed warmly over her flesh, a soothing circular motion that left her breathless. She could feel the moisture collecting between her thighs. A blush crept like wildfire across her lovely face.
Smack! His hand fell across her left flank, warming it with a nice sharp slap. This time she jumped and heard him chuckle. Her face burned hotly and she buried it in her arms.
"Hands behind your back, pet. Look to your left." He was not going to leave her one shred of dignity. She began sobbing softly as she followed his wishes.
Daveon paused, trailing his fingers across the cleft in her buttocks as he watched her tear-stained face. Her eyes fairly popped when she felt his fingers nearing her sphincter.
"No, no, please no," she pleaded with him and tried to squirm forward.
Smack! His hand left a trail of fire across her ass and she hissed. "Ahhhh, please sir, please don't." Her voice was thick with tears.
"Never tell me no, little one." His voice was low and commanding now; it left her feeling weak as butterflies danced in her tummy.
Daveon pulled the bottle from his pocket. He oiled his fingers well and spread her perky bottom apart. Her whimpering made him smile. With one well-oiled finger he rubbed a circle about her tiny pulsing sphincter. She moaned pleadingly, her voice a pure begging note that filled him with desire.
"Yes, my little one, you may beg all you please. Tell me your sorrows and your fears."
"Ohh please... my lord, please don't touch me there, it is so shameful and… Please, I am so afraid." She sobbed and quivered as his fingers rubbed insistently against her sphincter.
"You have nothing to fear, my pet. I will not hurt you. Even now you are starting to feel the pleasure, are you not?"
Simone shuddered as she tried to choke down the fear that threatened to overwhelm her. Inhaling deeply she concentrated on his voice. Those insistent oily fingers, massaging her, moved in slow circles closer and closer to her opening. He slipped a finger slowly inside her, gently turning it in her ass.
"Ohhhh please." She groaned it, the pain and pleasure washing over her. His other hand moved to caress her clit and she began to tremble uncontrollably. Her thighs fairly vibrated and she gave a deep, guttural moan.
He stopped all motion, a shocking halt to the pleasure washing through her. It left her gasping and confused.
"It is not time to cum yet, my pet. Up and off the table."
She unclasped her hands and sat back shakily on her knees. Her eyes were fever bright as she sought to regain her balance.
"It is time you learned what pleases me."
She regarded him with wary curiosity as she attempted to pull her dress down.
"Off with it," he said, indicating her dress.
She lowered her eyes to the floor and drew the dress over her head with a sigh. She stood before him fully nude except for the red satin heels on her tiny feet.
"Beautiful," he breathed.
She felt her body warm with pleasure and was surprised by it.
"Stay right there." Daveon left the room, quickly returning with a fluffy red cushion. He dropped it on the floor in front of him.
"Kneel."
She sank slowly to her knees; the cushion was firm but comfortable. Nude and lovely, she knelt before him, her eyes lowered demurely to the floor.
"I am pleased with you, lovely girl," he murmured.
Again she felt the hot warmth spread through her and settle in her loins. She could not help but smile up at him. A thrill of fear shot through her as he began to unbuckle his belt.
Daveon watched her face as he undressed. So vulnerable, delicate. So enticing. Those luscious red lips wrapped around his cock, that beautiful white throat working to swallow his seed. It was time for her first lesson.
He pulled his cock from his breeches. It was only half erect, but the size of it made her drop her gaze. Oh gods save me. I couldn't possibly take that monster into my body. She began to shake, her knuckles turning white, and she clasped her hands to stop their trembling.
"Pet, look at me." His voice was soft, gentle. She raised her eyes to him.
"I will NOT hurt you. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she mumbled. The size of that thing!
He smirked and stroked his cock slowly, causing it to become fully erect. He was overly sensitive from all their play. This wouldn't take long.
"Open those sweet lips my pretty one," he commanded. He had to stifle his laugh at the look in her eyes. She had no idea that was coming.
Simone gazed at him in horror. IN her mouth! It would never fit; she'd choke! These thoughts rushed through her head as he stood before her stroking himself.
"Calm down, pet." He was laughing now. "I'm not going to choke you. This is something a good wife does for her husband. Have I lied to you thus far?" his tone was reasonable and there was humor in it.
She took a deep breath. He'd made her feel so good for the last two days, shameful, but wonderful. He deserved some pleasure too, didn't he? She turned her gaze back to his cock. It was big, but very well shaped. The skin had a silky sheen to it. She found herself wondering how he tasted. She leaned towards him unconsciously.
Daveon smiled at her sweet submission. She was undeniably loveable. Slowly, he rubbed the head of his cock across her full lower lip. Her tiny pink tongue darted out and tasted him. He could not help but shiver, his senses were so heightened.
Simone was surprised to find he tasted good. The feel of his skin against her lips was giving her the shivers. She opened her mouth wider, inviting him to take the plunge. He accepted her invitation, pushing the head of his thickened phallus between her lovely lips. There will be time for more instruction later, he thought, the hot wetness causing him to shudder as he began to pump slowly in and out of her mouth.
He could feel her moan all around him, a good moan.
"Rub your pussy, my sweet one."
Simone groaned around his cock as her fingers explored her dripping cunt. She quickly found the swollen nub of her clit and matched her strokes to his rhythm.
He sank his fingers into her thick black tresses and began fucking her mouth. He felt her lips loosen around him to allow better access. She was twisting her hips now, moans stifled by the huge cock that rocked back and forth against her tongue. He felt his balls tightening as the sensation overwhelmed him. The head of his cock touched her throat and he felt her gagging against him. Still, she vibrated her clit; her eyes were closed in ecstasy. Daveon closed his eyes. Fucking her mouth was something akin to heaven, he thought, as he felt the tingling shocks of pleasure rush up his shaft. The hot, salty cum bubbled over and into her throat and he held tight to her hair as he waited to feel her swallow.
Simone was overcome with lust as he pumped into her mouth. The sensation of her wet, tingly pussy and his cock filling her mouth was overwhelming. Suddenly she tasted saltiness hitting the back of her throat. Her eyes snapped open and she gazed up at her Lord. His head was titled back, his eyes shut tight, and he was moaning. She felt a massive glow of pleasure wash over her and she swallowed each new pulse that he offered. Her body was shaking now as she thrummed her fingers against her clit. It felt so good she was going to explode.
"Do not cum." His voice was stern and she moaned in frustration around his cock. "Remove those fingers, little one. Clean me up like a good girl and don't pout. The night is still young." He laughed softly as she began to lick up and down his shaft, cleaning all traces of seed from his cock.
"I am pleased with you, pet." She beamed up at him as she licked her lips clean. Daveon clasped her hand and she followed him upstairs to her bedroom. He sat down upon the bed and patted his thighs.
"Oh your tummy across my lap, now." He smiled at her as he drew the vial of oil from his pocket.
She gave him a nervous smile and did as he said, her legs to one side across the bed. He pushed a hand between those thighs to check her readiness. Her gasp made him smile again. She was good at making him smile.
"My, my, my little wife is a randy slut isn't she?"
Simone moaned softly and shook her head.
"I can feel your wetness little one, tell me you're a randy slut."
She shook her head stubbornly, her backside quivering against his hand. His fingers pushed inside her dripping cunt, slowly making her moan and twist against him.
"You like that don't you, my randy little slut?" Smack! His large hand left a pretty pink imprint across her ass.
"Yes! Yes, sir, I am your randy little slut," she moaned and gasped, as his fingers pinched her swollen pussy lips.
"Good girl, now beg for my cock in that tight little cunt of yours." Daveon grinned wickedly as he dropped oil on her exposed anus. His free hand moved to massage it in while he continued to squeeze the lips of her pussy. She was writhing now, her hips twisting and turning as she panted raggedly.
"You heard me pet, beg for it. I'm going to put this big cock in that tight little ass of yours if you don't."
"Oohhh sir!" she cried, gasping for breath at the pleasure of his fingers. She felt his index finger sliding slowly into her ass and began to buck and grunt.
"Don't you dare cum you little bitch!" his voice was as effective as a hard slap across the ass, and she cried softly as she stilled herself in compliance.
"You want me to fuck you with this big cock, don't you? I better hear a please."
She moaned through gritted teeth, her body trembling against his stiffening phallus. It had to end; he had to help her. "Please my lord...ohhh, oh gods...please fuck...oh god please fuck me with your… mmmmm, ohhhh yes, fuck me please."
Smiling, he scooted her off his lap and rolled her over on her hands and knees. "Face on the mattress little girl. You better hold on."
She buried her fingers in the covers as she twitched and moaned. His fingers applied steady pressure to her clit, pinching it, while he directed the head of his cock into her tight, slick opening. She was so fucking tight! He pushed into her slowly and felt her grind her hips backwards against him. Her juicy desire coated his head and shaft almost instantly, her thighs were sopping wet.
"It will only hurt for a moment, little one," he warned as he plunged deep into her pulsating wetness.
"Unghh!" A short, sharp grunt and her maidenhood was gone. Her entire body tensed with the burn of it. He paused and let her relax before he began moving slowly inside her, his huge cock stroking the sensitive walls of her pussy.
"How does that feel, my pet?" Her hips grasped firmly between his hands, he increased his speed slightly, pushing and pulling her down the full length of his cock.
"Ohhhh, ohhhh, mmmmmmmm.” She was incoherent. Words would not form. He reached between her legs with his right hand and began to gently stroke her clit. Her moans were becoming an unending song of pleasure and she slammed her hips backwards as he thrust into her. She was riding him now with little guidance.
"Stroke your clit, little girl." he directed her. His hand, now free, was covered in her juices. He inserted two fingers in her anus.
"Oooooommmygoooddd!" Her voice went up half an octave as the orgasm thrummed through her body. "Ohhhh yesssss." It went on and on, and he felt her pussy contracting like a vise all around him. He grasped her hips tightly to stop her pulling away. "Ooooh Lord Daveon, oooooh my...sweet... love." Finally, after what seemed an eternity she slumped forward, her body a mass of boneless flesh, her soft panting breaths the only noise to be heard.
Daveon stretched out beside her, taking her into his arms. She snuggled in close.
"I love you, wife," he whispered to her.
She smiled softly and fell into a deep contented sleep.
