The Virgin Bride: Wedding Night, 4552 words, Adult +. Thea Winsted had not seen her groom until she stood next to him at the altar. Furious at having been married off to the third richest man in England, she was not prepared to look up and see the most handsome man she had ever set eyes on. Nor was she prepared for what he would introduce her to on her wedding night. Contents: Explicit sex, anal sex, oral sex, knotted string, bondage, spanking and more
“I’m not going to murder you,” he said as he stepped into my room with minutes of my positioning myself. He was wearing a smoking jacket that complimented the colors in the room and picked up the green of his eyes. He smiled when he saw how I had draped myself on the bed.
“I was already driven nearly insane with desire for you. Now I can hardly wait,” he said in his low rolling voice. Then he surprised me. He sat on the bed beside me and took my hand. “Before we make love, I have some questions to ask you.”
“All right,” I said, swallowing nervously.
“Have you any experience with a man?”
“Do you know what to expect at all?”
“I’ve lived in the country all my life. I’ve seen animals mate,” I said. Even to me my voice sounded indignant.
I caught the look of delight on his face and tried to seem more demure.
“Are you willing to please me in any way I desire?”
“I don’t know what you mean,” I said, wondering what on earth he was talking about.
“Some things I may want to do may be new to you. They are limited to humans not dogs and horses. Some things I may ask you to do you might find shocking at first. If I do something or ask you to do something you really are not comfortable doing, I want you to think of a word you can use to let me know you want me to stop.”
“What’s wrong with no?” I asked not quite certain what he was talking about but already feeling apprehensive.
“No can be very appealing to me,” he said with a smile that was tantalizing. “Pick a word that you would never use when making love.”
“All right,” I said sorting through words I would rarely use in conversation in bed. I rejected farm animals because as the sum total of my experience we might actually bring them up, articles of clothing were out as we might sometime discuss removing them and food might be part of a conversation in case we ate in bed.
“How about carriage?” I said at last. “I can’t imagine using that except in the most far ranging conversation.”
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Published August 25, 2012
Erotica, Literature & Fiction.