Wearing only a satin bra, I was more exposed than I had ever been in my life. He grabbed my hands as I went instinctively to cover myself.
"Good girls don't cover up. Can you keep your hands on the pillow like a good girl?" Nathan’s voice was still gentle and calm. I tried to focus on that, and relax.
I shook my head. I wasn't being coy. I really didn't think I could handle him looking at me at this particular moment. I felt something close to panic at my almost total nudity, and he seemed to understand. Nathan murmured some reassuring words, and waited for me to calm.
He held my wrists with one hand and used the other to slip my bra off.
Reaching over to the nightstand, he opened the top drawer and retrieved two black velvet loops. He twisted it around my wrists, binding my hands together. Then he used the second loop to secure my hands to the headboard of the bed. Nathan’s actions should have made me feel even more frightened, but instead I felt comforted in some strange way.
"I thought it would be like this." He smiled a dark smile. "I hoped it would be like this."
With my hands bound together and tied down, he was free to peruse my body at his leisure. His eyes wandered slowly over me, from head to toe. His expression was hungry and savage, and I grew wet without him even touching me.
"You look like a red-headed angel. An angel that is begging to be held down and fucked."
"Nate, please." I was gasping, barely coherent.
Smiling, he joined me on the bed. "You are a virgin, aren't you?"
I nodded, so shy.
"Have you thought of me and touched yourself?"
“Yes.” My voice was a mere whisper, and I blushed once more. Nathan groaned in approval.
He cupped my face and began kissing me over and over. His kisses moved down my body until he reached my breasts. Nathan pressed feather-light kisses on each nipple, watching with obvious delight as each tip puckered beneath his touch. He used his nimble fingers to pluck and tug on each nipple in turn, and my back arched off the bed. Nathan sucked each one, repeatedly, and I whimpered with need. I tried to press more of my breast into his mouth, and he laughed, pleased. His sucking grew more vigorous, the fear of my nudity all but forgotten. My hips were bucking into the air, and his smile grew wider.
"I'm going to teach you to be a whore, Darby. A whore for me and me alone."
Where was my virgin modestly now? Gone. Entirely left the room, the hotel, the block. It had packed its bags, and caught my flight to Silver Falls, I guess. I was so aroused I couldn't think clearly. All my thoughts had condensed down to a single need: his touch. I wanted more and more, harder and harder.
"Nate, please." I gasped again. "I need you."
Nathan lifted both of my legs from the bed and spanked me three times where my bottom met my legs.
"Good girls don't make demands."
He spanked me again, and I felt my bottom turning red. It stung, and I tried to squirm away from him.
"Take your spanking, or I will use my belt." Nathan’s voice was stern now.
I instantly stilled, and fear began to creep in on my wild arousal.
"Good girl."
God help me, I knew it was wrong, or at least not normal, but the deep, commanding tones of his voice combined with his forceful spanking turned me on even more.
"Now let me get a look at my pussy." Nathan sounded intense and aggressive in his desire.
I moaned, and he grabbed one of my ankles in each of his hands and spread my legs by force. I was on full display. His eyes roved eagerly over my trimmed dark red hair, and one hand swooped down to spread my lips open wide. No one had seen what he saw, except maybe my doctor. He dove between my legs and licked me.
The first lick had me seeing stars. The second lick wrenched a moan from my throat, and the third was just too much. I started to close my legs, overwhelmed by all the sensations.
"Keep your legs open, baby, or I will get my belt." His words were a harsh command, but his hands were tender.
Nathan lapped at me as if I was the most exquisite dessert he had ever eaten. Then he lightly licked my clit, and he began alternating between thrusting his tongue inside of me and sucking my clit. Incoherent noises escaped my throat, and I started grinding my body against his face. My desire made me shameless. My orgasm hit me hard, and I cried out, panting like an animal.
Nathan lifted his head, looking smug. His face was damp with my pleasure.
"Who do you belong to, baby?"
"You. Only you." I was breathless, but spoke with firm conviction.
"Damn straight."
My eyes roamed over him, and I realized he was still fully clothed. Even his silk tie was still draped around his neck, just barely loosened. Cool air slid over my naked body. I began to shrink away from him, and he immediately noticed.
"Stop overthinking."
I tried to close my legs as I relaxed against the bed, but he fussed, so I stayed open and exposed to him. I did not mind so much. Still trying to catch my breath, I gazed up at him in wonder.
Nathan stood up, smirking, and removed his jacket and tie. He made quick work of the buttons on his shirt and removed his cuff links. He never once took his eyes off me as he took off his shirt. It was my first glance at his bare chest, and my breath caught in my lungs. His chest was lightly sprinkled with hair, and some of the hair was gray. He was exquisite.
Next, he undid his belt, still watching my face closely. As his belt slid out of the loops with an ominous hissing sound, he doubled it in his fist and pointedly slapped it against his open palm. I flushed, but it was with eagerness, not with fear. Yes, I was afraid of his punishments, but not scared enough. I wanted anything he wanted to give me.
"Are you on birth control? I have condoms, but I really don't want to use them. I'd be just as happy to get you pregnant."
Shocked, I was reduced to stammering.
"I'm on the pill. I have been for a few years to help with cramps."
"Ok, but let me be clear. I want babies with you, and soon. I know you are young, and just starting out in life. Because of that, I intend to wait a while, but not too long, please." His voice was earnest, and his eyes looked stark and needy all of a sudden.
I was starting to realize that we had skipped a few crucial conversations on our way to the altar, but I still didn't care. Was I not the one who had been daydreaming earlier about children? Yes, it was too early to start a family, but I would give him anything he wanted in due time. In fact, if he told me to throw my birth control pills away tomorrow, I would be his very good girl and obey him at once.
Nathan dropped the belt on the floor and removed his pants without ceremony. He stood before me in dark gray boxer briefs, his visible erection on prominent display. I would do anything he wanted from now until eternity.
"Do you remember that your vows had their own special line?"
He slowly lowered his briefs, and stroked a hand over his massive erection. I grew lightheaded, watching his slow movements. His penis was dark red, almost purple, and the tip was wet. I had an inexplicable urge to lick the wet spot.
"Darby? Are you listening? Good girls listen."
Nathan was smiling at how I openly stared, transfixed by his sexy body.
My eyes snapped up to his face. "What special line?"
"You said in your vows that you would obey my wishes, and strive to please me always. Did you mean that, sweetheart?"
"Yes, I meant that with all my heart." My eyes did not leave his. It was important to me that he believed me.
"And with all of your body? Are you my little whore, sweetheart?" My husband was so intense as he spoke to me that I shivered.
"Yes, Nate, yes. I am."
"Say it."
Shy again, I lowered my eyes, and couldn't get the words out.
He smiled. "I'll teach you to say it, in time. Don't worry."
He crawled onto the bed and moved on top of me, and his erection bobbed heavily between my thighs. His weight was a welcome sensation.
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bsp; "Don't you worry about a thing, except being my good girl. I have you now. You're mine, and I've got everything covered." His deep voice was tender, and it reassured me.
His weight settled slowly on me, and it felt so good. He reached down with one hand and grasped his big penis. He stroked it across my sensitive clit, and I shivered. He laughed aloud, pleased with my response. Nathan continued stroking me with his thickness, drawing it across my clit, and down between my lips. My wetness mingled with his, and his breathing quickened.
"A virgin. A fucking perfect virgin..." He seemed to be talking to himself. I couldn't have responded at that point even if he demanded. I was losing control again.
My eyes drifted closed as I savored the sensations racing through my body.
"Look at me. Don't take your eyes from mine unless you want that pretty ass spanked."
Nathan’s words were harsh, but his touches were so loving that I was overwhelmed by the conflicting sensations. My mind said I should be afraid of being tied, but my body said I should go for it.
I did as I was told, and he pushed my legs farther apart.
He settled the tip just inside my opening, grunting a little. Instinctively I wrapped my legs around his hips. He stroked a hand under my backside to support me, squeezing gently, and then he pushed inside me.
Nathan's fullness excited me even more. I felt stretched and loved and wondered why I had been so nervous before. These feelings were so natural and beautiful, but I knew I wouldn't feel this way with another man. Only with my Nate.
"Wrap your legs around my back, sweetheart." His eyes were shining with affection for me.
I quickly adjusted my position, moving my legs up higher. I felt a little awkward with my hands still tied, but I trusted my husband. Nathan thrust hard, and I cried out. The pain was sharp but sweet because at that moment I was wholly his. I would be his good girl, his whore, his whatever he wanted me to be.
Nathan was deep inside of me now, and we were both panting from the effort of shedding my virginity. He planted warm, sweet kisses all over and my face, and began to move, slowly at first, but with increasing urgency. I was so wet he moved with ease.
"I love you." His voice sounded like sandpaper.
I still couldn't reply to him. My body and mind were consumed entirely by his movements. The slickness between my legs had a sound, a scent, and a life of its own. My world narrowed to that wet area where we joined as one; nothing else mattered.
I cried out with each of his forceful thrusts. His body pushed the air from my lungs, and he reached up and freed my hands from the bed, but leaving them tied together still. I looped them around his neck and tried to claw at his back, wanting everything he had to give me.
The headboard beat with a steady rhythm against the wall, in time with his actions. I squeezed my legs hard, and he reached between us to strum my clit. That was all I needed. I came so hard the room went dark, and Nathan followed shortly after me, shouting without words and then burying his face into my neck.
In the aftermath, I held him within my body while I quaked around him, little aftershocks to the big earthquake I had just experienced. I was trembling all over, and for the first time I realized I was covered in a sheen of sweat. The sweat seemed to have come from both of us and was just another way we had joined in a union on this our wedding day.
I held him close and finally was able to murmur into his ear, "I love you, too, Nate. Always."
Seven
Nathan woke me before dawn the next morning to make love again. I had no complaints. It was just as exciting as the night before, and I continued to be amazed at the pleasure he could wring from my body.
"Sorry, baby. I know it's early." His early morning voice was as scratchy as his unshaved face. He nuzzled me as I came down from my orgasmic high. "We have an early flight to catch, so we need to get moving."
“I can’t wait to see my new home!” I kissed him, and then I stretched under the covers.
I jumped out of bed, eager to start the journey to my new home. I was mildly shocked by my sore muscles, and too late, I remembered my nudity. Blushing, I reached for the sheet to cover myself. Nathan laughed and snatched it away from me.
"No way. Good girls don't cover up. Didn't we discuss that last night? Do you need a refresher course about bad girls and spankings?" His stern words contrasted with his laughing tone.
“I’m being good!” I protested and jumped back from his reaching hand.
Blushing again, I realized his "good girl" talk, sexy as it was, wasn't just for the bedroom. I tried to hide my embarrassment and walked away with a dignity that I didn't feel. His laughter followed me into the bathroom, and I knew I hadn't fooled him one bit. Despite myself, I found his words extremely arousing.
I took a quick shower, and he jumped in right before I finished. I was intrigued to see where this shower could go, and I reached for him playfully when he pressed against my stomach.
“Can I help you wash your back?” I grinned at him.
“We don’t have nearly enough time for what I would like to do to you.” Nathan caught my wandering hand and smiled down at me.
His sexy wink took the sting out of his rejection. And by the looks of his erection, I knew I was not the only one disappointed by our too brief shower time.
Soon we were rushing around packing last minute items, checking to make sure nothing was left behind, and we didn't have time to feel too sad about our abrupt honeymoon.
Nathan hugged me close as I zipped up my suitcase.
"I wasn't expecting to meet you on this trip, and I certainly wasn't expecting to get married. I promise when work slows down, I will take you on a proper honeymoon. Be thinking of where you would like to go. In the meanwhile, we will work in plenty of playtimes at Peacock Alley."
He gave me a wicked grin, grabbed my suitcase, and headed for the door of the suite.
"Ready to go, Mrs. Randolph?"
My heart melted. I was more than ready.
I GUESS I SHOULDN'T have been surprised when we boarded a small private plane. It had undoubtedly been evident from the start that Nathan had money. I just hadn't realized how much money.
“Nate, you really are rich.” I hadn’t meant to share that thought out loud, and I was startled when Nathan laughed.
"I live in the middle of nowhere. If we were to fly on a commercial flight, we would have to change planes at least once and then still have to drive for at least three hours to make it home. This way we can land at a small airport right next to my estate, and save all that wasted time. In the end, a private plane is the only way that makes sense."
“Do you own the airport, too?” I enjoyed teasing him.
He pinched the end of my nose. “Not yet, but I’ll buy it if that will impress my new bride.”
I curled up on a cream leather sofa next to my husband. I certainly enjoyed this way of flying. Nathan worked on his laptop, and we shared a delicious breakfast the attendant prepared for us in the small galley. It wasn't long before I fell asleep with my head on his shoulder, dreaming of my magical life to come.
It seemed like no time had passed before Nathan was shaking me awake gently.
"We are almost home, sweetheart. Time to wake up."
He brushed my hair back from my face and helped me get up. I hadn't even realized we had landed already. I must have been more exhausted than I realized.
Nathan ushered me into a waiting car, and a driver shut the door behind us and took the wheel. In barely five minutes, we pulled up to ornate wrought-iron gates between wide set old brick columns. The gates slowly opened, and we drove inside.
"Welcome to Peacock Alley, sweetheart."
Eight
It was very early. Between our pre-dawn wake-up call, and the one-hour time difference between Mississippi and New York, the sun was hardly up. A dense fog blanketed the plantation, swirling around the Spanish moss hanging from the live oaks. The effect was beautiful but eerie.
I couldn't help but
think that this drive was the perfect setting for a scary ghost story.
"The weather forecast says it might rain today." Nathan was peering out the car window, squinting at the gloomy sky. "We could use some rain. We haven't had any in weeks. It is unusual for the weather to be this dry for so long. We have to water the pecans daily so they can survive this oppressive heat."
As the car maneuvered the long, curving drive, I leaned forward eagerly to see the features he began to point out to me.
"Look! There's a peacock. There are probably fifty of them roaming the property. My ancestors had them shipped from India when they first built the house. Supposedly, they were an omen of bad luck, but my great-great-great grandmother – I always forget just how many greats to add." He laughed, "She loved peacocks, and her husband indulged her every whim."
Nathan smiled at me, and I remembered his promise the night before that I could have whatever I wanted. The beautiful bird walked proudly by the cobblestone drive, his incredible feathers folded into a majestic cape dragging the ground behind him.
"Oh, I wish he would open up his feathers!"
Nathan laughed again. "Usually the males do that only in the spring when it's mating season. Got to impress the ladies, you know."
He looked sideways at me smirking and wiggling his eyebrows, and I giggled, loving his playful mood.
"How old is this place?" I went back to staring out the window, trying to get a better look at the peacock. I had never seen one outside of a zoo before now.
"It was finished in 1822. My ancestors commissioned the famous architect Henry Barber to design and build it, and they burned the blueprints when the building was completed. They didn't want anyone else to copy the design."
I watched the peacock disappear like a ghost into the mist, as the car continued its bumpy, slow pace. Nathan pointed out magnolia trees, gardenias, and azaleas by the dozens. The grounds were manicured, even along the drive, and I could imagine it was even more breathtaking in the spring when everything was blooming.
I was delighted when I spotted another peacock, this one a solid white. It looked like it was draped in lace. The effect made me think of my wedding dress.
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