"I don't even remember my mother. And now, I have a mother, uncle and sisters to share my wedding day. Usha? How can I ever thank you?" Jane hugged the woman tightly, trying not to cry and ruin the powder and henna markings around her eyes.
"Be happy, child. Live in peace and harmony, and find balance in your life. That will be enough thanks for me."
"And attend your lessons with being cheeky," Lynette whispered in Jane's ear.
"I don't know what to say. All of this is so much." Jane stared at her image in the dressing mirror.
"What are your thoughts, daughter?" Usha asked, her hands on Jane's shoulders as she added her image to the mirror.
Jane touched the large necklace around her throat, fingering the gold filigree. "I had to come all the way to India to find, not only myself, but love. I want to thank all of you so very much." She turned to the women, placed her hands together, thumbs close to her heart, and bowed. "Namaste."
"Namaste." The four wives dipped their heads and returned the gesture. Jane truly felt the meaning of the word; 'I bow to the divine in you…'
***
Rose petals were strewn over the throne room floor, outlining a path to her groom. The ceremony was small and intimate, with only the prince and his family in attendance. Lynette sobbed like a baby as Philip placed ruby-encrusted rings on the second toes of both Jane's henna decorated feet, speaking his vows in a strong, clear voice. Usha was seen dabbing her eyes several times on the back of the Raja's pristine white and gold coat as Jane spoke her return promise in Tamil.
After a sumptuous meal, Rama led the bride and groom to the courtyard, where a massive, decorated elephant waited to take them through the torch lit path to the river. From there, they boarded a ceremonial boat to the cottage, the wake of which was strewn with rose petals and jasmine blossoms.
The flames from the flambeaux reflected off the water as the ride down the quiet river began. The sounds of cicadas and evening birds sang a romantic chorus in celebration of the union, the tempo as lazy as the water lapping along the hull of the boat.
Philip held his arm around Jane, his eyes never leaving her. "I can't believe how beautiful you are."
Jane shyly lowered her face, her blush hidden in the veils of her shawl. "I only wish to make you happy. I cannot believe all that Uncle Rama has done for us. I am not worthy of such attention."
"You are worthy of even more, my darling. You are also starting to sound like the proper Indian wife. Janie?" Philip lifted her face and kissed her lips, "Never stop being you. Promise me this."
"I promise."
"In return, I promise that I will make certain to do my best to fulfill your every need. Heart, body, spirit and mind," he murmured in her ear.
"My mind? Does that mean you are going to allow me to work with you in the business now?" Jane asked slyly.
Philip groaned and gently banged his head against the tarp frame. "Jane, Jane, Jane… I thought we reached an agreement about this."
She snickered, pinching him gently. "I've not said one thing since we left England and you tried to be so Mr. Marquis in Charge. The company is officially both of ours now, and we don't have to worry about shareholders. In talking with Usha—"
"Honey," he placed his finger on her lips. "Can we discuss this at a later time? It is our wedding night, and my desire is to fill you with myself, not with thoughts of work."
"When did you learn to be so romantic?" she asked, nuzzling under his chin.
"The moment I knew I was in love with you. Wait until you see what I have planned for you when we arrive at our new home."
"No, Philip," Jane said, drawing his lower lip between her teeth as she invited a kiss. "Just you wait to see what I have planned for you."
"Should I be afraid?" He chuckled.
She bit his lip. "Yes. Very afraid. You don't know about the things I learned today from these ladies."
"What did they teach you, little one?" He scooped her in his arms and held her snugly to him.
Jane's hand snaked down to the growing bulge in his trousers. "How to make you my slave…"
***
The boat docked and was tied to the wooden deck that glowed with torch light. Shadows danced off the thick trees and vines, and onto the cobblestone path that led through the dense thicket towards the house.
He lifted her into his arms, cradling her closely as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"I can walk, you know," Jane whispered, kissing him
"Yes, but I can carry you. I must protect you from the snakes, spiders, and the Jane-eating tigers of the jungle."
"Mmm, you are one Jane-eating tiger I wouldn't mind attacking me."
"Oh, I will. I intend to devour every soft, sweet portion of your body. Bite by bite," he said, nibbling on her neck. "No giggling. I'm being romantic."
"You're tickling me. Oh, my. Is this it?" Her mouth hung open in awe as she surveyed the immense building snuggled in the center of the ancient jungle.
"Welcome home, my lady dearest." He placed her on the grassy carpet to allow her to absorb the view of their new abode.
"This looks like a palace," Jane whispered, her eyes taking in the stark white walls of the 'modest cottage'.
"He used the Taj Mahal as a model, with a desire for it to become a sanctuary of peace. Did you know the Taj Mahal is actually a tomb that was built after the Shah lost his beloved wife during childbirth?"
"No. I had no idea. How sad!"
"It was a structure designed to show his eternal love for her. The Shah even described it like this…" Philip pointed to the Sanskrit plaque mounted on the white pillar outside the giant doors. He read aloud:
"Should guilty seek asylum here,
Like one pardoned, he becomes free from sin.
Should a sinner make his way to this mansion,
All his past sins are to be washed away.
The sight of this mansion creates sorrowing sighs;
And the sun and the moon shed tears from their eyes.
In this world this edifice has been made; to display thereby the creator's glory."
"That's beautiful," Jane said. "He made it a place to honor love, and provide peace and forgiveness, didn't he?"
"That is the heart of India, Lady Jane."
Two servants opened the double doors and stepped aside, bowing as the couple entered.
Jane gasped, walking into the center of the grand foyer and slowly turning around. White marble floors, plastered walls, and high vaulted ceilings with giant drop fans kept the air inside cool. Drapes of sheer material added color throughout, and separated the individual areas in lieu of doors. Centered in the middle was a magnificent red-carpeted, marble staircase, framed by carved railings and banisters, around which garlands of fresh flowers had been wrapped. The aroma of spiced food and incense filled the air.
"This is incredible," Jane whispered breathlessly.
"No, sweet. You are incredible. Are you hungry? It smells as though our meal is ready to greet us."
"I am. How can I be hungry so soon? We just feasted a few hours ago."
"Passion awakens not only the body, but the appetite." Philip kissed the back of her hand. He introduced her to the staff who, much to her delight, were the same individuals who had tended to the couple at the palace.
"They adore you, wife," Philip mused, after the explosion of congratulations and gratitude had finally ended. "Every single one of them volunteered for this position, much to Rama's dismay."
"Dismay?"
"Yes. They are from his prime selection of domestics. They voiced the desire to serve us—you—here in lieu of the palace. It was quite a blow to Rama's ego," he said with a chuckle.
"Then why did he agree to it?"
"Because they are also the most extensively trained servants in the area of our lifestyle. They need no instruction regarding our demands, nor do they require any explanation for our requests."
Jane raised her eyebrow suspiciously. "Should I be concerned as to
what their knowledge entails?"
"Perhaps a little." A broad smile accompanied his response.
She grunted and changed the subject. "Is that a pool in the middle of the house? And do I hear music?"
"Rama was a little extravagant when he designed this cottage. And yes, we have musicians behind the veils."
"This is no cottage. This is a manor. Are there any musicians in our chambers?"
"They will follow us through concealed passages to wherever we desire to go, and remain discreetly hidden behind the screens. These are court musicians. Their music will accompany our lovemaking."
Jane grabbed Philip's hand. "Show me our bed."
Philip led her up the stairs and into the chambers that occupied half of the second floor. She ran her hand along the pieces of furniture that adorned their bedroom. "What are these for?"
"Many things," Philip answered, lifting her to sit upon a chair that consisted of a u-shaped seat. He sat on a stool which placed his head directly in line with her pelvis. "Would you care for some wine and betel nuts?"
"No. In fact," Jane slid off the chair and into his arms. "I would like to dispense with ritual altogether this night. I have something for you."
"You do?"
"Yes." She led him to a couch and pushed him down, then stood between his knees and honored Namaste to him. Accompanied by the lilting music of a secret sitar, Jane danced. Her swaying and turning, the tiny stamps of her bare feet and jiggling bells, her undulations, all revealed and then concealed the treasures that lay beneath the flowing cloth around her body. She slowly unfurled the sari to capture him, tucking the end of the long cloth into his trousers and spinning carefully away. The material unwrapped from around her waist until she stood in only a simple cropped white blouse and matching petticoat.
Philip moistened his lips, his eyes glued to her, watching the removal of both garments. Jane danced to the music that came from behind hidden screens, her body clothed only with gold belts, twinkling bracelets, and long necklaces. One by one, the jewelry was removed, except for five rings—the one on her left hand given as a symbol of their commitment, the one in her nose given as a gift of family, the two upon each second toe, and the one between her legs given as a blessing many years previously.
Naked, Jane approached the silent man and pushed him back upon the cushions. She crawled over him and tore open his shirt, her long red hair cascading over his chest as she pressed her lips against his neck. She grazed them across his nipples and journeyed down the center of his abdomen, rapidly ridding him of his trousers and eyeing the rigid, bobbing, wedding gift that awaited her.
"I am going to make love to you," Jane said hoarsely, her mouth engulfing his sweet organ.
Philip hissed, his fingers entwined in her hair as Jane took him deep into her mouth. She hummed to the music, enjoying the taste of his flesh and the velvety skin that caressed her tongue and cheeks. He gently pushed her away as his body stiffened with lust.
"I want to be inside you, you concupiscent nymph," he growled.
"Then take me." Jane traced her finger along the length of his thigh before straddling his waist. Philip threaded his fingers through her long, luxurious hair and pulled her head back while piercing her with his fleshy sword. She purred as his generous cock buried itself in the recesses of her womanhood, and hissed as he grabbed her hips to move her up and down his length. His pelvis met hers as they rocked together in a rhythm of lust. Without breaking the tempo, she swung her feet and legs to one side of his body, his hard shaft still embedded within her.
"This position is called The Swan," Jane panted, her body yearning for something more. "I want to feel you elsewhere. Somewhere deeper and more intimate. Take me to that place, husband."
Philip sat up and allowed his bent knees to fall to either side, pressing the bottoms of his feet together. He invited Jane to sit upon his rigid cock as their lips joined once again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her bottom lifted and supported by his strong arms, and moaned as he slowly guided her along his pole.
She threw her head back, calling out her pleasure as he nipped on her neck. "You feel so good inside me," she groaned. "More!"
Philip grinned and carried her to a bench that had been carved and polished until it gleamed in the light of the lamps. He pulled his cock from her body and placed her, face down, upon the long, tilted cushion. Her bent knees were settled in comfortable leather cups; similar to the loops of Usha's enema table. Jane wrapped her arms around the long bolster that supported her torso, and rested her cheek upon the end.
Her legs were spread wide, offering her delights completely to her new husband. Philip ran his hands down her back and across her bottom, tracing the faint remnants of bruising left from Rama's discipline. He pulled his hand back and smacked her sharply.
Jane lifted her head and looked back at him. Deny him nothing, she had been instructed.
"More. Spank me harder," she begged.
Philip obliged, crashing his hand against her stretched backside, and then ran the side of his hand up along the center of her moist flesh. He spanked her again, his hand leaving a delightful tingle where it had impacted.
"More!" Jane demanded.
His hand fell over and over again, covering every inch of her bottom with stinging slaps that served only to arouse her. One by one, each smack raised a crimson hue that was soothed only by the slow caress of his palm. She yipped as a new sensation traveled down her spine and between her glowing cheeks. Goosebumps rose across her flesh, tiny mountains prickling her skin, as the ice he'd taken from the fruit bowl ran along her flesh.
Jane moaned as his cock plunged in before being buried to the hilt within her. She opened herself to him, encouraging his possessive claim to her fragrant garden. His hard abdomen slapped against her tender nates, raising her need to a different level.
"I want you to go elsewhere," Jane forced out, through breathless pants.
"Tell me. Say what you want," Philip commanded, lunging deeply and holding himself inside. "Let go of English society. Unchain yourself!"
"Fuck me," Jane whispered timidly.
"Louder, Jane!" He smacked her sharply on the right cheek.
"Fuck me?" she croaked out, unsure of what he wanted. Usha's words, "Be bold in your needs, else he may never grant you fulfillment," shimmied through her mind. "Fuck me, Philip! Please!"
He pulled out halfway and buried himself back inside her. "Say it louder!"
"Fuck my arse!" Jane yelled, suddenly slapping her hand over her mouth. "Oh, my. I'm sorry! I—"
"Do you want me to fuck you, my sweet little courtesan?" The growling question was asked as he posed in readiness.
"Yesss…" she hissed, as he continued with his slow, taunting withdrawals followed by deep, powerful spearing. Stretching his arm to the table holding their food and drink, he lifted a small silver bowl and removed the lid.
"This is coconut oil and mint essence," he said, as he dipped his finger into the concoction before smoothing it gently around the edges of her winking pucker.
Jane held her breath as he placed the tip of his plum-shaped head at its center and firmly pressed until the tip was hidden by her flesh. Inch by inch, he slid inside her until he could go no further.
"Relax. Breathe and allow your body to accept me. You are so tight," Philip muttered, gripping her hips with his fingers as he stood between her splayed legs. "I'll go slowly," he reassured her, moving his cock carefully within her fleshy bottom.
Jane closed her eyes to the delirious sensation building inside her lower body. The fullness left by his propelling rod pulled her into a height of monumental pleasure she could not contain. She called out his name and demanded he not hold back his passion. He smacked her bottom with full strength, sending her over the brink.
Jane's scream of delight touched the ears of the Hindi Gods. She felt weightless, floating in an eternity of paradise as the body left upon the earth shuddered with love spasms. She sensed Philip releasing his
hot seed within her, but was too far detached to connect.
She drifted slowly back into the mortal realm when he slid his spent shaft from her and gently unwrapped her from the spectacular bench.
Chapter Five
"Janie?" Philip whispered, rousing her from sleep. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart, but I must go to the docks. A message arrived this morning. There was a fire in the warehouse district, and I need to check on our unit."
"Huh?" Jane sat up, wincing. In the past week, during which they had been celebrating their newly wedded bliss, he'd used her several times throughout each day, building to a level of unbridled aggression and demands. She had relished every bit of it but her body was still unaccustomed to such ardor. "Give me a minute to get dressed, and…"
"No. You are staying here. The docks are not safe. If it looks as though I won't be returning by tomorrow evening, I will have Rama come and retrieve you."
"Like hell you will. I am coming with you."
"I said no."
"This is my company too, Philip," Jane said with a frown, as she rose from the soft bed. "You cannot prevent me from assisting you."
Philip caught her upper arms with both hands and forced her to look up at him. "I love you, Jane. I will do anything to make you happy, except put your safety at risk. The answer is no. Do not defy me."
Jane's eyes narrowed as she stared up into his handsome face. Silence grew between them before she jerked away from his hold. She tossed a simple gown over her head, roughly brushed out her hair, and left the room without a word.
"Jane!"
"You promised not to abandon me again, and yet that's exactly what you are doing. We just got married too!" she shouted, as he stopped her in the center of the grand foyer.
"Lower your voice. This is the fact of life. Things happen that we cannot anticipate or control, and I need to be responsible for us, our company and our clients. I don't have time to argue with you right now. I love you."
Jane turned her cheek away from him as he bent to kiss her.
He sighed. "Very well. Behave like a spoiled brat. I will deal with that when I return. You have the choice, my darling. You can either improve your attitude, or stay grounded to your room for the remainder of the day."
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