Her eyes went wide and she drew her cloak tighter around herself.
“And I am desperately tired, so please do not argue with me. Simply remove your garments and sit in front of me displaying your breasts.”
“Your Grace,” she said, “you said yourself that we were not yet man and wife. How can you ask this of me?”
“My Lady, you are mine, one way or the other. I have paid a fortune for you. You are either my slave or my wife, I do not care which, just remove your clothes!”
The anger in his voice was evident and she was afraid to prick his ire any further. She remembered her aunt’s words about him not hurting her unless she disobeyed him. Slowly, she unwrapped the cloak and let it fall off her shoulders.
His eyes watched her fingers as she unbuttoned the front of her gown. When she had unbuttoned it well past her waist, she slid it off her shoulders and allowed it to bunch around her middle. She sat looking at him, hoping for some sort of reprieve, but he simply nodded his head at her chest in a silent command for her to continue disrobing.
The corset was tightly laced under her breasts, and it took her a few moments to get the strings untangled so she could loosen the stays and unlace it. Finally, with his help, it was completely unlaced and it fell behind her against the leather seat squabs. The only thing left to remove was the thin cotton chemise, and as she looked into his face, she saw his hunger and knew that if she did not hurry and pull it down, that he would rip it right off of her. It was one of the new ones he had given her, and it was fine and soft against her skin. She did not want him ruining it. Quickly she slid her arms out of the sleeves and let it settle around her midriff. Her breasts were now free, jiggling up and down with the motion of the carriage.
She watched his face as his eyes drank her in. And felt cheap and tawdry like a sailor’s whore displaying herself. His eyes darkened with desire. There was something wicked behind his eyes, something evil, but it was also sensual and commanding. She could not help but look down at herself to see what it was he was seeing.
From above, she could not see the sumptuous, curving fullness made round like heavy globes that beckoned to be hefted and cupped. All she saw was the gentle slopes leading down to the pert nipples, the tantalizing pale undersides completely out of her view.
“Pull on your nipples,” he commanded.
“Pardon?”
“You heard me. Stop trying to defy me and do as you’re told. Use your fingertips and pull on your nipples!”
Afraid the head coachman would hear, and embarrassed that he should know what she was doing in the well-sprung coach, she reluctantly lifted her hands and moved her fingers over her nipples. She grabbed the very tips of her nipples and pulled them out, holding them away from her body.
“No, not like that,” he said gruffly. “Pinch them and keep pinching them, pull them and release them, over and over again.”
She did as he said and soon she felt a tightening in her groin and a peculiar warmth spreading in her belly.
“Yes, yes,” he said, “like that exactly. It’s amazing, the color actually changes with your arousal.”
Is that what she was feeling? But the thought that she could be lusting for him was preposterous. Yet she continued to tug on the tips of her breasts, making them tingle as she felt her womb tightening.
He sat and watched her play with herself for many minutes before telling her to cup a breast with each hand and to squeeze them together on her chest.
“Now, lick your nipples,” he said.
“Your Grace, my tongue will not reach.”
“Try it and you will be surprised to learn, that it will,” he said with a wicked smile.
She did as he asked and she found that she could just get the very tip of her tongue to touch the tip of her nipple if she held it high enough.
“Now the other,” he said, “make them both glisten for me.”
Again, she did as he asked, feeling vulgar and ashamed. She was beginning to realize that she was going to hate being his wife if these were the kinds of things he was going to require of her.
“Here,” he said as he knelt on the floor between the seats, “let me have a taste.”
He took her nipple deeply into his mouth and suckled on it, laving it thoroughly with his tongue while the fingers on his other hand plucked and pulled on the sensitive nub of the other breast. She felt molten desire flow through her veins.
“Nice, nice titties,” he breathed into her cleavage as he moved his mouth from one to the other.
She was getting hot everywhere, her blood was flashing through her system like lightning streaking through the sky with each tug of his lips on her.
Suddenly his hand snaked beneath her skirt and up through the edge of her pantalets. She felt his fingers on her thigh. “Spread your thighs,” he moaned in a husky voice. When she hesitated and did not do his bidding right away, he barked, “Now!”
Instantly, she let her legs fall open and he pushed her thighs wide apart. His fingers found her moist cleft and they entered her, separating her lips and digging for her tunnel. She felt his fingers inside her, thrusting in and out repeatedly. More than one she was certain. He stopped and withdrew them to tease and stroke her labial lips. His fingers gripped the slick lips and he plucked at them sending hot flashes and spiking waves of fluid though her. Then all too soon, his hand threaded its way out of the folds of her clothing. Both of his hands pulled her skirts up and her pantalets down and off.
His hands roved over her calves and then up her long legs, stroking the sides of her thighs. “You hardly have any hair on your legs, my dear, and what you do have is so fine you can hardly see or feel it, it’s so downy.” He massaged her firm outer thighs, working his way around to the smooth, soft, inner parts.
“Kick your shoes off and put your feet on the seat squab behind me, as far apart as you can get them.” When she didn’t immediately respond to him, he reached up and tweaked her nipple hard. “Obey me, dammit!”
She slipped her feet out of her new kidskin slippers and struggled to get them up onto the seat cushion across from her. He grabbed her ankles and placed them as he wished, and she realized that she was as splayed, and her womanhood as prominently displayed as it had been in the doctor’s office this morning. Fortunately, it was not as well lit now, as the sun was going down and the curtains on the carriage had been drawn for them.
It was as if he had read her mind, for he reached up with one hand, and jerked the curtains aside allowing what was left of the meager daylight to enter and illuminate her.
“So pretty,” he said as he watched the tips of his fingers toy with her tiny outer lips. He flicked his fingers back and forth until they opened for him and revealed the thinner, slicker inner lips protecting her wet dark channel. “Your knees,” he whispered, “pull them up and hold them. God I loved watching Lucien’s eyes eating you up this morning. He wanted you, I know he did.”
“And that made you happy?” she breathed harshly; for he was doing something wicked inside that felt wonderful.
“Yes. I was delighted with you. Hold your knees up high.”
She did as he asked, because now she wanted to, now she wanted him to touch her and for his eyes to devour her. When his head bent and his lips sought to taste her, she shivered and moaned and he gave a great laugh. He whispered hoarsely against her thigh as he placed a line of kisses alongside it, “I will break you in tonight for you are as lusty as I. ”
She threw her head against the seatback in shame as his lips latched onto her and he began in earnest to lick and suck her. His tongue feverishly delved into her tight channel before returning to lave the engorged nub plumping at the top of her slit.
He was very thorough in his explorations. He allowed his tongue free rein, he furled it and thrust it in
to her cavity, he pointed it and thrust it in as far up inside her as he could get it, he fucked her with his tongue until she thought she would go crazy from the sensations he was causing. When he felt the slight tremors begin and the little contractions building, he moved his mouth up her cleft to the secret cache and suckled on the throbbing nubbin he found there. It pulsated under his lips, and she went wild thrusting up against his mouth and using her hands to hold his face tightly against her.
He stayed with her and rode out her orgasm as it rocked through her. But he was careful not to touch the ultra sensitive nub again, once it had finished throbbing and retreated into its hiding place, he would not touch it again. She was too new at this, she would need recovery time and practice before she was capable of multiple climaxes.
He lightly lapped to cleanse her of her milky essence, then gently rubbed his face with its evening stubble along her smooth thighs before he sat back and looked at all the places his tongue had been.
“You are lovely my bride. And you play well; I can’t wait for you to get some experience. You are going to be a phenomenal lover. Ahh,” he said as he sat back against the bottom of the opposite bench, “What a display piece you are my dear. The best I’ve ever seen, and I’ve seen many.”
She knew she should be flattered, but somehow being told she was beautiful between her legs was not the same as being told she was beautiful of face. After all, how many people would ever know of this but him?
He helped her arrange her clothing and then they napped for a while as the coach bounced along on its way to the roadhouse.
They arrived at the inn shortly before midnight, as he had desired. His coachman woke the innkeeper and arranged for the innkeeper’s wife to prepare a light repast for them to take to their rooms along with a jug of ale for him and a flagon of wine for her.
After they had supped at the small table in their room, he helped her to remove her outer clothing. In the garderobe, she removed the rest and slipped her nightgown over her head.
When she came back into the main part of their room, she timidly walked toward the bed. Passing a series of candlesticks on the beside table, she paused to look at him. He was naked to the waist as he sat in the upholstered chair in the corner. His muscled, bronzed chest fairly glinted in the burnished light. His face was tilted and he was staring at her as if he could see right through her gown. She gasped and turned back to the candles and then looked down at herself. He could see right through her gown! Quickly, she scrambled up onto the bed, pulling the coverlet up over her.
He laughed heartily at her rash actions. “Not too hasty my dear, you still have a lesson to learn tonight.”
“A lesson?”
“Yes. I told you that on the journey to Thornhill, you would be required to learn three lessons. The first you will learn tonight.”
“What lesson is that, sir?”
“The pose of the Druid’s Mermaid.”
“Druid’s Mermaid?”
“Yes, did you not notice the coat of arms on my carriage?”
“Yes, I do remember that. There was a mermaid sitting on a large rock with a serpent coiled behind her in a large fanned clamshell.”
“Yes. You represent the mermaid, I represent the serpent and the clamshell is the family and hearth.”
“I am the mermaid?”
“Every Duke of Thornhill’s bride is the mermaid, every duke is the snake.”
“Not very flattering for you is it?”
“No, but it is of you. You must learn to pose as she does. Here, come sit on this stool, it will serve as the rock.”
“You are not serious.”
“I am more serious than death, Madam. Get yourself over here!” he snapped his fingers and she knew this was a signal not to be ignored.
She slid out of the bed and went to sit on the low ottoman.
“Remove your nightshirt.”
“I am wearing nothing beneath sir.”
“I am well aware of that. Remove it.”
“But we are not yet husband and wife.”
“We are by your church and I do not require the blessings of my church to see a woman unclothed. It is getting late and I am tired, do as I say so we can be to bed soon.”
When she just sat there, he leaned forward, grabbed the nightshirt by the collar and ripped it down the front.
Her loud gasp continued to echo in the room long after she had emitted it.
“I told you not to try me tonight. Just do as I say!” He dropped the tattered shirt to the floor leaving her sitting on the ottoman, looking down at the beautiful new cambric gown while wearing only a torn and elegantly embroidered sleeve.
“Now, I hope I have your cooperation, because I am getting most weary of your constant objections to my desires. Now pose as the mermaid for me. Entwine your fingers behind your head and thrust your breasts up and forward.”
She squirmed on the bristly horsehair ottoman as she met his eyes. He was tired, she could see it in his eyes, and it would be best not to try his patience anymore. She raised her arms, put her hands behind her head and laced her fingers.
“Good, now sit up straight and force your elbows back so your titties jut up and out.”
She made her back ramrod stiff and forced her rib cage out.
“Your elbows should not be facing front, make them point to the far walls.”
She forced them further out. She could feel her breasts lift even higher on her chest wall.
“Good, very good. That is the first part. It will be required of you often, so learn it well. Your eyes should not look so angered though, try to feign as if it pleases you to do this.”
“That sir, I am sure I will be unable to do!”
“We’ll, see. One day, you will do this of your own volition, of that I am sure.”
“I assure you Your Grace, that I will not!”
“As you say. Time will attest one way or the other. For now, do the second part of the pose.”
“What, pray tell, is that?”
He stood and walked around her then he repositioned the ottoman and sat down again in the chair just a foot away.
“You are not a mermaid, mermaids have fins that do not separate. However, you are a woman, and you have legs that do. I bid you to separate them and display yourself. Wide, mind you, this is the position you will assume to show submission. So I must see all.”
“Sir,” she spat at him, “you are loathsome!”
“Yes, that may indeed be, however, you are mine to do with as I please, and loathsome or not, I please for you to submit fully to me. So part your legs, your feet planted at least as far as your hips and your knees facing the same walls as your elbows.”
She stared at him as if she was in a mind-numbing fog until he yelled at her, “Do it!”
She did as he said, opening herself wide to his inspection of her. At that moment she loathed him more than she could imagine loathing anything or anyone.
“That’s better. Now one more thing, scoot your arse forward so you are sitting on the very edge of the seat, forcing yourself open even more.”
He watched her as she did so, and she saw his eyes flame with appreciation and lust. “Yes, yes, yes. You have it. That is the Druid Mermaid’s pose. That is it exactly. You have learned your first lesson well.”
He sat back in his chair and lifted his mug of ale from the table beside the chair. He put it to his lips and drank heartily, never once taking his eyes from her. He continued to stare and sip for several long, torturing minutes. Then his eyes moved up her body to her face. “You may need to practice. There will be times that you will be required to sit like this for upwards of an hour.”
“I cannot believe you would be so cruel as to require this of you
r lady.”
“Believe it, I will. Many, many times.” He stood and put his hand out for her to take. She removed her hands from behind her neck and put one in his and he pulled her to stand against him.
She felt the soft furry tickle and the heated flesh warm her as his chest pressed against her breasts, and for a single moment she was not so inclined to pull away. Then he set her away from him while he continued to look down at her breasts.
“You may retire now,” he breathed with some difficulty, “tomorrow night’s lesson will require more of you, for I am ready to receive my satisfaction, and it cannot yet be in the conventional way.”
Again his cryptic words stymied her, but even without knowing their true meaning, she knew that her second lesson would not bode well for her.
She went over and picked up what was left of her nightshirt and wrapped it around herself before crawling back into the bed.
“You may wear that scrap tonight, but in future, you will come to our bedchamber naked, naked except for your smile.”
He smiled benevolently at her, lifted a sardonic brow and nodded. Then he finished his mug of ale before removing the rest of his clothes and sliding in beside her.
She had made sure she was facing the wall and well off to the side of the bed, utilizing only the tiniest portion of space, so that he would not be tempted to accidentally touch her during what promised to be a long night.
Her mind would not let her sleep. Her life had changed drastically in these last twenty-four hours, and more surprises were in store for her. She had to endure two more nights of his ‘lessons’ before they would well and truly be married, and then she would have to endure endless nights of his touch. Long nights where he would force himself into her after using her body to tantalize all of his senses. Then he would spill his seed deep inside her. Not for the first time in her life, she wished she had been born male, with a rod and testicles between her legs, instead of the slimy wet slit he seemed so very fond of.
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