Blaise leaned over her, his eyes running the length of her body. "Yes, you are beautiful indeed." His hand followed the path his gaze had taken, gliding over her throat, down to her breasts, over the soft swell of her stomach and into the curls of her womanhood, then into the wet opening beneath.
Her heart thudded in her throat and it became difficult to breath. He had touched her there before, during the incident in her bedroom that lead to their engagement. With a bit of shame she admitted to herself she'd been longing for him to repeat the caress ever since. As though they had a mind of their own, her hips raised up to meet his exploring fingers, pressing against him and urging them deeper.
She dared a glance at his cock and it had grown even larger. She suspected what he intended to do with it next and she bucked against his fingers even harder. If his fingers felt this good, what would it be like with his long, firm member inside?
"Cassie, I am sorry, but I cannot wait any longer." Blaise removed his fingers from her passage and positioned himself with his knees were on either side of her hips. "I must have you, Cassie. Forgive me if this is painful. I promise, it will only hurt this one time."
Instinctively she lifted her hips to meet his and he slid his cock into her. She gasped at the intensity when he filled her completely.
Blaise stroked the hair away from her forehead and kissed her lips. "Please do not be afraid, poppet." He deepened the kiss and thrust into her.
It was painful, but only for a moment which was followed by intense pleasure created by Blaise's lips upon her own and the stroking of his manhood in and out of her. Their bodies joined together and fell into a natural rhythm. She watched his face as the intensity built to match her own desire. She clasped his shoulders and cried out his name just as he collapsed on top of her, spent.
"My little Cassie," he whispered against her shoulder, "you were simply perfect."
She turned to murmur a reply, but he was fast asleep.
Chapter Nine
Cassandra stretched along the length of the bed, her mind fuzzy from sleep and a most delightful, and naughty, dream. Drowsily she rolled over, reaching for another pillow, intending to slumber on.
Instead of a feather pillow her fingers landed on the hard chest of a man.
Her eyes flew open and a gasp escaped her mouth.
It had been no dream. She was indeed sharing a bed with Colonel Blaise Sinclair.
"Good morning, Cassandra." The knowing look in his eyes and the smolder in his smile told her all she needed to know about what had indeed happened the night before.
She shrieked and sat up in the bed, realizing too late she was naked, then diving under the covers.
"Was our first night as husband and wife so unremarkable you have already forgotten we are married?" Blaise teased, pulling the covers back to reveal her nude form.
"No," she said, curling into a ball in hopes of hiding her nakedness from his gaze. "I remember now." A blush warmed her face and she looked away, unable to meet his gaze.
Blaise ran his fingertip along her hip. "I believe you need another reminder that we are man and wife." His finger trailed down to her knee and then up the inside of her thigh, sending a delightful tingle throughout her body. "Don't you agree?" He nudged her legs apart and slipped his finger into the folds of her sex before lowering his mouth to encircle one of her breasts between his lips.
His touch vanquished her plan to shield her body from him and she pressed against him, desire casting out all remnants of sleep and filling her with longing. Although their first coupling had been most pleasurable, Cassandra instinctively knew it was only a sampling of the wanton pleasures her husband could teach her. Of course it was most unladylike to give in to her base desires.
Perhaps ladylike behavior was overrated.
"Yes," she said, stroking her hands down the length of his muscled back and clasping the globes of his buttocks. She spread her fingers across his flesh and squeezed.
Blaise paused in his attentions to her breasts and held her eyes with his gaze. "You have become very bold in a short time, little Cassie."
She pulled her hands away. "My apologies. I do not know what has gotten into me."
Blaise replaced her hands on his bottom. "My body is yours to explore just as yours belongs to me."
Encouraged, Cassandra brought her hands to the front and caressed the length of her husband's cock, the way he had taught her the night before. With her hand wrapped around the shaft, she gave a gentle squeeze which was rewarded by a sudden inhalation by her husband followed by a moan against her breast. She quickened her pace and noted the affect it had, then smiled to herself, delighted she could pleasure him.
"Cassandra, you are a vixen." In a swift movement he rolled over and lifted her to straddle his hips, her naked body fully exhibited for him. He bent his knees and tilted her to lean against them, then inserted both thumbs into her womanhood, pulling the lips back to expose the rosy folds of her sex. With one thumb he plumbed the depths of her passage while the other explored stroked the bead at the apex of her opening. Cassandra squirmed and reached behind to grasp his calves for support, and in doing so, opened her sex even further to his view.
Passion darkened his eyes. "Touch your breasts, Cassie."
"What?" She raised up from her reclining position and stared at him.
"You heard me, Cassandra. Touch your breasts."
"B-blaise," she whimpered. "I cannot."
He pressed both thumbs into her canal and stroked in and out, just like he had with his cock hours before. "I want you to touch your breasts for me, Cassie."
Tentatively she let go of his calves and brought her hands to cover her breasts.
"Good girl. Now, I want you to pinch your nipples."
She gave one nipple a tiny pinch.
Blaise's thumbs pumped faster in her passage and she could feel his cock straining against her thigh. "Have you ever touched yourself like that before, little Cassie?"
Shamefully she remembered her explorations of her body and the pleasure she had given herself. She looked away but answered truthfully. "Yes."
"Show me how you like to touch yourself."
Slowly she returned her gaze to his face. Though his expression was stern, his eyes were filled with affection. "Now, Cassandra. That's an order."
Eyes closed, she tugged both nipples, stretching and pinching. What must Blaise think of her debauchery?
Yet, she wanted to please her husband. She covered both breasts with her hands and squeezed. Opening her eyes, she watched his reaction. His eyes darkened and he reached up to stroke his thumbs over her bottom lip. "Taste yourself." When he gave the order, she felt his cock pulse.
She ran her tongue across her lip, tasting the flavor of her femininity.
"Have mercy!" Blaise gripped her hips and lifted her just above his hardened shaft. "I promise someday I shall make love to you slowly and deliberately, but I simply cannot wait any longer, my darling Cassie." He slid her down over the length of his cock and proceeded to thrust upward into her sex with such force and abandon Cassie had to grip his wrists to steady herself.
He filled her so completely she cried out then rode his cock until they both exploded with the pleasure of it.
After a moment for them both to come out of the haze of passion, he moved her to lie in the circle of his arms, his body folded around hers like a protective cocoon.
***
When she woke again the sun shone through the windows. She reached across the mattress for Blaise but she was alone in the bed. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and glanced around their room. No sign of him.
Cassandra sat on the edge of the bed, suddenly very alone.
Of course she could not expect him to spend every moment with her, and he had mentioned some business which needed his attention, but after the intimacy of their wedding night, waking to find his side of the bed empty jabbed at her heart.
She dressed and realized she was quite hungry. Looking back, it ha
d been more than a day since she'd eaten. Did she dare to ring for food? She had no money. Was she permitted to add an expense to Blaise's bill? Ought she to wait for him so they could eat together?
She searched the room for a note from him indicating his intentions and whereabouts. Finding none, she decided to put her needs before his, since that was obviously what he had done. No, she certainly would not wait around for him to give her permission to eat.
After the closeness they had shared, it hurt to think he'd abandoned her so quickly. She'd heard whispers of married men who kept mistresses. Was Blaise such a man?
She hated to think about it, but he clearly had experience making love. She imagined him with other women and wanted to scratch their eyes out.
With her hat firmly pinned in place, she prepared to leave. Whether she ate or not, she would not sit around like a lap dog waiting for Blaise to return. She'd show him.
She squared her shoulders with determination and reached for the doorknob.
The door swung open before her hand touched it. Blaise, laden down with packages entered the room. A maid carrying a tray of food followed.
The maid worked quickly and soon a beautiful breakfast was spread on the sideboard. "Thank you," Blaise excused her with a few coins slipped into her palm.
When they were alone Blaise appraised her with his eyes. "Were you going out?"
"You left me. How was I to know what to do?" She defended against the accusation in his tone.
"You were sleeping so soundly, I did not expect you to wake before I returned. I apologize if I worried you."
Cassandra swiped at the tears threatening the corners of her eyes.
"Why are you crying, Cassie?" Blaise said softly, cupping her chin in his hand.
Her lips quivered and she fought against the wave of emotion building inside. "I don't know."
Blaise tipped her chin up until her eyes met his. He didn't say a word, though his stern expression said plenty. "Did you think I had abandoned you? Simply left without a care for your well-being?"
A single tear slipped from her eye and meandered down her cheek. "You weren't here. I did not know what to think."
"But you obviously thought something, and it doesn't seem like whatever it was flattered me, is that right?"
"Yes," she said, her voice a shame filled whisper.
Blaise released her chin and turned away from her. Her heart plunged to her feet. If he hadn't planned to abandon her before, he certainly must be now.
When he turned back to her, the hurt look in his eyes stabbed at her heart. "I thought you promised to trust me, Cassandra."
His use of her full name gave her pause. "Y-yes, I did."
"And is assuming I have abandoned you a sign of trust?"
She felt lower than a piece of mud on a shoe, but she answered. "No, it is not."
"Do you not believe I want to take care of you? Be a good husband to you?"
By now more tears streamed down her cheeks and Cassandra felt her whole world slipping away with them. "I am sorry," she whispered. "I have spoiled everything."
Blaise gathered her in his arms and pressed her tear streaked cheek to his shoulder. "Hush now. You have not ruined everything. We just need to work more on trust."
She snuffled into his jacket and then looked up at him. "How does one work on trust?"
He unpinned her hat and set it on a table, then deftly removed the pins from her hair. "I have promised to take care of you. Now I must fulfill that promise."
"By taking down my hair?" Cassandra tried to push the unruly curls away from her face.
"You are mine to take care of and that is what I intend to do." He worked the fastenings at the back of her dress and lowered it for her to step out of.
His actions confused her. How could standing around in her undergarments build trust? However, she had nearly botched everything with her doubts, so she kept quiet.
"First," Blaise said and lead her to the table, "you need to have a proper breakfast." Once she was seated he picked up her napkin, but rather than placing it in her lap, he crafted a blindfold from it.
She stiffened when she realized his intention. "Remember, Cassandra, you must learn to trust me."
She breathed deeply and worked to focus her tempestuous thoughts.
With hands clasped in her lap, she listened while Blaise moved about the room. Based on the sounds, she assumed he was getting himself breakfast. Her stomach rumbled and she licked her lips.
Blaise moved a chair to sit right next to her. "It is important to eat properly, don't you agree, Cassie?"
Was he taunting her? Would she be forced to sit blindly by while he enjoyed a luscious breakfast? She inhaled deeply—all her favorites—their aroma filled her nostrils and she licked her lips.
Without her sense of sight, her other senses were heightened and she recognized the sound of Blaise cutting food on his plate. She imagined a thick slice of bacon and her mouth watered.
A soft tap on her lip caught her attention. "Open please," Blaise said. When she complied, a delicious piece of bacon was placed upon her tongue. She smiled around the morsel of food. "Thank you," she said.
"Did you think I would deny you food? Did I not just tell you that I intend to take good care of you?"
***
It pained his heart when Blaise realized Cassie thought he would enjoy breakfast and not allow her to do the same. She was so different from all the spoiled, entitled, bratty young women of his acquaintance.
Next he sliced an apple and held it under her nose and watched her delicate nostrils flare with recognition of the scent before offering her a bite. A trickle of juice slipped along her chin. He kissed it away.
He continued feeding them both, watching her face relax as she realized he would indeed take care of her needs.
When they finished, he dabbed a napkin to the corners of her mouth. Her small smile filled him with warmth as he helped her from her chair.
She moved stiffly as he guided her away from the table. "Relax." He swatted her bottom and followed with a soft squeeze.
She giggled and gripped his arm. "I am not used to being lead around."
"Yes, usually you are the one leading. It's time to learn to follow my lead."
Her pink tongue slipped over her lips nervously.
He tugged at the ribbons holding her undergarments in place and watched her gasp as they fell to the floor.
For a moment he studied her nude form, so creamy and delectable. Memories of their couplings the night before stirred his libido and his cock strained against his pants. He wanted nothing more than to bend her over the side of the bed and ram his cock into her tight little pussy and listen to her moans of pleasure.
But first things first.
He dug through the stack of purchases he'd made that morning and pulled out a pair of pantaloons, split in the centered and gathered at each ankle with layers of lace. He slipped the garment over his bride's bare feet and up the creamy length of her legs, skimming his fingers along the tender flesh of her inner thighs.
Cassandra clasped his shoulders to steady herself, a soft blush on her cheeks. "Pantaloons? I've never owned a pair."
"I want my wife to have pretty things," he whispered in her ear. Cassandra sighed and leaned against his body. Unable to resist, he slipped his arms around her from behind and cupped her breasts in his hands, using his thumbs to tease the pink tips of her nipples. In response, she ground her pantalooned backside against his groin.
He slipped his hands inside the opening of her new undergarments and caressed the smooth globes of her backside, pulling them apart and pressing a thumb against her puckered bottom opening. "Do you remember when I touched you here while we were in the stable?"
Her breath quivered through her body. "Yes," she whispered huskily.
"I am going to do more than use my thumb this time." She gasped and he kissed her shoulder. "Do you trust me?"
In answer she pressed her backside into his hand.
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br /> "Good girl," he whispered against her shoulder blade.
***
Anticipation fluttered in Cassandra's stomach. Well she remembered their interlude in the stable. She'd felt shameful and thrilled and she was glad her eyes were covered so Blaise might not see the hunger in them.
Much as it was difficult to adjust to being unable to see what was happening, Cassandra took comfort in it. Completely at Blaise's mercy, she gave up any semblance of responsibility for her actions.
The silky fabric of her new pantaloons enticed her legs and brushed against the sensitized lips of her sex. Her husband's hands skimmed the delicate flesh of her back and shoulders before returning to work her rear end.
Without the option of gazing about the room or even glancing over her shoulder at Blaise, all her attention focused on his touch. His hands were strong yet she knew they could be tender as well. Her anxieties melted away while he plundered the slickness of her female passage. "Little Cassie, you are so wet. I believe you enjoy being blindfolded, do you not?"
"It is more enjoyable than I expected it would be." She gasped when he touched the nub of her desire and massaged it with his fingers until her legs quivered. As she moved closer to the edge of climax, Blaise coated her bottom opening with the slick juices of her sex and worked his thumb slowly inside.
He bent her over the edge of the bed and separated the moons of her backside. "Relax, Little Cassie." The head of his manhood touched the opening where his thumb had been and pushed forward. Cassandra braced herself against the bed and focused on loosening the muscles of her bottom while her husband entered her opening there. Slowly he filled her and she moaned with the pleasure of it.
Blaise paused to allow them both to become accustomed to the sensations assaulting them and then proceeded to stroke in and out, building tempo with each movement. Cassandra clutched the bedclothes in her fists and muffled her cries of pleasure in the mattress.
Where their couplings of the night before had been intimate, the plundering of her backside exemplified an entirely new level of not just intimacy, but a feeling of being owned, possessed, of totally belonging to her husband.
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