An Unacceptable Arrangement (8 page)

Just then her husband stood and turned off
the record. She was panting now, collapsed back against the
loveseat and looking up at him, shocked that he had elicited such
feelings from her within just a few short minutes. If this was what
making love felt like, she wanted more! He helped her up and led
her to their room, which was aglow with candlelight. He led her to
his bed. It was enormous, and she looked back at him nervously.
Frederic soothed her with a kiss and began to unbutton her dress,
but she stopped him.

“Perhaps we should get Liesl,” she said to
him weakly. She had several layers of clothing on, too many for a
gentleman to navigate. “I could come to you once I am ready.”

Frederic paused and took a breath, letting
his heart rate return to normal. He put his hands around her waist
and smiled at her. “Whatever you are most comfortable doing,
darling. Don’t take long.”

Her bedrooms were next to his and she found
Liesl waiting to help her disrobe. She flushed; the woman would
know what she was about to do. She longed for a moment to just
clear her head, but Liesl was all business as she readied her
mistress for her wedding night. Cassandra was quickly undressed and
then sat at her vanity naked as Liesl removed her combs and let
down her long hair. Unpinned it hung down to her waist. Once her
hair was brushed, she was then put into her thinnest wrapper.
Cassandra looked around for one of her nightgowns but Liesl shook
her head no.

“You go to your husband on this night as you
were born,” she instructed her mistress. Cassandra flushed.

“Do not be shy, Mistress. You have a
beautiful body; your husband should enjoy it very much.” Cassandra
looked at her; no one had ever spoken to her like that.

“Do.... Do you really think so?” she
asked.

“Of course, Madam. Now go to your husband.”
Liesl turned Cassandra around and walked her to her husband’s suite
and knocked on the door, then departed.

Frederic answered
the door looking most handsome in a silk dressing gown. Smiling, he
held his hand out and led his wife inside. The dozens of candles in
his room were flickering away brightly. While romantic, Cassandra
found the glow too bright.

She indicated the candles beside the bed,
“Could we blow out a few, my lord?” she asked her husband, her
voice quivering with nerves.

He smiled and shook his head no. “I very much
wish to look upon you, my wife.” Cassandra flushed as her husband
pulled her to him and kissed her until she was breathless. As he
led her to his bed, Cassandra began to tremble and soon was shaking
so hard her teeth began to chatter. Frederic stood facing her and
began to kiss his new wife more gently. Cassandra quickly forgot
her nerves and melted into his embrace. He stopped and looked into
her eyes. She felt her lower lip begin to quiver and buried her
face in his neck to hide the tears. Frederic held her, feeling
incredibly protective of his inexperienced bride.

“I... know... I mean... I don’t know... what
to do,” she whispered in his ear. “I have...heard... things, but
I’m not exactly certain...”

“Of course you are inexperienced, my precious
wife. That is how a bride comes to her groom. I promise I will go
slowly, Cassandra. Nothing will happen that you don’t want to have
happen.” Cassandra found his soft murmurs to be most soothing. She
began to relax in her husband’s arms. “You must trust that I want
nothing more than to give you the greatest pleasure. I will teach
you all that you need to know. You just need to lie back and open
yourself to me – your body, your soul and your mind."

Frederic’s hand slid into the opening of her
robe and soon he was holding a full, soft breast with a nipple that
was quickly hardening in the palm of his hand. His Cassandra was
very responsive indeed, even if she was not yet aware of that fact.
He gave her a moment to become accustomed to the feeling of his
hand on her bare skin and then he used his other hand to undo the
tie on her robe, which fell to expose her entire body. He squeezed
her breasts and then held her to him and rubbed her back as she
began to moan. As her arousal grew, he easily lifted and held her,
luxuriating in the feel of her skin against his, rocking her back
and forth for a moment. Then he laid her down on the bed and looked
down upon her. Her breasts were round with coral nipples that
pointed up towards him, eager for his attention. Her eyes were
glazed and her lips parted as she looked up at him. He climbed onto
the bed and sat back, then parted her knees to gaze upon her
womanhood. Exposed to his gaze was the most exquisite femaleness
that he’d ever laid eyes upon. Her soft ginger curls left her
charms most visible to his eager eyes.

Cassandra raised her arm and covered her
eyes, embarrassed that he was looking upon a part of her body that
she herself had never seen. As Frederic parted her nether lips, he
smiled. Her little clit was pointing up at him as saucily as her
nipples, begging for his attention. The tang of her building
excitement tickled his nostrils and he inhaled deeply, reveling in
the scent of her. He lowered his head to her and pressed his lips
upon the delicate tissue. His tongue snaked out and he pressed the
point against the tip of her clit. Cassandra jerked as she suddenly
felt a tongue in so private of a place. She froze, trying to become
accustomed to the feeling and then began to move as that tongue
insinuated itself into her innermost nooks and crannies, seeking
out her excitement.

As he loved her with his mouth, she began to
feel a lassitude come upon her and she opened herself wider. Her
husband continued to nuzzle and lick her between her legs; she
didn’t recall Paulette saying anything about something like that
happening, but it felt very nice indeed! Suddenly all of her nerve
endings seem to gather in that very private spot and her excitement
began to build. She wanted... more. She... wanted... She began to
feel frightened as the intensity grew. What was happening?
Cassandra whimpered as she felt herself losing control. She tried
to wriggle away but her husband held on firmly to her thighs and
kept licking. The building excitement culminated in an explosion
inside her head as she cried out. Her cunny spasmed in a wave of
pleasure she’d never thought possible.

When she opened her eyes her husband was on
top of her, his manhood pressing into her cunny. She hadn’t even
felt him begin to enter, but then he pressed further. Before she
could cry out, he had broken through her barrier! It had hurt
sharply but just for a moment. Her husband leaned down to kiss away
her tears.

“There, there, precious one. It is over.
There will be no more pain, I promise.”

Cassandra looked up at him, into his eyes.
She felt her heart begin to stir. This man had claimed her. She now
belonged to her new husband. Frederic held his position for a few
moments before beginning to move again gently. Cassandra froze but
after a few strokes found herself instinctively moving against him.
She felt the last vestiges of her fear and discomfort melt away and
she opened herself fully to Frederic, wrapping her legs around him
and opening her lips to allow his questing tongue to enter her
mouth.

The feeling of being filled by this man was
indescribably wonderful. He had claimed her as surely as if he’d
branded her with his mark. She moaned again and began to buck
against him. Why, sex was wonderful! She could do this forever.
Suddenly her husband’s movements became more intense and he gripped
her almost painfully and thrust hard. He too cried out and then
continued to pump until he exploded inside of her, bathing her
insides with his seed.

Cassandra sighed with contentment as her
husband pulled out and then laid back and gathered her into his
arms. Her head lay on his shoulder and she once again nuzzled his
neck.

“Are you all right, darling? It did not hurt
too very much, did it?” he asked.

“Just... just for a moment but actually it
was mostly wonderful! Can we do it again?” she asked in all
innocence.

Frederic chuckled and cuddled her closer.
“Yes my love, we will do it often. But first a bit of a rest.”

They snuggled closely and Frederic covered
them with blankets. Before either of them realized, they were
waking to the morning light coming in the window. Cassandra lay
next to her new husband. He was curled up behind her and she loved
the closeness. But then she felt the need to use the water closet.
Rolling to her stomach, she reached over the side of the bed for
her robe, which had fallen on to the floor. As she lay on her
stomach, Frederic sat up and looked at his bride’s buttocks in the
light of day. They were quite bruised and battered. He didn’t move
as she struggled into her robe and then headed towards his
bathroom, but upon her return she found him sitting on the edge of
the bed blocking her from climbing back in.

He leaned back on the bed, staring at her.
“Remove your robe, my darling,” he ordered in a deep, hypnotic
voice.

Even though he had looked upon her body in
their bed the night before, Cassandra flushed at the thought of
standing naked before him in broad daylight. She felt unkempt and
unattractive. If she’d had a clue as to how much her husband was
enjoying her sexy, tousled look, she would have basked in his
adoring gaze. Instead, she silently scolded herself.
You belong
to him now and he can look upon you in whatever way he wishes. He
IS your husband after all.
She locked her eyes on to his and
slowly undid the belt at her waist, flushing with embarrassment as
she opened the robe inch by inch.

Frederic found himself holding his breath. He
had been entertained at the great burlesque halls of Europe but he
had never seen anything as tantalizing as his highborn bride
reluctantly, obediently baring herself to his gaze. Finally he was
able to catch a glimpse of nether lips that were visible through a
light sprinkling of ginger curls and then pretty coral nipples. He
stared unashamedly, enjoying his wife’s shy striptease very much.
Her robe opened completely and his eyes roamed over her body,
captivated. Her breasts were beautiful, round and full. She had the
palest skin he’d ever seen. Her pretty little nipples were as hard
as two little pebbles and pointing at him, begging once again for
attention. She lowered her arms and the silk robe slid off and fell
at her feet. She kept her head lifted and did not look down. For a
moment she stole his breath away with her courage and her composure
but as he looked closely, he could see that she was beginning to
once again shake with nerves.

“Come to me, beloved,” he ordered. She walked
on tiptoe, her pretty little titties bouncing as she came towards
him. He stood and took her into his arms.

“So exquisite, so beautifully formed. I am a
very fortunate man,” he murmured. She let out a breath in response,
a faint sob. She’d longed to hear him say it.

He stood in front of her nude, then, so she
could look upon him. He had kept himself in fine shape. Cassandra
ran her hands over his collarbone and shoulders. “So wide, so
strong,” she whispered, taking him in. Her new husband was better
endowed than most men, but he knew she did not have any basis for
comparison. She was taking in the sight of him as avidly as he had
stared at her. He had a sprinkling of light brown hair on his
burnished chest and she ran her fingers through it down to his
tapered waist. Her hands traveled down his slim hips and then ever
so delicately they tickled at his scrotum and stem. He gasped and
almost doubled over, his arousal at her touch shocking him. He was
fully erect now and straining towards her, wanting to claim her
once again.

He stepped forward until he was up against
her and kissed her deeply, and then grabbed her buttocks with his
hands, squeezing. She groaned at the painful sensation and stepped
back, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. But he held fast.

“Ho, what is this? What have we here?” he
asked, pretending that he was becoming aware of her wheals for the
first time. Cassandra looked up at him in horror; he had felt her
welts! Now he would know her secret.

Frederic sat back down on the bed and before
she knew what was happening she found herself lying over his lap,
hands and toes grappling for purchase on the floor. He began to
stroke her buttocks from top to bottom. He let his fingers roam
over her cheeks, dancing lightly over her welts. There were dozens
of ridges, some large, some smaller and several blisters where the
tips had hit. The birching she’d endured had definitely been recent
and severe.

“How did you come by these, little one?” he
asked. She squealed and bucked as he pinched a particularly vivid
welt. She looked back at him over her shoulder and nervously
explained.

“My... my father chastised me the day before
yesterday, sir.”

“With what?”

“Wh... what?”

“What implement did he use on your beautiful
behind, my dear?”

“He... he birched me, Sir,” she whispered,
then hid her face in her hands.

“On the bare?” he asked.

“Yes,” she whimpered, ashamed to admit
so.

Frederic closed his eyes, imagining Cassandra
letting down her drawers and lifting her skirts, exposing herself
for her father’s chastisement. He almost came at the image but
pulled himself back from the brink.

“Your crime?” he asked.

“Disobedience... and... and sassiness, my
Lord,” she replied, her voice choking with shame.

“Punishable offenses indeed,” he tsked,
manfully keeping a chuckle from his voice. He then maneuvered her
slightly forward so that he could look upon her little cunny. He
spread her legs apart and studied her nether lips. Those, too, were
welted. He began to stroke the lines he found there. “Even here you
were struck?” he asked with awe, awaiting her reply.