Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 431(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 287(@300wpm)
“Did I…pump out liquid like that when I…?”
“No.” He made his laugh gentle, so as not to hurt her feelings. “Only men ejaculate semen. It makes babies,” he added as he wiped it away. “When I’m inside you and I come, it can make a baby.”
“Oh. I see.”
He knew she was thinking again about putting that inside her. She continued to watch with undisguised curiosity as he went soft, little by little, reducing to a more reasonable size.
“I—I understand so much more now,” she said. “Thank you for showing me these things. And for showing me your…thing.”
“You can call it my cock, although I wouldn’t use the word in company. It’s something we can talk about privately, now that we’re married. And yours is called a pussy. Or a kitty cat. Or any other pet name I come up with in the future.”
“I’m certainly your pet now.” She flirted with him, batting her eyes. He loved that she was open to playful sexuality. At least for the moment. He worried about hurting her when he finally took her virginity, worried about how that might change her feelings toward marital intimacy.
“Indeed, you’re my pet, though if you’re too sassy about it…” He grabbed her and upended her, throwing her across his lap. He gave her a couple spanks over the top of her wedding shift. She kicked and yelped in protest but didn’t try to get away.
“I shall have to ask my friends how often they recommend spanking a new wife,” he teased.
“That would be entirely domineering of you.” She turned to look back at him. “I have it on authority they spank theirs far too often.”
“I imagine you’d like it.”
He smacked her arse again, not too hard. Just hard enough to make her fidget. It was so tempting, so terribly tempting, to give her a full, stinging spanking on her bare arse, but once he did that, he’d be hard as a rock again, and he knew where that would lead. He was already halfway there.
No, he’d save their first married spanking for another time. He righted her and tucked his cock back into his pants, then went to the fireside table for two glasses of wine. He handed her one and proposed a toast.
“To marrying someone you already know and love,” he said.
She clinked glasses. “To marrying someone you already know and love. I’m so glad about it.”
“Me, too.”
He thought, momentarily, of flicking some of the dark wine on the sheets, to put a stain there. He wondered if they’d come looking for blood in the morning, proof that he’d taken Elizabeth’s virginity.
Probably not. Thank God they’d evolved beyond such tests and rituals. It meant he could take things slow and build up Elizabeth’s confidence before he sacrificed her upon his cock’s altar. That was for the best.
It wouldn’t be easy to take things slow when she was so eager to please him, but all told, it was an excellent problem to have.
When they finished the wine, he extinguished the candles and changed into a nightshirt, leaving the generous repast for the servants to retrieve in the morning.
“Do you think it’s Christmas by now?” she asked as they climbed beneath the covers to sleep.
“It must be, surely.”
“Happy Christmas, then,” she said in her charming way.
He answered with a kiss, drawing her close. Her legs brushed against his as she settled into his arms. So sensitive, this one. So chaotically alive. “You’re my pet and my Christmas gift both,” he whispered. “Now go to sleep. It won’t do to look woebegone and pale when we see our guests at breakfast.”
She made a soft, amused sound. “I’m afraid how I shall look tomorrow. Everyone will know, won’t they, that we did intimate things together?”
“They’ll guess, but they won’t really know.”
“I suppose that’s all right.” Her voice grew drowsy with sleep. She placed her hand on his chest, just over his heart. “I hate to sleep, for that means our wedding day is over. I’m glad everything turned out so perfectly.”
May it continue so, he thought to himself. He didn’t doubt her for a second. It was himself he didn’t trust.
*
Elizabeth woke several times in the night, unused to having a man in bed beside her. August would soothe her back to sleep, cradling her closer in his arms. She dreamed of him then, of his scent and body, and the marital intimacies he’d shown her. By morning their legs were twined together and her face rested right against his.
She opened her eyes, blinking, to find him looking back at her. “How long have you been awake?” she asked softly.
“Long enough to know you’re adorable when you sleep. And restless.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“You needn’t be. We’re coming off a rather eventful night. And day. All of it has been…” He shifted beside her, then lay back a little. “How are you this morning?”