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The Wedding Night 3/3

Ari took another drink of wine, to steady her nerves. And looked up as her husband re-entered the room.

He pulled her to her feet. “For our first time,” he said “I think we should keep things simple. But I would love it if you could remove your night clothes,” he added with a smile.

Her fingers trembled with the stays on her nightgown. It was ridiculous, there was no reason for her to be nervous. She had just seen into his very soul. She could bare her body for him.

“Let me,” he murmured, pulling out the stays. He lifted the shift over her head, leaving her completely naked before him. “Beautiful,” he breathed, stepping back to take her all in. He fell to his knees before her, burying his face between her legs, breathing in the scent of her arousal. “Please, please let me taste you.”

“Of course,” she said, running a hand through his hair. He stood and lifted her in his arms, placing her in the chair, where Lydia sat moments before.

“Thank you, my lady,” he said, kissing her thigh. “Thank you for becoming my wife,” another kiss. “Thank you for indulging my uniques tastes,” he ran his tongue down her centre and she arched her back.

“I watched you touch yourself,” he said against her skin, between kisses and licks. “Have you done that before?”

“Yes,” she moaned, without hesitation.

“What do you think of? Late at night, when you touch yourself?”

She gasped as his tongue entered her, she gripped the sides of the chair and started to move against his face. Her head fell back, her whole body was on fire.

“Nothing like this, I could never imagine anything like this,”

“No?” He slipped two fingers inside her and her body rose off the chair.

“Fuck!” She swore.

He laughed against her, swirling his tongue around her as he moved his fingers in and out.

The pressure inside her was rising, the pleasure radiating from her core was greater than anything she had ever felt.

“Let go, my lady, come for me,”

And she did. Waves of pleasure crashed over her and she gasped for breath. He licked her again and she clamped her thighs around his head. He laughed and sat back.

“It’s so sensitive,” she moaned, after a moment she sat up and looked at him. His cock was hard again.

“Do you… do you need pain to come?”

“No, I can enjoy boring sex in the dark too,” he winked.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean…” she turned away, blushing.

“No! You can always ask me,” he leant forward and grabbed her hands “You are my wife, my partner. You can ask me anything.”

“Thank you,” she closed the distance between them and kissed him, tasting herself on his lips. “Did I taste as good as you hoped?” She asked, surprising herself.

He groaned against her lips “You are the best thing I have ever tasted. Better than sweet peaches stuffed with marzipan.”

“You’re a liar!” She laughed.

“Never!” He moved into a crouch and lifted her off the chair. “Now, Viscountess Lockhart, it is late, and it is time for us to consummate our marriage.”

He stood, wrapping her legs around his waist, and holding her buttocks.

“I thought the bed would be more suited for this,” he said in her ear, walking back out to his bedroom. He laid her down on the covers.

“Make yourself comfortable,” he said, running a hand down his cock, and positioning himself between her legs as she lay her head back on the pillows. He took a second to admire her, her soft, beautiful body on soft, dark sheets. Her cheeks were flushed and her dark eyes stared up at him, innocently wide and expectant.

He ran his cock up and down between her legs, teasing at her entrance. “Are you sure you want this now?” He asked. “If it’s too late, we can do this tomorrow.”

She propped herself up on her elbows. “I don’t happen to find you very funny, my lord.”

He laughed and before she could speak again, he pushed into her. Ari swore and rolled her head back.

“Not very lady like,” he said, nipping her lips.

He slowly pulled out and slide back in, as slow as he could he moved in and out. “You feel incredible, my lady, I could do this all night. You’re so tight and warm around me.” He moaned into her neck.

Ari couldn’t find the words to reply, she could barely breathe. His slow movements were exquisite torture. His mouth was on her neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses down to her chest, he took her nipple in his mouth. Flicking his tongue over it, softly sucking. And moving to the other. He blew lightly over them, and she moaned his name, holding onto his shoulders.

“I’m going to teach you,” he breathed, as his pace slowly increased, “I’m going to teach you how to find pleasure in my toy cupboard. I want to crawl behind you and kiss your feet. I want to see you fuck yourself with a glass dildo.”

His pace was fast now, Ari could see the strain on his face, he didn’t want to hurt her but he holding back. Her legs pulled him closer as he moved in her. He was going faster, his breathing heavy.

“Come for me, now,” she whispered in his ear.

And on command, he did. He gripped the headboard and moaned up to the heavens as he came, his other hand holding her tightly. The bed shook with the power of it, and they both remained silent as he regained his breath.

He gathered her into his arms, keeping himself inside her as he pulled her onto his lap, burying his face in her auburn curls.

“Thank you,” he said into her neck. “Thank you, my perfect, beautiful wife, for allowing me to find my pleasure with you tonight.”

Ari ran her hands through his hair, sat on his lap her head was just above his, and it gave her a feeling of power she found she rather liked. She tightened her hand on his hair and the smallest moan escaped his lips. “You are most welcome, my darling.”

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The Wedding Night 2/3

“Now, boy, remove those clothes and present yourself,” Lady Lydia commanded. She removed her wrap, revealing a corset, tight around her waist, black leather boots and stockings tied above her knees. Everything was black and made to accentuate her curvy figure.

Ari watched as she pulled on gloves, up over her elbows and selected a riding crop, giving each one a few swishes through the air.

“Well done boy,” she said, pulling Ari’s attention back to the Viscount, now naked, kneeling up on the floor. His hands were laced behind his hand, exposing his body to the room.

And God, what a body. Ari knew he fenced and rode horses, but she was not prepared for the wonderfully muscled chest, pulled taunt by his uncomfortable position. A soft covering of hair covered his chest, which led down to… Ari swallowed. His cock and balls lay between his open thighs.

With each swipe of the crop, his cock twitched. Lydia smiled.

“You must be on your best behaviour tonight boy,” she said, beginning to circle him “if not, what will our special guest think of you?” She stopped by his side. “What do you say, boy?” She ran a hand through his hair and pulled his head back.

“Yes, mistress. I will be a good boy.”

“The best boy,” She stamped her heeled boot down in front of his cock. He barely flinched.

“Yes mistress.” He was still staring up at her adoringly, as her foot edged forwards squashing him.

“You may rub yourself against my boot, boy. Like a filthy little dog.”

“Thank you mistress,” he breathed. And began to bounce up and down on his heels, grinding himself against her.

Ari had stopped breathing. She had never seen anything like this before, never knew that men and women could take their pleasure like this. She took another drink of wine, to steady herself.

“If only your peers could see you, jumping my shoe like a bitch in heat,” Lydia let go of his hair and threw him back, he fell awkwardly, his erect cock standing tall.

“Oh my,” breathed Ari.

Lydia looked over at her and smiled. “Would you like a closer look?”

Ari nodded.

“Get up,” Lydia snapped. “To the cross,” she swiped across his well formed buttocks at he passed her. “No, silly boy, face me.” This swipe was harder and a moan slipped from his lips.

Lydia secured the cuffs at his wrists and ankles and stood back. She selected a leather ball gag from the cabinet and he opened his mouth on command.

“Come here, my dear,” she said softly.

Ari stood and walked forwards, Lydia laced her fingers through hers and placed her eye to eye with the Viscount.

“Here is you husband, my dear,” she purred, in Ari’s ear. “What do you think?”

He’s beautiful, thought Arabella. All muscle, pulled tight, and that cock, sticking out from his body. She had never seen one like this before, so hard and thick, twitching as the two women admired him. A warmth gathered between her legs as she looked him up and down.

“Touch him,” whispered Lydia, holding her hand and reaching out. Ari stroked down his chest, tracing his muscled abdomen. He twitched at her touch.

Lydia pushed her hand lower. “Take him in your hand, squeeze him,” their hands grasped him tightly and a deep moan was muffled by the gag. “And don’t forget to give the balls some attention.” She grabbed them hard. He groaned and beads of moisture appeared at the head.

Ari moved her hand up and down slowly, he was hard, she could feel him throbbing in her hand. But the skin was softer than she expected. She found she liked this feeling, to touch him while he could do nothing.

The Viscount had closed his eyes, and was softly moaning as his young wife worked his cock with agonisingly slow movements. With every stroke a small groan was heard through the gag.

“Be careful,” said Lydia, stopping her hand. “Men can come very easily, and this little boy,” she ruffled his hair “sometimes comes far too quickly. If that happens, our fun will be over too early.”

She led Ari back to the table and poured her another drink.

Arabella watched Lydia continue to tease her husband, running the crop up his thighs and swat him, blows landed on his legs, his hips, across his stomach and then his cock.

The warmth between Ari’s legs turned to an ache. She took another sip of wine, and settled back.

She moved a hand under her night gown, and found that point between her legs that offered release. She knew what to do, she had done it before, and she played with her fingers, slowly, teasing herself with her finger tips. As Lydia said, coming too soon would spoil the fun.

She watched the other woman continue to swat the leather crop across her husband. Red welts were appearing on his body, but his cock remained hard, despite the abuse rained down on it.

Lydia turned back to the cabinet and caught Ari’s eye. She paused for a second and smiled. She picked up a pair of small metal clamps, connected by a long thin chain.

“Do you see that?” She said to the Viscount, with a wicked edge to her voice. She rolled a nipple between two fingers, and pulled it out from his body placing a clamp on it. He screamed behind the gag, sagging against the restraints.

“Your wife likes this.” She plucked the other nipple, squeezing and pulling at it. His breathing was heavy but she didn’t take her eyes off his. “She’s been married to you for twelve hours and already knows what a pathetic little creature you are.” The second clamp was secured and he screamed again.

She placed a collar around his neck, thick leather with a metal hoop at the front. And then removed the gag. He breathed heavily and was barely able to stretch his mouth before Lydia pulled the hoop to make him face Arabella.

“Tell her what you are,”

“Yes mistress. I am a worthless piece of meat. I exist for the enjoyment of my mistress,”

“And now your wife,” she slapped his cock.

“And… and for the enjoyment of you, my wife. My own pleasure, my enjoyment is secondary to your own. I am not worthily to lick your boots.”

“Yes, she gets the idea, little boy,” she gave his balls a playful tug, and whispered in his ear. He looked Ari in the eyes as her fingers continued to work under her gown.

“If permitted by my new mistress, I will worship her cunt morning, noon and night. I will lick her, kiss her, and fuck her when she commands. Nothing she asks of me will be below me.”

Ari’s breath hitched in her throat. This was more than she could have dreamt of. Worries of a loveless marriage faded away with promises of pleasure whenever she so demanded it.

“Can I try the crop?” She asked.

“Of course,” smiled Lydia, watching the girl pull her hand out. She grabbed her wrist with a wicked smile, and lifted her Ari’s fingers. With her other hand she held the Viscount’s hair, “can you smell her?” She hissed in his ear. “This is the sweet cunt you will taste if you behave yourself and impress your lovely wife.”

He strained against her hand mouth open trying to lick Ari’s fingers dangling in front of his face.

“How does she smell, boy?”

“Like heaven,” he breathed.

The women exchange a look and Ari pushed her hand forwards. He took her fingers into his mouth hungrily, sucking them, licking them clean. She pulled them out and he whimpered. “Thank her.”

“Thank you, my lady.”

“Now, try the crop. Would you like this one, or a different one?”

Arabella glanced over the tray of crops. And selected one with a thicker head, a small heart cut into the centre. “I would like this one.”

“Excellent choice, now try a few swipes to get the speed right. Yes, just like like.” She held Ari’s hips and positioned her in front of the Viscount. “Aim for the thigh, like this, she mimed. Now do it quickly! A slow swat will not sting.”

Ari swung the crop and it made contact with his leg. A deep moan escaped his lips. She did it again, and again.

“See how much he likes it,” Lydia said. “We haven’t even touched his pathetic cock and it stays hard.” She ran her crop up and down it and swatted it.

“If you like, another day, we can try more toys, more whips and clamps,” she pulled on the chain between his nipples, it swung back and forth in time with his cock, twitching and leaking.

“But the hour draws late, and it’s time for my pleasure.” She undid the cuffs at his ankles then his wrists, and he fell to the floor. “The silly boy loses feeling in his legs if he stays on the cross too long. No don’t get up,” she pressed her boot on his back. She fetched a chain leash and attached it to the collar. She forced him to crawl on his hands and knees and led him to a rather unique chair.

Lydia removed her corset. She slipped out of her undergarments, and now she was naked save for her stockings, gloves and boots. She was unashamed in her nakedness, and after all Ari had seen that evening, it did not occur to her to look away.

She lay back in the chair, there were rests for her ankles, separating her legs. And she pulled the leash, forcing the Viscount up between her legs, pushing his head between her thighs .

“So what do you think, my lady?” She asked, making eye contact with Ari across the room. “You are still here. Would you like to see more?”

“Yes,” said Ari, moving her hand back under her skirts. “I would love to play with you again.”

“I think your husband would be delighted to have me for dinner.”

He laughed against her and she writhed around the chair.

Ari watched, mesmerised, as her husband pleasured Lady Lydia with his mouth. She lay back in ecstasy, moaning, and grinding against him.

Friends had whispered about acts of love like this. Stories of the pleasure that came from a man who chose to lick and suck on the most intimate parts of a woman.

Lydia was reaching her peak, running her hand over her own breast and pulling Nathaniel hard against herself as she came.

Ari couldn’t breathe.

“Would you like your turn?” Asked Lydia, without looking up.

“Yes,” she could barely speak.

Lydia stood, she removed the collar. And carefully unclamped his nipples.

“Well done, pretty boy, now clean yourself up before you look after your wife.” She kissed him and opened the door for him to leave.

“It was wonderful to meet you properly, my darling,” Lydia pulled Ari into a hug, despite her nakedness. She kissed each cheek. “He will be back in a moment, have another drink. You must call on me next week, let me know how it goes!” She pulled her on silken wrap, gathered her clothes and left with wave.

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The Wedding Night 1/3

Arabella trembled as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her lady’s maid had long since departed and she was building up the courage to walk the short corridor between her bedroom and that of her new husband Viscount Nathaniel Lockhart.

They had married that very afternoon, after meeting the previous summer, they had began to correspond over the winter and announced an engagement in Spring. And it all led to today, as Ari walked down the aisle and became Lady Lockhart.

She took a deep breath and threw her shoulders back, she was Lady Lockhart. And would face tonight with all the bravery she could muster.

The Viscount’s room was connected to hers through a doorway, and down a short corridor. She wrapped her dressing gown around herself, covering her thin shift, as she padded down the passage. She could see a soft light beneath his door and knocked softly.

It opened immediately and Nathaniel stood there, lit with the warm light of the fireplace. She had done well, her friends had said, the Viscount was just older than thirty. He was very handsome, with dark hair, deep blue eyes, and full lips, curved into a smile as he looked down at her.

“Won’t you please come in, my lady?” He bowed to her as she entered the room. “Could I share a drink with you? There is something I wish to discuss with you before we begin.”

Arabella followed his lead to take a seat by the fire. “Thank you my lord.” She took the glass of wine and took a deep drink, it instantly warmed her insides and she relaxed into the chair.

“Now, there is no other way to say this,” he said, perched on the bed, with his elbows resting on his knees. “I could not reveal this before we were wed… but my… tastes in the bedroom are not… Ari, I take it you have been told what takes place in the marriage bed? Your mother, your sister, they told you?”

Ari nodded. “Yes, my lord.” Her mother had given a rather flowery explanation involving euphemisms and too many words. Her older sister, already a mother to two little boys, gave a much more direct description of what would happen. With diagrams.

“Good, good.” He looked down at his hands for a moment, then back up at her.

“My lady I partake in pleasures beyond that normally enjoyed by a husband and wife. I… I have never had to explain this to someone before.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I enjoy pain my lady.”

“Excuse me?”

“Maybe it would be better if…” he stood and opened a door to the side of the room. He ushered in another woman, Lady Lydia Huxley.

Arabella stared. Lady Lydia was a young widow, wealthy in her own right, always with a suitor on her decorated arm. She was older than Ari, maybe even older than the Viscount, and she was beautiful.

And now she stood beside Arabella’s husband, dressed in a deep red dressing gown with loose brown curls across her shoulders.

“Good evening, my lady,” she said sweeping into the room and sitting beside Ari at the small table, as if they were meeting for tea.

Ari’s heart sank. She knew married men took mistresses. She had heard her own mother and father fight over the indiscretions with his own. She just did not expect to meet Nathaniel’s on her wedding night.

Her thoughts must have shown on her face.

“No, no!” Said Lydia. “I have just come tonight to help explain. To show you how your husband takes pleasure.”

“We will invite you into our world, if you do wish. If at any time you want to leave, and do not want to partake…” he glanced at Lydia. “This is a part of me. We will fulfil our duties to provide heirs for the estate, and I will organise a similar arrangement for your own pleasures. But my dear Ari, I cannot give this up.”

Arabella looked between them both, she chewed her lip, uncertain. “Show me,” she whispered.

“Excellent,” said Lydia, rising to her feet. She took Ari’s hand and pulled her into an embrace. She placed to soft kiss on her lips and slipped an arm through hers, leading her back towards the door she came through.

“Welcome,” she said, and stood back to let Arabella in.

It was a torture chamber. A sumptuous, velvet covered torture chamber. Ari gasped, taking in the display of crops, finer than those used on her horse.

Collars, leashes, harnesses, made of soft leather. A shelf of bulbous glass objects with flared bases. What was it all for?

She turned to a wooden cross in an X shape, with soft cuffs at each end. She ran a hand over the smooth wood.

“What…?” She murmured to Lydia, standing beside her.

“To hold the captive in place,” she replied, softly. “Like so,” she took each of Ari’s hands in hers and held them in place. “Then either the front or the back is exposed for all kinds of fun.” She breathed into Ari’s ear,

Arabella shivered, either from the filthy thoughts in her mind or the lovely woman pressed against her back.

“Ah, the viscount has decided to join us,” she dropped Ari‘s hands and turned to him.

“Now Ari, May I call you Ari? Wonderful. You may be as active in this as you wish. There is wine by the fire, if you just wish to spectate, or maybe you will feel brave enough to join in.”

“If you want to leave at any time, give the word and Lydia will escort you back to your room,” said Nathaniel. “Do you understand?”

“Yes my lord,”

“Wonderful,” he wrapped his arms around her and planted a soft kiss on her lips before she slipped away to the fire, getting ready for the show.