On arrival in his personal chambers he found himself looking around with a slightly jaundiced eye - realizing that despite his preferences, some changes would have to be made to accommodate a wife's particular needs. It would not be a problem at the Manor - he'd been inhabiting his father's chambers for some years and she could move into his mother's rooms which adjoined without much need for update, making a mental note to have his Majordomo see to having the rooms made habitable at once. He would probably plan to return to the country estate once the Holiday Season was over. Meanwhile however there were balls to attend, holiday fetes and salons to arrange and she must be presented at court. But the next few days were his alone and he could begin her training - gentling and breaking her like he would a new filly. Then, if she was less biddable and trainable than he first thought, they would go directly to the country. People might talk but they would talk about a lovestruck, newly wed husband and his bride fleeing the rigors of a holiday at court to be alone together. If she was swelling with his seed the next time they appeared so much the better.
Shrugging off his suit coat and loosening his ascot he looked at the lovely young girl standing in the middle of his room trying very hard not to look at the bed. Should he call his man or just....no, he thought. He knew he was perfectly capable of undressing himself, even if dressing himself sometimes required some assistance with tying his four-in-hand or settling his frock coat impeccably on his shoulders. He also knew that if he undressed himself, his butler would 'magically' claim all of his clothing for laundering or any other necessary attention before morning dawned. He WAS expecting their dinner to be delivered but none of his staff would bat an eye regardless of what was occurring in his chambers at the time - they'd been specifically chosen for loyalty and discretion and were well paid to maintain both states. Even as he thought such thoughts he had strolled in front of the fireplace, enjoying the wealth that allowed for a wood fire instead of the more typical coal fire.
Using the jack he pried his calf length boots off, finally sitting down on the settee in order to finish pulling them off, tossing them casually into a corner when he noticed that his new bride still had not moved except to clench her hands tightly together at her waist.
"Allys, come here."
He immediately heard the soft, silken rustle of her skirt and petticoat as she moved to stand beside him. Taking her by the hips he moved her to stand directly in front of him between his legs. Leaning back against the cushion behind him he stared at the petite red-head for a moment.
"Allys, you enjoyed what happened in the coach earlier."
It was a statement and not a question and did not appear to require an answer from her. Still, she flushed - lowering her eyes and nodding her head.
"Look at me!" He snapped.
Startled her wide eyes flashed to his face.
"Better..." He moved his thighs so that the only things separating their flesh was their clothing. He could feel her trembling and knew that she could feel the heat of him.
"And you want me to do it again......and more besides." He continued as though there had been no interruption.
"M-m-more, Ronald?"
"Oh yes, m'love......considerably more. First things first however. I have some rules for you. Rules to govern my wife's behavior. Men do this so that their wives behave in a manner that pleases them. I know your father has rules for your mother doesn't he?" Waiting until she nodded her head to continue, "Therefore, rule number one is always to do as you're told without argument or backtalk. Do you understand?" Again she nodded, her eyes never leaving his face now. "Rule number two is that within these chambers you are NEVER to wear clothing again unless we are dressing to go elsewhere. Is THAT understood?"
She nodded and he stretched out his legs, drumming his fingers impatiently on one thigh, "Well then my dear?"
Her eyes flashed around the chamber but whether looking for escape or assistance he knew not and cared less. "You're trying my patience my love."
If he'd read her correctly, then the mere act of obedience to his 'demands' and rules would relieve her of much of the sense of guilt and sin instilled in her by her parents, although he suspected that she possessed enough fire and spirit to make an occasional 'discipline' session necessary. He felt his cock harden at the thought and shifted uncomfortably where he sat. As he did her hands tried to lift to her back and he realized her difficulty. The cut of her gown prevented her from raising her arms far enough to unfasten her gown.
"Turn around, Allys."
She did so, promptly, although hobbled somewhat by her skirts and the proximity of his legs and he immediately began to undress her, unfastening her bodice and untying the various layers of skirt, bustle, petticoat until she was standing between his legs shivering in corset, stockings, boots and ribbon garters.
"Is the fire not warm enough pet? Would you like me to make it hotter?"
"It's.......n-no......I....." she stammered.
Pulling her down onto his lap required less of a struggle than he had expected - although stiff she did not actively resist him and he ran his fingertips lightly over the top of her bosom, delighted when she immediately began to breathe harder. The over-tight corset did nothing to hide her charms - instead emphasizing the swell of her bosom and ass and he admired the tender pink nipples that peeked above the demi-cups, his fingers grazing them causing them to swell and pucker. She WAS most definitely a responsive chit.
"Are you afraid of me then?"
"Oh NO Ronald....it's not that.....I.....just....."
"Just what kitten?" He thought to himself perhaps she was wrong NOT to be afraid of me. By far the wiser course might be for her to run as far and fast as she could....but no, then he would have to chase her and punish her and..... He had to stop that line of thinking entirely - the thought of her stretched out over his lap - his hand prints red on the cheeks of her buttocks......tied to the bed with crop marks.....or perhaps held down across his desk by his Majordomo as he prepared to cane her. Ye gods, if he couldn't marshal his thoughts better than this he would take the girl here and now - ready or not and that would ruin the long range plans he'd begun making the minute he saw her walking so demurely behind her mother.
"Is it just," he asked, his lips coming down to cover her own, lightly teasing and plucking at hers to start, "that I make you feel things?" His lips grew more demanding when she inadvertently parted hers below him to sigh, his tongue plundered her mouth, tasting of brandy and tobacco, and of her own earlier pleasure. "Things you've never felt before......but you like?" As she began to gasp for air his mouth left hers, following the delicate line of her jaw and down her neck - closer and closer to the small strawberry tips that beckoned him. "And you're afraid of how you feel?"
His mouth closed over one rosy nipple and she sighed on a long exhaling note of pleasure. Her head fell back against his arm and her legs slid gently apart as she surrendered to him. He suckled her, gently at first, his tongue lightly teasing and tweaking the turgid peak between his lips. His fingers made a downward journey to the site of her earlier pleasure. She was already wet and open to him - radiating a nearly alarming amount of heat. Sliding a finger into her depths he found her still delightfully snug, although her hymen was no longer quite so intrusive. He continued to work at the thin membrane thinking that if he could get THAT part out of the way before they settled down to more serious business it might prove 'helpful'. Regardless, she must needs begin to learn - not only the joys of receiving pleasure.....but the joys of giving pleasure......and how myriad the ways of both the giving and receiving.
First things first, however, he reminded himself. Regretfully withdrawing his lips from her succulent nipple and his fingers from her juicy folds he reminded himself again that there was a plan to be adhered to, a training program to institute - and all the time in the world to return to such pleasurable pursuits. Lifting her bodily from his lap and standing her between his legs he turned her around, facing the fire and the soft swell of her buttocks facing him. Briefly unable to resist the urge he reached down and forward between her legs, allowing his fingers to trail backwards, up the cleft of her ass, pressing over the tight spiral of her rosebud. Curiously she did not greet his actions with the same resistance she had shown earlier but he swore he heard a soft sigh of pleasure issuing from her lips. It might, all things considered, be the wind, rising outside the window....still....certainly something to remember later. For now though he untied the bow holding the laces of her corset in place and began to loosen her stays.
When her corset was loose enough he pushed it to the floor and helped her step out of it, settling her back in the corner of the settee, pulling her foot up onto his lap and unlacing the low boot before sliding it off her foot. He noticed but did not comment on the worn spots in the leather and the darned spots in the heels and toes of her stockings. Standing up he began to loosen his starched collar, removing his ascot and setting studs and stick pins on the mantel. Tossing more logs on the fire he stood in front of the blaze, lowering his braces and removing his clothes, tossing them into the wingback chair. Leaning against the mantel for a moment he let the fire bathe him in its rosy glow for a moment until a noise from behind him made him look over his shoulder.
