He covered my eyes with the red velvet blindfold, His hands lingering in my hair, caressing the back of my neck before moving to the corset style ties of my gown.
With deft fingers, He loosened the gold laces and the velvet and chiffon gown slid down my body to pool on the floor. I stood naked, bare of all, save for stockings and heels.
In my mind I could see the room around me. Candles were lit in all four corners. There was a fire crackling in the fireplace. A large dining table was only a few inches in front of me, the chairs empty.
His voice broke through my musings.
"I was jealous tonight, Mine."
I knew He had been. Others knew it too.
"I have never been completely comfortable with the possession you stir in Me."
Unlike myself who had always relished those primitive emotions in Him.
His hands wrapped hard around my hips, and held my body tight against His own. His voice all but growled in my ear.
"But I was also aroused. So very aroused."
He walked me towards the table, pressed against my back. He turned me suddenly and His mouth came down on mine, His tongue between my lips before my startled gasp ever took flight.
There was hunger in His kiss, in His touch. There was obsession in the moans that I swallowed from His throat. He pressed me back onto the table, spreading my thighs wide.
"Do you know why I am so aroused by My jealousy tonight, My own?"
"N...no, Sir." My voice was barely more than a whisper and His laughed warmed me.
"Because you are Mine. You pledged yourself to Me forever tonight and no one can take that away. You gave yourself into My keeping and Mine alone…and still others wanted you."
I smiled, full and beautiful at the memories that took shape. I had pledged my heart and soul, my body and mind to this Man. The ritual ceremony of the roses, steeped in tradition and ancient lore bound us beyond all mortal comprehension. Our blood had mingled on the petals of a perfect white rose forever entwining our lives. It had been more than a marriage ceremony, but upheld only by the law in our souls.
Heat curled in my belly as I remembered the fire of His eyes, the certainty of our union reflecting in the darkness, shining out at me in candlelight.
His fingers slipped between my legs and stroked the slick wet flesh of my puss. Juices flowed freely, coating my lips and sliding down between my bottom cheeks.
“So wet tonight, My sweet whore.”
I nodded at His statement of fact and groaned low in my chest.
He pulled the blindfold from my eyes and I blinked rapidly, adjusting to the muted light of the room, focusing on the shadow of Him.
“I should go slow tonight. I should make love to you with all the adoration in My heart,” He said softly while unlacing the ties on His period attire. His cock sprang free, fully hard and erect, a crystal drop glistening on the tip. “But I cannot. All I want is to be inside of you. All I want is to fuck you until you are red and raw. All I want is to claim you, plant My seed inside you over and over again.”
With His hand wrapped tightly around His shaft, He pressed it against my sex. He leaned over my body, lifting my arms above my head, gripping my wrists and holding me down beneath Him.
“Look at Me.”
I slowly lifted my eyes to His face.
“You are so beautiful like this. So vulnerable. So curious a mix of innocence and sultry woman. So submissive and so giving.”
I blushed deeply and He pushed the head of His cock inside my body.
“Don’t take your eyes from Mine.”
It wasn’t a request.
He let go of my wrists and slid His arms under my thighs, gripping my hips in His hands.
“Don’t move.”
He pushed my thighs wide and raised my knees towards my chest. He dropped His eyes between our bodies.
“Oh my God,” He growled. “ I have never seen anything so erotic, so hot, so completely and totally Mine.”
