She loved God, Heather loved God, that was the first priority of her life. That's likely why she hadn't met anyone suitable. Oh they pretended for a while, going to church, two or even three times per week. They put on a good show but she knew the look in their eyes, they wanted to please her, do things that would get them on her good side. Heather being almost thirty knew it was time to marry but she wanted a real spiritual man, one that knew how to serve and worship God. A sincere man that loved the church, giving himself to the service of others.
Jerome was twenty five years her senior, but she couldn't resist him. He was everything Heather desired, mature, warm, kind, a gentle nature. She enjoyed the few occasions she was able to dine with him and his family or visit his home. Heather often thought, if only I could find someone like Jerome, not like her peers, the boys who only wanted sex from and she knew there was so much more to life than that. Love marriage, children, service to God. Yes, she would not rush into just any relationship. Heather was ashamed of herself because she often felt her stomach turn with excitement every time she was near Jerome. So much older yet so handsome and secure in himself and his love for God was obvious to everyone who knew him. Heather blushed as she thought of him, ashamed again as her thoughts of him beyond friendship.
Heather couldn't believe as she stared into the mirror, her white dress so clean, beautiful. Turning as if almost twirling in delight, the beautiful wedding dress flared slightly. Her mother looked on with a frown, her arms folded. She did not approve of the union, he was to old and experienced for her innocent little Heather. Through hundreds of conversations she finally reluctantly gave her nod of approval. It wasn't that Jerome was a bad man, he was quite the opposite. A good family man they were friends with, they had known the family for over a year until his wife tragically passed away. Heather had spent time with his children, bringing meals to them in their time of mourning. That is how it all started over a year ago. It was not what she wanted for her daughter, she wanted her to meet a nice young man, learn, grow and experience life together. It just seemed she desired the father figure she had lost as a young teenager.
"What do you think mom, isn't it beautiful?" Heather's mom smiled. Yes, she had to admit her daughter was truly beautiful here on her wedding day. She stopped and looked into the mirror, held her chin up and whispered to herself "Misses Jerome Berkly." A smile of arrogance crossed her mind as she thought of his beautiful house, cars, and his position in the church. She couldn't wait to sit up front next to him during the Sunday services. A broader smile came across her face as she thought of bearing his children. "It's Gods will," came the second whisper.
****
The wedding was beautiful, as well as the fine reception. Jerome's business associates, family, friends, and the church parishioners all had a wonderful time. He had spared little expense in the costs, Heather wondered how wealthy he was because he never spoke of money. She smiled as she thought how he humbly allowed her mom to pay for the rehearsal dinner at the western buffet. She couldn't wait for the honeymoon, they had rented a bungalow at an exclusive Caribbean resort but tonight they had a suite at the hotel down town, she slipped next to him in the limo, taking his hand with hers. He smiled as he looked, the fine manicured red polished nails he liked. Heather leaned to kiss he which he excepted slightly reluctant. He smiled,
"We will be at the motel soon my love."
She smiled at his words as her eyes lowered, she was nervous about losing her virginity but desired him so much and so willing to let him have her in the most intimate way she could imagine. She knew it would be painful from the books she had read as well as with the talks her mother gave her but she knew the pain would turn to the real pleasure of love she had for the man she had vowed to love and cherish as his wife. He leaned into her, his hand cupped her jaw gently as he kissed her, his tongue gently parted her lips and touched her tongue, her belly felt a sudden rush from her first French kiss, she melted into him and the gentle kiss continued.
*****
Having had there baggage sent ahead of time they stood outside the door as Jerome swiped the key card in the door, it clicked open. He gave Heather a look and smile before he spoke, "Shall I carry you across the threshold?" Before she could answer he swept her off her feet with an easy motion. She wrapped an arm around him and gave a slight squeal. Kicking the door closed behind him he gently eased her back to her feet. "There, now it's official." He squared her to him, she looked as beautiful as a bride could look. Young, virginal, wanton, beautiful. He had caressed her face as he looked into her blue eyes that seemed to twinkle with shear delight. "Your life will never be the same after tonight, Misses Heather Berkly." His hands gently went to the collar of her dress and unhooked the clasp behind her neck. His eyes did not waiver from her as he slowly unhooked the decorative buttons on the back to the small of her back, the magnificent white dress lay open, exposing her back. He smiled and slowly turned, walking to the luggage lined up along the wall, finding a briefcase he pulled it to the bar top near the kitchenette. The locks 'clicked' as he flipped the case open. He pulled out a big leather book, it looked old. Heather looked at him in slight bewilderment, not expecting this but looking on in curious anticipation. He set the leather bound book down on the bar top, it look very old and used. Upon opening the old book it looked almost as if a poof of smoke or a mist rose from the pages. Shall we begin out marriage night with some thoughts from Gods word to guide our marriage?" Heather could not hide the smile that came across her face, yes couldnt love this man more.
*****Proverbs 5:18-19 King James Version (KJV)
18 Let thy fountain be blessed: and rejoice with the wife of thy youth.
19 Let her be as the loving hind and pleasant roe; let her breasts satisfy thee at all times; and be thou ravished always with her love.
After reading the passage there was a silent tension in the room "Undress, my love." His voice seemed matter of fact but his eyes pierced her hungrily. Heather felt a flush to her cheeks. "Come now, don't be shy. God has instructed you to 'satisfy' your husband at all times.'" His hand slowly motioned over the old book. "I know." She whispered as her chest began to heave from her breathing. Her shaky hands bean moving to the collar that he had already loosened, letting it fall forward, she let it drop exposing the lace white bra. She slowly stepped out of the dress on pantie hose, panties and bra, all matching white. He watched the delicious embarrassment she exhibited as she reached the clasp of the bra, letting it drop over her arms. She stood for a moment trying to discreetly cover her bare breasts.
"The hose and panties now my love."
Her thumbs hooked the elastic of both and pulled them down her smooth legs easily, pooling them at her ankles, she stepped out.
She then quickly rolled the stocking down, not looking at her husband who was closely observing his new young wife. She now stood in the center of the suite, her clothing piled near her as she again subconsciously covered her sex and breasts, her cheeks blushing. Jerome simply looked at the young woman in silence, such beauty. Slim, yet retaining an hour glass figure, her breast small yet perky, the nipple hardening from the cool air in the room.
"Remove your hand sweet heart, don't hide from your husband."
Heather slowly removed the hand from her sex, revealing a tuft of light blonde hair. Jerome looked on in admiration, this would be the last day of her life that she would have hair between her legs, he will require his wife to be shaved smooth at all times from this point on.
Heather's stomach ached as she stood before him, embarrassed yet eager to please him.
"Your very beautiful." She could feel his eyes on her, the compliment made blush, her body quivered slightly as he began undressing. This made her nervous, she had never been with a naked man in her life. She looked at his naked body with a mix of emotions, he was in very good shape for a man over fifty, yet he was much hairier than she. Imagined. The hair on his chest was a thick mat as on his arms and shoulders but her eyes were drawn to the erection that seemed to be growing by the second. He saw her trepidation and smiled within himself as he turned the pages of the book. He read more,
"Therefore as the church is subject unto Christ, so let the wives be to their own husbands in every thing." KJV
He let. The words sink into her for a moment, "Do you understand those instructions Heather?" Her eyes looked down as she felt her body begin to respond to the strange exchange, this was not. How she really pictured her wedding night. Her mind was racing, confused yet she uttered a response "Yes..." Almost a soft whisper. "
"Yes?" He paused after speaking the word these he said another. "Sir. Yes Sir would be the appropriate response to that question." He turned the pages of the book once again. "You see Heather my love, honorifics are important to your submission, let's look at an example here."
He read more to her.
"King James Version 1Pe 3:1-6 Likewise, ye wives, be in subjection to your own husbands; that, if any obey not the word, they also may without the word be won by the conversation of the wives;2 While they behold your chaste conversation coupled with fear. 3 Whose adorning let it not be that outward adorning of plaiting the hair, and of wearing of gold, or of putting on of apparel; 4 But let it be the hidden man of the heart, in that which is not corruptible, even the ornament of a meek and quiet spirit, which is in the sight of God of great price. 5 For after this manner in the old time the holy women also, who trusted in God, adorned themselves, being in subjection unto their own husbands: 6 Even as Sarah obeyed Abraham, calling him lord: whose daughters ye are, as long as ye do well, and are not afraid with any amazement."
"You see Abraham's wife Sarah respect her husband by calling him lord, therefore it is proper to address your husband in like manner, as Lord or Sir is acceptable, do you understand?"
Heather's eyes begin to glaze as she took in his instruction, "Yes Sir." Was her simple reply, she felt her stomach. Tighten deep within herself.
Jerome closed the book, the erection was prominent as he walked to her. Heather's eyes cast down, a deep shame crashes through her as her eyes tried to avert the erection. His hand caressed her cheek.
"My love, your now my property."
She offered a slight nod. His fingers slipped to her neck and jaw, grip gripping slight.
"Answer your owner."
"Yes Sir."
He moved his thumb to her lips, caressing lightly. Her lips part as if automatically. The thumb pushes into her mouth.
"Taste me, my love."
Heather began to suck on his thumb. He gently pushed the thumb in deeper as her eyes widened.
"Good girl, your mouth is so warm."
