Above the west wing of the country house hotel, the afternoon sun began to lower, lengthening the shadow cast by the marquee erected in the grounds. The sounds of continued celebration from within carried to Vicky's hearing like the rise and fall of distant waves breaking over the gentle melodies played by the string quartet. The music mingled with the fragrance of the garden below, carried through the open window of the bridal suite on the warm breeze awakened by the sinking sun.
With her gloved hand she stroked the wax polished surface of the dark wood dressing table at which she sat, sending small swirls of dust into the shafts of reddening light. Vicky imagined the particles to be tiny fairies bestowing on her their individual blessings. She was so lucky, her wedding had been the adult fairy tale she always planned it would be. Looking into the mirror, Vicky saw the reflection of a romanticised lady, her long black tresses falling in ringlets about her shoulders, her fringed curled into a wave that broke upon her brow. Behind the stare of the coal black eyes, the faint glimmer of the wilful girl who always had her way still burnt waiting to be finally doused.
The perfect image that haunted the glass with edgy impatience shrouded by the last traces of innocence had been styled by the two friends who had attended to her during the day. They had left her alone to contemplate the short passage from bride to wife. With one last duty of their own to perform they had gone to ensure Vicky had uninterrupted privacy, to enjoy the last special moments of her day. Vicky contemplated her life, it had been one glorious adventure an emotional roller coaster ride, filled with mind blowing highs and lows that spanned the full gamut of carnal pleasure.
Her marriage was the culmination of the adventure that had divided her life, love and loyalty between the two men who had stood waiting for her at the altar.
One who would be her life long friend the other her groom and husband. Now came the time she had always imagined when she would transform from wild spectacular life hungry caterpillar to a serene bridal butterfly, through a chrysalis of vanilla white. Vicky was uncertain if it was the exhaustingly tight fit of her bosom pressing bodice or the anticipatory excitement that made her feel that she was about to burst from the constricting top of her wedding dress such was her eagerness to spread her bridal wings.
From the gravel path below her window Guy's voice carried to Vicky's hearing as he walked in conversation with her parents. Vicky had been living with Guy when he first introduced his friend Nathan. The two men were world's apart, but Vicky was unable to resist Nathan's menace and charm. They hated each other with such an instant passion, that it was inevitable that they would eventually become lovers.
Everything was so black and white for each of them, no room for compromise anywhere. Decisions were of the moment and action always instant. When she made the decision to marry, she made Nathan promise that he would come to the bridal suite, take her out of her dress and turn the wilful girl into a dutiful wife. Vicky closed her eyes in meditation she feared that he would be delayed, that someone else may follow. This was to be their time, no disturbance, no interruption, just instructions and their subsequent action.
When she opened her eyes he had entered the room and locked the door behind him. He strode purposefully toward her in his dark green frock coat, the heels of his boots echoing over the wooden boards. He had come to claim her as his prize.
Vicky gripped the edge of the dressing table to conceal the shaking of her hands. Leaning over her bare shoulder Nathan smoothed aside her hair with the back of his hand to reveal her pale pulsing neck. She sucked in her breath, he moved his hand to cover her mouth. "Be quiet. It's time for you to be broken in." Vicky moved to bite Nathan's hand, he was too quick, gripping her jaw he stole a hot hungry kiss, before snapping her head back to face the mirror. "The day maybe yours, but this time is mine, for you to worship, honour and obey."
They held each other's gaze in the mirror of the dressing table Vicky involuntary licking her lower lip. Nathan slid his hand down her throat over her pearl collar into the front of her bodice. His hand tightened about her breast his fingers squeezed the pliant cream flesh. Vicky nuzzled her head against his cheek trying to push him away, but his grip tightened drawing her closer to him. Her gloved hand closed over his arm preventing it from travelling further into her bodice. Nathan restrained her, pulling both of her arms back leaving the crescent pink edge of her stiffened nipple peeking over the lace edge of her bodice. Vicky tried to fight against his grip but slowly he pulled her back lifting her from the chair, carrying her she landed sprawled full length onto the four poster bed.
She lay looking up at the canopied ceiling and the mirror at its centre. Outside the window she could hear birds chattering, then Sarah (her attendant) greeting Guy. The start of a conversation that faded away to be overtaken by the roar of her pumping heart. She studied her face in the mirror her complexion deepening as a slight crimson diffused into her cream cheeks.
Nathan stripped off his frock coat and undid the white cravat at his neck, loosening the collar of his shirt, he peeled it over his head together with his patterned waist coat. She saw the dark matting of hair that covered his chest, the impatient hunger about his eyes, and knew that she was to be his prey. Her black eyes glistened held by the reflected light, as she waited for him to pounce. In one move his body covered her. Above her head she saw the mop of his hair fall over her bosom, felt his weight press her into the softness of the bed. Nathan's hands captured her arms above her , as his tongue pressed her lips apart, exploring inside her mouth. He straddled her with his body, his feet locked over her legs whilst his knees pinioned her at the waist. Vicky brought up her hands in feint resistance he trapped them under his thighs leaving his hands free to manipulate her captive breasts.
Roughly he searched the bodice till he found the way to strip it from her body, in the mirror as the fastenings released she watched her rounded breasts settle into her chest. The pert peaks flattening into domes of sensitised flesh yearning for his touch. Her torso naked above the waist bent upward hungry for his exploring fingers. Between forefinger and thumb Nathan rolled her pink cupola nipples teasing them to stiffen. Vicky sucked in her belly raising her bosom towards his face, she felt the sharp bite of his incisors, followed by the scooping lick of his encompassing tongue as it circled her captive breast. Squirming with the pleasure of his touch Vicky bit back on her lower lip trying hard to retain the silence. She so desperately wanted to cry out, to release her painful pleasure. She closed her eyes as a myriad of stars burst behind her closed lids, each sparkling crescendo rising from her breasts, to spark another fire within her burning cunt.
As the waves of passion broke over her tormented body, her mind cast back to Nathan and Guy standing with her at the altar. In the shafts of light from the stained glass Nathan had stood aloof challenging her to walk towards him breaking into a wry smile when she finally approached. Whilst Guy as always, was slightly nervous, spreading warmth with a series of broad relaxed smiles which she knew was the opposite of how he felt. Throughout her adventures Guy had always been there for her, and she knew he always would.
Nathan however was only the man to have ever truly excited her. He ruled her without ever seeking to tame her. Life with him held no compromise one challenge being met by another. When she decided the time had come to marry she knew what she had to do, she knew the sacrifices she had to make. Vicky had taken everything from life she wanted, now in this delirious time she would learn how to give as well as take. Nathan would take her; no words, no sighs, just pure lust, let their deeds speak for themselves.
His weight shifted, she felt her hands break free from their trap, she twisted from his hungry mouth and felt herself immediately pressed down as he lay his torso across her pushing up the folds of her skirt. She thrust her hips against his restraining weight, feeling the muscle of his chest compress against her pelvis. She felt the strength of his animal arousal as his lips chased to the round of her belly, his tongue sinking into her navel, whilst his hands searched between the gathered folds for her stocking clad thighs. Beneath his tensed body she saw her stiffened breasts, the exposed white of her underwear, then she felt his mouth at the top of her thigh his hands stroking down the white nylon clothing her legs.
Reaching her ankles Nathan flipped off her ballet shoes, he then peeled down her stockings covering the exposed flesh with hot lapping kisses as each garment fell away. Vicky sensing relief from his weight rolled onto her stomach to break away, Nathan caught her legs dragging her down the bed till her knees rested on the floor.
"Time for your training as a new wife. Brides must be obedient and available at all times. You will always do as your man bids, or face the consequences instead." Vicky tossed her head back, ready to speak.
