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She tensed dramatically in his hold and for a few breaths of a second he thought maybe he'd jumped the gun and startled his precious, doe-like wife. But with just a few broad strokes of his tongue, she was responding to him, her slender form trembling against him and soft, pleasant sounds erupting from her throat. Both of his hands found her back, palms cradling her delicate shoulder blades through her dress and fingers searching and digging into cloth desperately. He almost lost himself completely, the kiss grown feral and intense, dominating her mouth and abusing her lips with suckling bites. As he became aware of his sudden search for a flat surface upon which to lay her, he came back to himself and gently disengaged her hold from his shoulders, holding her hands as he finally broke the kiss. Looking down at her, he laughed breathlessly, thoroughly enjoying the result of what had started as merely a testing of the waters and what was obviously an unexpected reaction from herself. Well, he said finally, smiling in an amused fashion. Shall we finish the tour, my dear? Next are the rooms upstairs - my study, the library, the bedrooms... Not a very subtle hinting. Taking her arm once again he led her out of the room and back out to the foyer where they'd begun, mounting the stairs with her hand clasped in his. The upstairs hallway spanned the length of the house much like the front entry hall, with dark wood walls and floors underneath smooth carpeting. Paintings hung on the walls at intervals between the doors and a window sat at the far end of the hallway. Proceeding along, he didn't stop but merely pointed out the rooms as they passed, making his way to two large double doors at the end. Slipping a key from his vest pocket, he unlocked the door with faded mechanical clicks and pushed them open. Even as large as the room was, an equally large bed dominated the space, along with ornate furnishings and lavish decorations but not nearly so many as had been in the parlor. Richard appreciated the room to breath and it showed. And it was clearly his room, as noted by the large horizontal painting above the bed, depicting seven muscular and savage looking hounds bringing down a stag during a hunt. The wet storm outside tapped its raindrop fingers on the window pane as he stepped into the room, gently pulling the doors shut behind them and letting out a sigh as he removed his jacket and tossed it over the back of a gold-painted chair. What was left was his white, long sleeved and high-collared dress shirt, overlaid with a darkly patterned vest. Standing before her once more, he gently cradled her neck with his hand and gave her a confident smile. Are you scared? Richard asked, his face and eyes all at once neutral as he gauged her reaction to the question. It didn't matter what she said he was going to do what he wanted to do either way. But it'd help for her to be somewhat willing in the beginning and after he'd dragged her up here for more than obvious reasons, she was probably no longer calm as she had been before.
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Goodness, he wasn't stopping! Abigail felt her body involuntarily give in to him, feeling her spine arch and thus pushing herself shamelessly into his hold. Her mouth was searing with heat as he all but captured her and tugged her in, refusing to let her go. It was only until he pulled away himself, was she finally able to breathe. Her lungs had been screaming for oxygen, and now startled of being suddenly lightheaded. Her mind swam in a murky, clouded fog of pleasure and as her vision finally came to focus upon his face, she trembled once more. Her lips were swollen, red and bruised, showing the aftermath of his vicious bites and exhausting kiss. This man...he was not what he said he was...there was something feral about him, dangerous and calculating...as if he'd eat her right up. Though she was hesitant, he made it considerably difficult to turn completely away from him when he smiled at her in such a manner. It had her growing weak, as if she were smitten like a young girl in grade school. Abigail managed to return the soft curl of of her mouth, and her hand was quickly placed within his. He led her around, once more lavishing her with the surroundings that were now to be called home. Still, she really couldn't believe how fortunate she was. Perhaps she merely needed to grow used to his gluttonous, nearly greedy ways...they were so lustful, as if he was craving to explore her every crevice. To take her, inside and out, twist her into something that would surely sate him to his heart's content. Would she be willing? She wasn't sure herself, but to know where he was leading them...well, that moment was far closer than she would have liked. His quarters were nothing short of marvelous, and she tried to take in as much as she possibly could. Yet, no matter how stubborn she was, she couldn't pry her gaze away from the bed. It was ominous, laying before her, practically calling her upon it. It was the evening of their marriage...and surely, it was only natural to consummate their vows, yes? Abigail felt sick to her stomach at the thought and when she noted him undressing into a more comfortable upbringing, her fingers clutched at each other. Gods...this was going to be horrible, if she were already this skittish. Her attempt at occupying herself was made easy with the rain, and the looming painting that mimicked a very brutal, animalistic hunt. She grimaced at the depiction, turning away in time to press the soft skin of her neck against his palm. He was so close to her all of a sudden...their breaths mingling slowly... Scared...was she scared? Abigail searched his face, as he searched hers, knowing all too well that she was trampling across the thin line of wanting to run away, tell him to leave her be, and accepting her fate. What was so wrong with her? Why did she feel as if she were in danger, and then within the next moment, she was so content with his company? Confused, slender brows furrowed together and she finally whispered. ...do I have reason to be?
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For a moment right after she spoke, Richard didn't know what to tell her. All at once he was shocked and amused by her response but then considering how to reply... Technically he intended to hurt her, but he knew it wouldn't be anything she couldn't take or heal from. But no, she did not have anything to fear from him. She was his dear possession, his treasure, and no matter what appetites consumed him, it would not keep him from his duties as her husband and caretaker. Holding her hands in both of his, he looked down at her dainty, lace-wrapped fingers, and thoughtfully pinching a fingertip, lightly tugging the gloves off of her. Seeing and touching her nude flesh sent another whirlwind of desire through him, her skin smooth and filled with pulsing life. No. You don't have a reason to be frightened, he said, his deep voice filled with authority, bringing her hand up to his lips and kissing the back of it. Just so long as you trust me. Then he kissed her again, starting soft as before but progressing faster than last time, already moving his lips down her neck and kissing her skin with deeply marking, hot lips, his facial hair nuzzling and rubbing against her. His hands moved with more purpose now as they laid upon her, moving down her bodice and over her hips, searching for a way to remove her layers of clothing down to the bare minimum.
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His hesitance wore quickly on her nerves, yet, once more he was keen on shading over that brief emotion of worrisome musings. Abigail smiled whilst he eased her lace gloves away, finally allowing for her bare, soft skin to graze across his own. The initial contact sent shivers up her spine, and she nearly gasped within that very moment, finding herself growing hopelessly anxious to have him kiss her again. Though her mouth still hurt from his previous exploration that left her aching in more ways than one, she was most certainly feeling her body grow accustomed to his treatment. He was gentle, yet, he quickly dominated her to the point where she could no longer think for herself. Abigail's gut was twisting in warning, and yet, she believed every word which trickled off of his tongue. She had no reason to be frightened...she needed to trust him... She melted in his hold instantly, whimpering as he once more captured her mouth and sealed her off, her mind quickly floating off into an existence she had yet to recognize. Her nerves were doused in a white-hot flame, burning her to the point where she too, wished to remove the multiple layering of her attire. Gods, she wanted him so badly, this sinful urge spurred on even more, as he blatantly pawed and tugged at her lacy skirts. Richard, she moaned, finally saying his name. She was frazzled and quickly riled up, tipping her head back to further the arch in which he was currently suckling upon. Her skin tingled wherever he traveled, and her hands immediately lifted to tangle within his rich, full hair, keeping him tucked close against her quivering form. He felt marvelous, the rough texture of his facial hair causing her to gasp and giggle as she shuddered beneath the natural current of tickles. Please, she implored in a desperate, stuttering tone, My dress...please take it off of me...I feel as if I'll suffocate. The room was just so disorienting, and the air was thick and hot...
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Her gasped pleas were enough to quicken his breath and the feel of her fingers tugging and plunged within his hair sent his heart thundering in his chest. He'd held off and teased them both long enough. Capturing her lips again, silencing her once more, he stepped forward quickly and urged her back, his hands placed on her hips to steady her even as she bumped against the wall near the door. Pressing her there with his body, his lips gathered a feverish pace against hers and his hands wandered without restriction. Her bodice was the first to fall victim to his destructive hand, a sharp tearing sound accompanying a sharp jerk of his hand over the fabric. Even as the dress sagged and draped loosely on her shoulders now, his hands moved to push it off, allowing it to crumple upon the ground, leaving her in nothing but corset and baggy drawers. He added the lower garment to the small pile under their feet, leaving her in stockings with garters attached to the corset. Breaking the kiss and breathing raggedly, he firmly grasped each of her wrists and crossed them above her head. Holding them against the wall with one hand, he watched her face with a distant, predatory look as his other hand traveled downward over her upper legs, owning her with his fingertips even as he reveled in the glorious feeling of her skin. Watching her face for her reactions, his hand caressed it's way up her legs, inserting his fingers between them, stroking warmly at her inner thighs.
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Abigail was coming to terms with the fact that she was addicted to kissing this man. He was unreal, with the overwhelming sensations that he constantly pinned her with, forcing the young, blossoming dame to surrender to his vehement passions without pause. When his mouth covered her own, she whimpered, feeling the sensitive flesh of her lips lightly bruise beneath his insistent pushes, her feet moving on their own accord whilst he coaxed her back towards the wall. She was pinned, forced between the unyielding plaster and his hard, muscled frame. It was exhilarating, to know she couldn't move...unable to pull away from him and free herself. She was stuck, and the ripping of her gown echoed throughout her ears, signaling that she was soon to be completely bared to him in all of her glory. Goodness, she was so nervous at the thought, having never been so vulnerably displayed before in front of another person. Yet, this was her husband, she needed to give him her body...to let him touch her as he saw fit, to please him and get pleased in return. To say the least, she was exquisite. The way her silken, pale flesh glimmered against the crackling of light that flitted throughout the bedroom, from those wide hips, to long legs and a voluptuous display of breasts and bottom. She was what any man would yearn to have waiting for them at home, and yet, despite her being wholesomely matured in all the right ways, she was still blissfully anxious. Her face was still twisted in shameful desire, feeling her heart flutter fretfully as his hands traversed across the expanse of her body. Her hands were held above her head, furthering her inability to move. Abigail's mouth was delicately agape, as she filled the air with heavy gasps and whimpers, his fingers taunting her with their underlying talent. Richard, she whispered, glancing down towards his hand, which was nestled betwixt her thighs, her core heated and surely dripping.
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She was wet. He didn't even have to actually touch her vagina to find evidence of her arousal, his fingertips coming into contact with moisture where they teased her on her inner thighs. Pleased by this evidence of her willingness, he let his hand span the few inches to cup her sex, massaging her with his fingers even as he let them dip and slide between her delicate petals. Richard wouldn't have married her if he wasn't positive that she was a virgin, but he did briefly wonder if she'd ever touched or pleasured herself. Satisfied by her continued squirming, he released her and kissed her again, his hands moving down behind her to grope the full and perky flesh of her buttocks. For just a few moments longer, he stayed at the wall with her, pulling her into him, their groins mimicking the kissing of their lips above. Then he was picking her up, his hands underneath her and cradling her body against his as he walked over to the bed. Lightly dropping her onto the bedspread, he stood up straight and watched her while unbuttoning his waistcoat and tossing it aside. From her passionate groping, his hair was no longer brushed back neatly but a few of his bangs fell down to drape over his forehead, just barely overhanging his brows. As he unbuttoned his collar down to the middle of his chest and unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves to reveal thick wrists and muscular forearms, he watched her as he said, Remember. Just trust me. Finally, he took his arms out of his suspenders, letting them hang loosely by his hips as he came over to the bed. Thinking about the things he wanted to do to her, he thought it best if they started small - afterall, they had plenty of time to progress and explore each other's limits. After he removed his boots and set them aside, he sat upon the edge of the bed and gestured to her. Come here. I want you to lay across my lap. It was an order. Even so, he patted his leg welcomingly.
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To say she knew the touch of a man would be a horrid lie. In fact, the only touch she had ever known was that of her own, when washing herself in a bath. Abigail had yet to venture into the lands of personal satisfaction, and thus, to feel her husband's fingers working against her moist petals with such ease, it forced her sensitive system to become overloaded. She moaned, feeling the slickness that coated her nether lips smear around, the initial contact beyond intimate and forcing her to view him in a much more darker, sensuous light. He made her feel so good, and taken by her natural urges to further explore these newfound sensations, she pressed into him without caution and quickly kissed him back until she could barely breathe. She wanted more...she didn't want for him to stop, for his hands to yield in their groping... Yet, when they finally did, she was lifted off of the floor and carried off towards the bed. The mattress and array of blankets were soft against her bare flesh, and she stayed there, stocking and garter clad legs curled up at her side, whilst she watched him loosen his attire. He truly was handsome, and the air of confidence he held...that domineering charm, it quickly forced her to want to listen to him. What ever was wrong with her? Why was Abigail beginning to hang off of his every word? Enjoying his reassurance, and those inexcusable orders? She hadn't a clue, yet, she still found herself crawling towards him, intent on following his demands. Her lithe, curved framed settled over his lap, forcing her supple bottom to perk within the air. She was confused, yet intrigued all the same, her eyes gazing back towards him in question. Feeling considerably insecure with her most precious of assets completely bared and so close to his touch, she shuddered, knowing she was still dripping wet...still aching for his caress and desperate to please him, as she yearned for his touch. What...what are you going to do, she finally asked breathlessly, her bosom heaving with the exertion of her breathing. Though openly hesitant, and a bit scared, she was far too tangled in this passion to turn away.
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Abigail's trust in him was intoxicating as he watched her obey him, his hands helping to adjust her comfortably across his lap. And despite the questioning nature in her tone and face, he found himself once again taken by her refreshing innocence. She was all his. I'm going to teach you, my love, he said in a soothingly confident voice, his left hand gliding over the bared skin of her upper back, shoulders and the nape of her neck, making note of the complex pattern of her corset strings crisscrossing in the fabric below. About the beautiful similarities of pleasure... his right hand groped her bared buttocks full handedly, petting her skin and his fingers ghosting over the back of her legs and between them teasingly. ...and pain. Abruptly, his hand smacked down on the silken flesh of her backside, the sound it made being much louder than the actual force behind it. The hand on her back kept a firm pressure on her, holding her still while also keeping her steady, as his other hand came baring down again, harder this time. He stopped briefly to rub his hand over the cheek he'd hit, as if comforting or soothing the spot. But without warning, he was smacking her again, and did not pause before laying his hand upon her flesh again and then again. He kept a steady pace, altering his strokes and blows in intensity, not focusing on either butt cheek for too long, but the skin growing a bright reddish pink before long. Richard's hand tingled with the violence of the blows he laid upon her, his heart pounding excitedly to feel the soft give and take of her abused flesh. And the tempo of his breathing increased moderately, keeping control of himself as he finally stopped, rubbing his palm over the hot and sore skin. Then his hand ventured lower, between her legs again, no longer teasing but heading right for her pussy, letting his finger trail to the apex of her folds, massaging deeply against her clit. And all the while, he paid close attention to her, focused on her reactions as his fingers sped up in their manipulative touches.
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Teach her? The young woman's brows furrowed in question, yet in her naive nature, she simply assumed that he was speaking briefly on the fact that she was a virgin. However...she couldn't help but wonder why he had her positioned in such a manner. It was as if she were a child again, misbehaving and placed upon her father's knee, so he could instruct the proper beating of her soft bottom. Abigail couldn't imagine her husband doing such a thing to her, though, and as he groped her tempting butt, making her squirm just so, she was blissfully quaked with a shocking revelation. He had spanked her! Her body lurched forward and she cried out, gasping in utter disbelief of the brief wave of pain that had lunged through her system. R-Richard, she called out, her breath hitching audibly within her throat as he continued to swat at her plump cheeks, forcing the blood to rise to the surface quickly. He was spanking her! Abigail was shocked, squirming, and whimpering in discomfort as the blows against her only heightened, her skin now brightly flushed and prickling with sensitive nerves. No matter how much she struggled, though, the palm which was firm against her back kept her from moving too far away, and thus had her immobile against his actions. Abigail's eyes watered despite her need to stay strong, and as her mind raced with the confusion of why in the world her husband was doing this to her, she couldn't bring herself to dislike him. Yes, she did whisper for him to stop, pleading with him in a gentle, timid tone that left absolutely no authority encased. By the time he had finally yielded his hand away from her sore bottom, she was panting heavily, toes and fingers curled in distress. W-why...did you... But then he stroked her searing flesh, soothing the sensitive expanse and forcing her to lay dormant atop of his lap. The side of her pretty, distraught little face was nestled firmly into the bedding, as her legs shamelessly parted to aid in his exploration of her womanhood. He touched her, and gods, the sounds that came out of her mouth. Abigail was moaning loudly, pushing back into his fingers as he massaged that budding, swelling bundle of nerves. It felt absolutely exquisite and had her withering about in a mess of excitement. From the dull ache of her abused backside, to the bright, vivid sparks of pleasure rippling betwixt her thighs, she was in heaven. It was a massed flow of sensory hype, and she was cooing in appreciation, pawing at the sheets and thrusting back against his hand with unbridled want. Ooohhh Please...please don't stop, she begged of him, hips rolling.