Marriage Training Ch. 19

"Look at me, sweet." His voice deepened, roughened, and her eyes flew open to meet his silver gaze, the green flecks in his eyes blazing. Fingers trailed over her cheek, gently, almost reverently. "There will be times that I discipline you, times when I punish you for no other reason than the pleasure of hearing you scream or cry, but never doubt that I will always be there for you, to protect you, to adore you, and I will cherish every cry from your throat, every tear from your eyes. You were mine from the moment I saw you, and now you've given yourself to me, and every single one of those bloody fools who bet against a love match are reaping what they deserve."

Vivian's heart was in her throat, her pulse pounding madly. She should have been running, screaming, at the idea of being at the beck and call of a man who promised to punish her, even when it was undeserved. Instead, every inch of her body was tingling, tightening, yearning. Her training had showed her that she could, if not enjoy, use pain for her own purposes, that it would enhance her pleasures even if the path to ecstasy was lined with thorns. And she already knew that Gabriel could bestow incredible rapture, even if it was accompanied by the sting of his hand.

Knowing that he'd paid for the school, she'd realized that he'd trained her to his specifications for what he wanted in a wife, but he was everything she'd never realized she'd wanted in a husband. Something inside of her responded to his promise with a welling of emotion that she would have never expected. She blessed Mrs. Cunningham and Mrs. Banks and the school for showing her how things could be, for helping her to find her limits, for teaching her how intimate and wonderful relations between a man and woman could be, for opening her up to the desires that had been hidden inside of her all along. Without the school, Gabriel's desires would have frightened her. Now she knew that she not only could live with his preferences, she preferred them as well, craved them in fact.

"I love you too," she whispered, staring up at him as his thumb eased back out of her mouth.

The smile that curved his lips was only visible for a second before he lowered his mouth to hers. Vivian reached up to touch him, but he grasped her wrists in one hand, holding them behind her in the small of her back. She moaned into his mouth, pressing her body against him as her arousal flared back up again with a vengeance. The fires had been banked, waiting, and now they roared to life, accompanied by the secure warmth that only came from knowing one's value, from acknowledging the meaning behind the act.

The kiss seared her with its intensity, she'd been kissed by Gabriel often enough to note the difference, although she didn't realize it was because he was no longer holding anything back from her. There was no need, as he no longer had to refrain from taking her virginity.

Step by step he backed her towards the bed, her satin curves pressing against him as she stumbled and tripped over her train, held up by his arms. He didn't mind in the least, enjoying the way her body moved against his, further aroused by the way she clung to him to keep herself upright. Torn between wanting to ensure she enjoyed this experience despite the pain of losing her maidenhead and wanting to bury himself in her immediately, Gabriel broke off the kiss and turned her around.

"Put your hands on the bed. Don't move them."

Vivian trembled as she did what he said, her legs automatically sliding apart to help her keep her balance as she bent forward. Placing her hands on the dark green comforter spread over the bed she couldn't help but notice how small her pale hands looked, her slender arms encased in the mint green of her dress. The darker forest green almost seemed to make her skin glow.

Slight pressure against the base of her neck, and then it released and hot lips pressed themselves against her revealed skin, Gabriel's body pressing into her from behind. She moaned as his weight rested against her, arms trembling as she held them upright. The fact that he'd only undone a couple of buttons meant that he had to bend over her completely to kiss her neck, his rigid erection digging into the soft flesh of her buttocks. Remembering how it had felt a few nights ago when he'd thrust inside of her, the burning as he'd taken her ass, she couldn't help but whimper in excitement.

A few more buttons, another kiss... he followed the pattern over and over again, trailing kisses slowly down her spin until he reached the top of her corset. Then he pulled the buttons apart much faster, the gown sagging around her body as it opened for him.

"Stand up."

He pulled the gown from her arms, down her hips and had her step out of it, leaving her in corset, chemise and drawers, still facing away from him.

"Hands back on the bed," Gabriel ordered, his voice more hoarse as he placed his hands on her hips, caressing them while she leaned forward again.

Knowing that she was presenting her bottom to him, in a way that practically begged him to spank it, Vivian emotions kilted wildly between excitement and anxiety. Would he spank her on their wedding night? The confusion, the fear, only added to her building arousal.

The laces of her corset pulled and loosened, allowing her to take deeper breaths, and then it fell from her body, joining her gown on the floor and leaving her only thinly covered.

"Stay like that. Just. Like. That." Gabriel's voice was rough, heavy with desire, and Vivian shivered as he stepped away, missing his warmth immediately. The sound of fabric sliding indicated that he was disrobing. Wanting to see him, wanting to know what he looked like under his shirt and pants, Vivian craned her neck around.

She only got a glimpse of broad shoulders, a muscled torso, and crisp black hairs scattered across his chest, before a sharp smack to her bottom had her head whipping back around.

"I told you to stay in place."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

He spanked her three more times before she cried out, her bottom stinging from the hard slaps, fingers digging into the soft fabric of his comforter. The red markings across her creamy skin, visible through the thin fabric of her drawers and chemise, made it even more difficult for him to pull himself free of his pants as his erection had become hard to the point of almost being painful. As much as he would have liked to give Vivian free reign to look her fill, to touch him, he knew that if he saw the same level of arousal in her eyes that he would be on her like a beast, unable to control his baser impulses, and that he might hurt her unintentionally. If she actually touched him, he thought he might spill prematurely, he was so achingly hard.

There would be plenty of time for her to look, touch and explore to her heart's delight, once he'd sated both of them.

Pulling the pantaloons down over her hips, the smell of her arousal filled his nose as she lifted each of her feet so that he could remove them completely. The red prints on her bottom were already fading to pink, between her cheeks her pussy lips were swollen and pink, slick with her juices. Placing his hands on either side of the tempting lips, he pulled them apart, leaving Vivian gasping as his hot breath wafted across her sensitive inner folds.

Her elbows buckled and then collapsed, leaving her bending over with her bottom high in the air, her legs spread and her pussy parted, her head resting on her forearms. The airy fabric of her chemise slid up her lowered body, breasts hanging beneath her as her nipples rubbed against the silky fabric.

"Please..." she begged, wanting him to touch her, to satisfy the throbbing need that was pulsing inside of her. "Oh please..."

Although the idea of making her beg explicitly appealed, it wasn't quite the same when Gabriel couldn't see her face. Besides, his mouth was watering with the need to taste her.

Honey, musk and woman exploded on his tongue as he swiped it up her center, her gasp filling his ears. With a growl, he delved back into her folds, teasing, tasting and feasting on her most delicate parts as Vivian's legs trembled. The sensations coursing through her were incredible, burgeoning and swelling inside of her, without giving her the stimulation she needed to cross the line. Pleasure built upon pleasure, her hips working as Gabriel's mouth feasted.

Then his mouth moved upwards, licking, sucking, his tongue sliding into her virgin hole and exploring as she gasped and clenched. The sensation was unlike the fingers she'd already experienced, less deep and yet teasingly pleasurable. She ached to be filled. The path of his tongue continued until he reached the star of her anus, so recently invaded and deflowered. Sensitive nerves buzzed and sang as he licked and sucked on the tiny hole, lavishing it with affection.

Vivian was lost in the sea of pleasure, working towards culmination in tiny increments that were driving her wild. The rasp of Gabriel's tongue against all her most sensitive organs except the one she desperately needed, had her sanity teetering on the brink. Gasps and moans filled the air, unable to articulate her need in any other way.

When he withdrew, laving one last lick over her swollen, sodden folds, Vivian sobbed out a protest. She was pulled upright and her chemise yanked over her head before strong arms closed around her like steel bands, only momentarily, before tossing her on the bed.

Wide eyed, she stared as Gabriel crawled onto the bed after her. His arms and chest were just as magnificent as the statues she'd seen at the British Museum, although none of the statues had the warmth of color that his skin did or the crisply, curling black hair that adorned the flat planes of his chest and ran from his belly button in a line down to his cock. Beneath him, his erection hung hot and heavy, so hard that it was practically slapping up against his stomach despite gravity's pull. Angrily red and purple, it was pointing straight between Vivian's spread thighs.

"Oh..." she said in wonderment, drinking him in with her eyes, but when she reached to touch him, he caught her wrist.

"Not this time, sweet," he murmured, trying to ignore the hunger that he saw in her eyes. That hunger was not permission to take her as hard and fast as he wanted; he needed to break her in slowly before unleashing his desires completely. His body pressed against hers, hot and hard and heavy, making both of them groan as his erection dug almost painfully into her stomach.

Holding her wrists above her head with one hand, Gabriel grabbed for the restraints that he'd had permanently secured to his bed in anticipation of bringing Vivian home as his wife. He'd never had another woman in this bed before, he'd always known that he'd want it reserved especially for the woman he married. But he'd also known that with Vivian, there would be special accoutrements that he would desire, one of which was the ability to restrain her in creative and titillating ways.

The restraints attached to the heavy headboard were simple leather cuffs on chains that were bolted to the wood. More like them were attached to each of the posts on the four corners of the bed, although all of those were adjustable in length, and they were hidden away in the drapes. Likewise hidden away were the ones concealed in the canopy. But those would be for another day.

Right now all he wanted was to secure Vivian's hands so that she couldn't touch him and precipitate a response that he couldn't control. He didn't want to restrain her completely because once he was inside her, he wanted to feel her moving beneath him, around him, but her wrists... her wrists absolutely had to be restrained immediately. Otherwise he wouldn't be able to guarantee his control.

"But I want to touch you," she said, wide green eyes staring up at him as he secured her wrists inside the soft leather, ensuring that it wasn't too tight. The innocent request made his cock pulse and he had to lift his hips to decrease the pressure on his turgid length.

"Sometimes you'll be able to... and sometimes you won't," he said uncompromisingly.

Being completely at his mercy, knowing that he would dictate and guide every encounter between them, sent a rush of heat through Vivian. She pulled experimentally on the bindings around her wrist and found them to be completely secure; excitement throbbed inside of her as Gabriel slid down her body until he was level with her breasts.

The heavy mounds were tipped with taut pink nipples, just begging to be kissed and sucked. Gabriel obliged. Taking a breast in each hand, he squeezed and kneaded the soft flesh with firm fingers, wrapping his hands completely around each mound. Lowering his lips to her nipple, he listened to his new wife moan as he sucked, gently at first and then with increasing intensity. Her whimpers were quickly accompanied by the writhing of her body, back and forth and then thrusting her hips in the air, seeking him out.

Alternating between the tiny pink buds, Gabriel's attentions became more forceful, almost painful, as the color of her nipples darkened from his ministrations. Vivian's body arched, seeking more stimulation, her eyes half-lidded as she watched him suckling at her body. She was all too aware of how she was laid out before him, completely open to his hands and mouth, like a banquet for him to plunger.

One hand slipped down her stomach and slid through the coppery curls of her mound, teasing her as she gasped and jerked her hips upwards to meet the questing fingers.

Heat pulsed against Gabriel's palm as he slid one long finger into the silken vise of her body, stretching her virgin channel. Sucking hard on her nipple, he thrust his finger back and forth, mimicking the sex act. His cock was weeping fluid steadily, coating the head and readying himself to breach her entrance; but first he wanted to ensure that she was as ready as she could be.

Easing his finger mostly out, when he pressed back in it was with two fingers. Vivian groaned, her fingers clenching into fists as her body stretched to accommodate the increased girth. Mrs. Banks' fingers had been much more slender, much shorter than Gabriel's; he reached inside of her body and explored, much deeper than her companion had ever been able to. The slight discomfort of being stretched reminded her of how it had felt when he'd taken her rear entrance after their engagement ball, but this was different... easier... more immediately satisfying.

His fingers curved inside of her and found a spot that made her feel faint with pleasure, her legs trying to close and pull him deeper into her. If only he would touch that spot again...

Lifting his head from her breasts, leaving her nipples red and swollen from his attentions, Gabriel watched Vivian's face as he stroked that sweet spot deep inside of her with the sensitive pads of his fingers, letting the base of his hand come to rest against her clit. As she moved her hips in instinctive rhythm, that sensitive bud pressed against his hand and she spasmed around him, her lips parting as her eye lashes fluttered.

He watched the pulse in her throat as her back arched, her neck elongating as she ground herself down on his hand, completely lost to her pleasure. Delicate pinks and reds suffused her face, her neck, her upper chest, her breasts jiggling as her body began to shake. Although her legs couldn't close completely, they tightened about his thighs as she writhed for him, sucking in a hot breath before she let it out on a scream.

Everything tightened and released, she convulsed beneath him in utter abandon as the pleasure washed over her. Nothing existed but the heat and the sizzling delight...

Then she was empty, but only for a moment, before something hard and thick began to push into her. There was a moment of stinging pain, like a snap against her most sensitive areas, and then a feeling of fullness that amplified the pleasure she was awash in.

Gabriel groaned, his breathing ragged as he did his best to slowly sink into her, aware from her pleasure glazed eyes that she might not even realize it if he truly hurt her at this moment. Fortunately she was as wet and slick as a woman could be, her body welcoming him even as it trembled under the strain of accommodating his cock in last virgin channel. The thin veil of her maidenhead had provided no protection at all against his rampant cock, only the slightest trace of blood streaked its length as he pulled out slightly and began to press in, deeper.

The sensation of being utterly filled had Vivian rocking as Gabriel buried himself inside of her. She was barely aware of what was happening; only in the pleasure that was sweeping through her, the long-awaited culmination of all his teasing, his caresses, his hot kisses. With his arms braced on either side of her, Gabriel's body was hot and hard against her softer curves, the wiry hairs on his chest abrading the sensitized tips of her nipples.

When their groins finally met, she gasped at the sensation of having his hard body pressing against her clitoris while she was completely filled. The pain of losing her maidenhead has been swift enough not to bother her, even if she hadn't already become accustomed to experiencing some pain with her pleasure. Although her orgasm was receding, leaving her limp-limbed and satisfied, she could still enjoy the sensation of feeling Gabriel so intimately connected with her.

Then he began to move.

It was almost unbearably pleasurable as his cock dragged in and out of her tight sheath, his body rubbing against her sensitive lips and swollen clit, all of her intimate places already buzzing from her climax. Vivian had learned that those swollen tissues were much more responsive immediately following pleasure, and with Gabriel's cock inside of her it was almost an overload of sensations.

When her eyes finally focused, it was to see his silver gaze staring down at her. His face was almost grim, jaw-locked as he struggled to keep control over his impulses, a battle which he was slowly losing as her wet heat gripped him and rippled. The silken vise of her body, the satin of her skin against his, was calling for him to plunder, to ravage, to claim. Seeing her eyes, framed by those long lashes, watery with the tears from the intense sensations, was his undoing.

Gabriel groaned, giving way to his base instincts. Immediately his hips began to move, harder, rougher, pounding into the softness between her legs and Vivian cried out. Her training helped her, the combination of pain and pleasure as he thrust hard into her body was something she was used to, even if the manner in which it was being delivered was foreign to her.

When her legs started to tighten about him again, he reared back, sliding his arms under her thighs to keep them spread wide. The new position also had the effect of lifting her hips higher, allowing him to slide deeper, and he could watch as the glossy length of his cock, slightly sheened with pink from her virgin's blood, pumped between lips that were swollen tight around his girth. He could see every jiggle of her breasts, every moan as it crossed her lips, and the way her coppery curls melded with his darker thatch of hair whenever he slammed home.

Leaning forward slightly, his body abraded her swollen clit, driving her higher and higher as his own lusts spurred him onwards. Since he had already taken her to her peak, he didn't feel the slightest ounce of guilt over concentrating on his own pleasure, but it didn't matter anyway. Vivian's body was humming with the sexual energy that Gabriel had unleashed on her, her innermost instincts thrilling to his handling of her body and his intentness on his own desires. She enjoyed being the vessel for his pleasure, it thrilled her, satisfied her in some primal way that she didn't understand.