Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Slade didn’t seem shocked, though what I was admitting would have been beyond shameful back on L’Crist.
“Mmm-hmm. Go on,” he said. “So you broke it yourself?”
“Yes, because I though I would never get to marry and I wanted to see…see what all the married ladies were always talking about at Court,” I confessed, my voice dipping low with shame.
Somehow, Slade seemed to understand what I was feeling.
“You don’t have to be shy or feel ashamed to tell me that,” he murmured. “It’s all right to be curious and it’s your body, baby—you can touch it any way you want to.”
“That’s not what we believe on L’Crist,” I protested.
“Mmm-hmm, let me guess—you’re not allowed to touch yourself because it’s ‘sinful.’ Right?”
“Well it is!” I protested. “The Goddess of Mercy doesn’t approve of females, er, giving themselves pleasure.”
“Well, She of the Four Faces does,” Slade told me. “She has one whole face—The Lover—devoted to a female’s pleasure. It’s all right to touch yourself here…or to let your husband touch you,” he added, probing a little deeper inside my cunny mouth and making me squirm.
“Oh, Slade!” I protested, panting.
But he didn’t stop touching me.
“So you tried fucking yourself, did you?” he rumbled.
Tell me, Princess, how did you like it?”
“I didn’t,” I admitted, thinking of the wooden toy that I’d bought in secret to try and had buried in the garbage heap in the dead of night afterwards. “It…it felt too big…too rough.”
“Uh-huh. Show me with your fingers how thick it was,” Slade commanded.
Still blushing, I held up two fingers.
“Like that.”
“Hmm…” He nodded. “Looks like I’m going to need to spend some time getting you ready.”
“Ready for what?” I panted. His finger had moved away from the mouth of my cunny and was circling my clit again.
“Ready to take my shaft in your pussy of course,” he growled softly. “But don’t worry—we’re not doing that tonight.”
“All…all right,” I nearly moaned.
The way he was rubbing and teasing my clit was beginning to feel really, really good. It felt like it did when I touched myself at night, though I always stopped right when I was on the edge because I felt too guilty to push past into the pleasure I sensed was waiting for me.
I wished he would continue—after all, if he pushed me over the edge, the pleasure I felt wouldn’t be my fault. But just as I was feeling really close, he stopped abruptly and announced that bath time was over.
“Really?” I squirmed in the tub as he reached down to pull the plug and drain the water.
“Really. Why, were you enjoying the way I was washing you?” He gave me a golden stare, lazy with lust and I felt my cheeks getting hot again.
“No,” I lied, lifting my chin defiantly. “I just…never mind. I’m ready to get dried off now.”
“Good. Stand up and I’ll dry you.”
In vain did I protest that I could dry myself—Slade wouldn’t hear of it.
“You’re mine now and I’m going to take care of you,” he growled and proceeded to blot me all over with a thick, luxurious, fluffy white towel. It felt like being dried with a cloud.
When Slade was finished, he wrapped me in a long, silky white robe that tied with a silk sash around my waist.
“Wait—isn’t there a nightgown that goes under this?” I protested, looking down at myself. My heavy breasts were clearly visible through the thin silk and my nipples were pressing hard against the fabric.
Slade shook his head.
“No, baby. Besides, you’re not going to be wearing it long. We’re going to be sleeping naked.”
“What? Every night?” I asked, stunned. On L’Crist we covered ourselves before going to bed—women especially were expected to wear long, thick nightgowns that came down to their ankles. I think the idea was that the gown would be in the way and keep us from touching ourselves.
“Yes, every fucking night,” Slade said firmly. “I won’t take you until you’re ready. But until that time, I refuse to deny myself the pleasure of sleeping naked next to your sweet, curvy body.” He cupped my cheek in one big hand and looked at me sternly. “You’re mine now, Aurora—don’t forget it.”
I shivered all over. He was telling the truth—by the rules of marriage, on L’Crist at least, I was his to do with as he pleased.
“You can wear the robe until bed time,” Slade told me. “But when we get under the covers together, it’s coming off.”
“All right,” I whispered. I wished I could be defiant but the way he was looking at me made me bite my tongue.
“Good girl,” he murmured. Then he lifted me into his arms again. “Now let’s get you to bed.”
14
SLADE
Aurora was shy but responsive and she seemed to trust me again—thank She of the Four Faces for that, I thought as I carried her into the bedroom.