His hands traveled up and down my sides. He bent down to suck at my nipples. I loved what he was doing. Waves of electricity felt like they were playing over my body. He bit them softly, far too softly. I groaned wanting him to bite down hard to hurt me at least a little. As if he read my mind he bit down first on one nipple and then the other. I leaned back and would have fallen if his hand hadn’t caught me on the back of my neck making me nearly come from that touch alone.

“Not yet.” He said sounding amused.

One finger played with my anus. I wiggled wanting more. At the same time I worried that he wouldn’t take my real virginity. I didn’t want him to get side tracked with my rectum like before.

“You want me to take you in this bathtub Francesca?” He asked me.

“Yes please.”

His other hand found my clit and pinched it making me arch up and hug against him shaking.

“You like it when I’m rough with this.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement.

“Yes.” I answered him anyway.

He began to rub against my folds.

“And if it hurts when I take you and push past your hymen?”

“I, I don’t care, I might even like it, please.” I begged.

His eyes crinkled up in the corners with his smile.

“The bathtub is nice, warm and seems clean to you. However the water does not provide good lubrication. Lubrication can ease the way for us both. So I will work on that first.” He told me.

His hands and lips traveled up and down my body until I couldn’t see anything because of the passion he’d built in me. More and more I found myself begging, sighing, and moaning until the bubbling stopped. He took a bottle from the side of the tub and motioned for me to stand. He took the oil rubbing it against my folds then moved up himself and oiled his wonderful penis.

He sat me on the side of the tub, opening my legs further and further. His fingers for the first time slipped past my folds, I gasped at the feel of being penetrated for the first time. He kept moving his finger inside me. He brought it out and moved it in again. I felt incredibly lewd in the candlelight, my legs spread wide, sitting on the cold marble side of the tub. The coolness of that marble was in sharp contrast with the heat of the water and the heat in my vagina.

“Francesca, a woman’s body only has so many firsts. I am honored you want to give me this.” He said. I felt a thicker finger inside me and closed my eyes trying to control my breathing so I didn’t hyperventilate.

Slowly he pulled me toward him. I felt his cock right at my entrance. A panic started in me. I wasn’t being a good girl. I was married though. It was okay, expected even. I wanted it so very much but I found myself in that moment bargaining with God. Please let him love me. Please let it be okay. I’m good really I am, these thoughts and more went flying through my head.

He pulled me closer and I felt the slightest pain, hardly enough to enjoy, and then he was inside me a tiny bit. I shuddered and went very still.

When I relaxed he pushed in further making me feel so full I thought I might burst. I opened my eyes. I saw a small trail of red flowing in the water and spiraling down.

Soon he was moving inside me. I was gasping. He felt so good, like he’d always belonged there. He pinched my right nipple and stroked in, nearly out and in again making water slosh against the sides of the tub.

His body was hard against my clit as he stroked in me. I was elated now. My man loved me. He’d taken me. It was as it should be. I’d finally given him what he wanted. I’d finally said what he needed and demanded I say.

He kept up his glorious movements for a long while. Then he picked me up and carefully stepped out of the tub. He kept us connected the whole time we moved from the tub.
He laid me on a rug in front of the fire in the living room and got on top of me again.

Now he was able to move better. His teeth bit at my left nipple and sucked it, while he bucked inside me. I felt his public bone striking against my clit harder now. His cock inside me was getting faster and going deeper. He seemed to get harder or bigger. He began to move even faster.

He hand cupped and tightened on my neck. His teeth came off of my nipple.
“Come Francesca.” He panted at me. My back arched as my body rocketed into orgasm. I went stiff beneath him for a second before I moved with him once again, our bodies squeezing and grasping at each other like ancient warriors trying to win some glorious battle.

Finally he lay still on top of me. I could feel my vagina twitching and buzzing with him still inside. He hugged me to him fiercely. We stayed like that for a long time. Then he got up and pulled me with him. He took me to a small table and fed me from his hand.
We talked about all of my fantasies. Later he took me to bed. We had sex again and again. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of me. I know I couldn’t get enough of him.

At some point I fell asleep. I slept so soundly I don’t remember any dreams. The next day I expected to continue being blissfully happy with my husband, making love on and on.

I was surprised to find him staring at me when I awoke. I tried to smile even though I wondered how horrible I must look or if I may have been drooling.

“What are you doing?” I asked Ian.

“Looking at you. You’re beautiful.” He answered. I hugged him. My head was at his chest. I was glad because I was worried about morning breath. I didn’t care if he had it but felt it would be the worst thing possible if I did.

“Go ahead.” H said.

“What?” I mumbled.

“I know you want to go to the bathroom and take care of some things.” It was like I was glass and he could see clear through me.

I nodded my head. I was happy to escape to the bathroom. I needed to clean up so I could feel pretty for him. I took care of myself as fast as I could. Soon I was back out of the lavatory, ready to face the day and my husband.

He kissed my hand when I returned.

“Get dressed, we have to talk.” He said. The tone he used scared me. I knew something was wrong right there.

“Why, what is it?” I asked.

“Get dressed.” He repeated in that same tone. He smiled but his eyes were sad and weary looking to me. He walked out of the room, closing the bedroom door behind him.

A sliver of fear slipped through me. I hurried to dress. I found some regular clothes in the closet. Among them I found jeans and a sweater. They both looked comforting and warm so I put them on. I still felt a chill of fear. I rolled cotton socks up my ankles. Tennis shoes were there too they completed my outfit.

These were the most normal things I’d worn since I’d been there. I decided I needed these clothes. They didn’t fit what he normally liked me to wear but he’d had them put there. Now that we were married and my virginity was finally gone I decided I was being given some latitude. Even if he didn’t like it, I felt quite sure I wasn’t going to like what he wanted to talk about. I needed these clothes to keep me insulated.

As I walked to the door to open it and look for Ian, I felt the reinforced denim seam rub against my crotch and winced. I was sore. Still in all there had been less blood and pain than I’d expected from being “deflowered” as my father used to say. I was grateful for that even as I wished for underwear.

The sore ache certainly let me know what had taken place last night. I had done what he wanted. I expected smooth sailing from here on out. I thought he’d be happy but it seemed that somehow I’d done something wrong.

I left the bedroom. My eyes found him eagerly. He had breakfast ready. Ian beckoned to me. His eyes were clearly taking in my apparel. He favored me with a slight nod.

“Ian I can’t eat until I know what you want to talk about.” I said refusing to move to the beautifully set table.

His eyes seemed to go dark, his face turning firm and stormy. I noticed he was dressed. He’d been busy while I was in the bedroom alone. He always planned things so well. Ian was always so in control. Only now it bothered me. I wanted to fight that control he had because I was afraid.

“I think it would be better if you had something in your stomach.” He said.

I crossed to the table, bit the corner of a croissant and chewed it angrily. After I swallowed I looked up at him.

“Good enough?” I asked.

“No. It’s not. Take a pear or banana with you and some cheese or sausage. We’ll talk as we walk.” He insisted. I grabbed a banana and a slice of cheddar but stood still in spite of his opening the door and indicating we should leave.

“Why? Where are we going? Why don’t you just tell me now?” I asked like a petulant child. I felt a growing panic.

“Come here.” He said brooking no arguments and no further discussion.

I found myself moving to him without further thought.

“My dear,” he said, putting my hand in the crook of his arm as if we were off to a ball or something. “What you gave me last night was wonderful. I hope it was as wonderful for you as it was for me. I thank you for finally breaking your way free of your staid upbringing for us both.” He said.

My heart melted and I beamed. The fears fell away from me.

“You don’t have to thank me! I wanted to do that for you! It was incredible! More than I even dreamed!” I told him.

“Now, I know you are curious as to what comes next. We’ve shared a lot. I’ve made some of your fantasies come true and you have made some of mine come true as well.” He continued.

We had made it to the replicated corner that I had been abducted at but I didn’t give it much thought other than to note that we might be headed to my room.