Jenika Snow - Pierwszy raz (Aukcja Dziewic 1)

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DEDICATION

It's only frightening if you allow it to be.

THE FIRST TIME

The Virgin Auctions, 1 Jenika Snow Copyright © 2013 Preface The year is 2135, and young women are bid upon at the Virgin Auctions, a city-wide event that allows wealthy men to purchase young brides for an exuberant price. These females are prepped from a tender age to be the docile and submissive wives that will please their future husbands. Once they are bought, they are at the mercy of their owners. Chapter One Tonight Veronica Dubois would be rid of her virginity. For the past three months, as she was primped, tweaked, tucked and pulled at, that was the only thing she could think about. Since she was old enough to understand what would happen to her on her twentieth birthday, she was prepared to be the perfect wife for her future husband. Tonight was the night when she would be displayed for a room full of wealthy men. The robe the attendants were tying around her hips would be slowly undone and she would be on display. There would be nothing on her body that the prospective buyers wouldn’t be able to see. There would be absolutely no touching, and she was glad for that. She might have been trained to be the good little submissive, but she didn’t know if she could stand and allow strange men to fondle her while she was forced to take it. “You are quite the beauty, Miss.” The attendant who was as old as her mother ran the brush once

more through her brown hair. She set the brush aside and went to the tedious task of twisting and wrapping her hair in a dainty chignon that would showcase her neck and facial features. The attendant left tiny wisps of hair framing her face, which only seemed to enhance her innocence. The fact she would no longer be a virgin frightened her, but not as much as whom her future husband might be. She tried to focus on the positive aspects of this chosen lifestyle, one she had no say in but was expected to follow. The whispered sighs and squeals of the females in the auction rattled on around her. Was she the only one that was scared of what was to come? She just prayed she was lucky enough to have a kind and gentle man bid on her. “I think you are all ready, Miss. I can tell you will catch a fine penny this evening.” The sound of Veronica’s heart slamming in her chest seemed deafening in the small room. Would the bids be high for her this evening? She prayed they would be because her family was counting on that money. That was why they spent so much of their own time and money throughout the years making her the perfect female for tonight. If she married into the aristocracy, her family would be looked upon as such as well. She looked at all the other females that stood the same as her. Their hair was piled on their heads, showing their delicate features, and they all wore the same silk white robe. They would walk out in a single file line and face a crowd that they couldn’t see. One at a time they would step forward and their robes would be removed, their bodies put on display. The auction was silent, to Veronica’s disappointment, and they would not be able to hear the bidder’s voices. She would not be able to gauge their age or their personality. She sent another prayer up that everything would work out and she wouldn’t be stuck with an unattractive man or one far older than her. There were horror stories of husbands four times their bride’s age. “Remember, ladies, this is the night you were born for. This night will shape the rest of your lives. Remember that.” The director of her city’s virgin auction stood before them, her bun severe at the nap of her neck, and her glasses thin atop her beaklike nose. She didn’t need to remind them about the importance of tonight. Veronica’s mother, Kathleen, had drilled in her head that if she failed tonight she would not only be a disappointment to the family, but she also would not be welcome. If she didn’t bring a high enough bid then her family would be disgraced and Veronica would forever be shunned by her community. It was a harsh punishment for something she couldn’t control, but she needed to make sure she made her family proud. The girls started lining up single file, and Veronica was sandwiched between a blonde and a redhead. The line began moving forward, and Veronica’s heart started pounding fast, her blood rushing through her body. She had never been as nervous as she was at this moment. The sound of low male voices penetrated her anxiety-riddled body as everyone stepped onto the large platform. The wood beneath her bare feet was smooth and polished to perfection. She kept her head lowered, because that was what a good submissive did. As soon as the male prospects realized they were on the block everyone became quiet. Could they hear her heart pounding against her ribs? She could hear it in her ears and feel it in her throat. They stood there, waiting until the announcer informed the first female to step forward. The urge to look up, to see what was before her was strong, but she refrained because unless specifically directed a virgin was always obedient. Girl after girl was called forward, and Veronica felt a bead of sweat slip between her breasts. “Veronica Dubois.” This was it. She stepped forward at the announcement of her name, her head lowered, her hands clasped in front of her. “Twenty years of age, five foot three, one hundred and five pounds.” An attendant stepped next to her and untied the robe. The material dropped to her feet and the

chilled air brushed over her bared flesh. “This virgin has been waxed and prepped for the winning bidder’s pleasure.” The attendant moved behind her and cupped both of her breasts, showcasing them for all to see. “Cup size thirty-six C, she might have a small frame but what she lacks in thickness she makes up for in an ample bosom and a tight cunt.” Veronica had seen and heard enough about the auctions to know there were hundreds of eyes upon her right now, scrutinizing her body. Her face heated, but she kept it lowered. No one aside from the female attendants had ever seen her naked. The urge to cover up was strong, but she kept her arms by her sides. Every inch of her was announced to the bidders, and she was instructed to raise her head. Bright lights blinded her and she tried to keep from squinting. When he was finished she could hear the shuffling of papers in the audience as the bids were being placed. Her heart slammed against her chest, and she felt perspiration dot her body. Could they see that imperfection on her? Would that affect her price? There were females that refused to be in the auction, ones that demanded they be able to choose the man they married. If their families were adamant they were forced to participate, and the girls that were unruly disappeared. Rumors that those girls were shipped to a covenant, trained to understand what their role in life was, and taught that as a female of a high ranking family they were indebted to do their duty. Those rumors were what brought fear into Veronica. She loved her family and knew they loved her even if being auctioned off was what she never had planned for herself. Finding someone to love, choosing that man herself was more of a fairytale than what her real life was. She just prayed she had an attractive man as a husband. She knew he would most likely be older, for it was rare for a younger man to have the income to waste on a virgin bride. She also hoped he was kind and gentle. There had been horror stories of men so cruel, so demanding in their sexual appetites that the wives were damaged physically and mentally. After what seemed like forever the attendant helped her with her robe and escorted her back to her rightful place in line. The rest of the girls were called upon, their attributes on display, and when it was all said and done they were led down the block to their future husbands. This was it; this was the moment in life that Veronica had been trained for. She would meet the man she would spend the rest of her life with and the one that would take her virginity tonight. It scared the shit out of her.

Chapter Two “Veronica Dubois.” She stepped forward, her head held in the submissive pose as she awaited her cue to lay her eyes on her husband. “May I introduce Master Kristoff St. Michaels for the St. Michaels Manor.” She lifted her head, but what she saw was a very broad, very muscular chest hidden beneath a snug white dress shirt. Craning her head even farther back, her breath stalled as she took in the imposing and intimidating man before her. He was quite possibly the biggest man she had ever seen, at least a foot taller than her. He was older than her, possibly twenty years if she were to guess, but his skin was tanned and smooth, his blond hair styled as was in for the times, and his green eyes were striking but also held something far darker, something she wasn’t sure if she wanted to unlock. Their gazes held for so long she dropped her head from the awkwardness of it. The feel of his fingers under her chin, lifting her head up so she was forced to look at him, sent tingles of awareness through her. This was the first time a man aside from her father had laid a hand on her. Of course where her father’s touch had been loving affection, Master Kristoff’s touch was filled with so much heat she felt it at her very core. The way he watched her with his intense green eyes made her very aware of what they would do tonight. She didn’t know anything about him, but very soon she would know everything there was to know about the man before her. When he let go of her chin she didn’t drop her head again, because him forcing her to look at him had been a silent demand. Did he not like the submissive and docile woman she was trained to be? It was all she knew, all she had ever been taught. He handed the auctioneer a thick envelope, and she wondered exactly how much she had been worth to him. He took her hand and led her through the throng of men that made up the bottom level of the auction house. There were so many men, far more the age of her grandfather than the few younger ones that were seated in plush red velvet seats. Of course there were more men than there were virgin women being auctioned. Veronica’s group had been the first to go on the block, and there were still two more sets of twenty girls to be auctioned off. Only half the men in attendance would take home a wife today. Many of the men turned their attention her way, and although many of them stared at her, their eyes traveling down her robe-hidden body, the majority of them were staring at Master Kristoff. Her husband led her out of the building to a waiting limousine. A chauffer dressed in livery opened the door for them and Master Kristoff ushered her inside. When he was seated beside her and the car pulled away from the curb, Veronica was struck with intense emotion. The money she earned tonight would go to her family. She would never be able to see them again, not unless her husband allowed her to. This was her life, one in which she was to always please her husband and obey his every wish. Tightness started growing in her chest at the very idea that the life she had known would never be anymore. She may have been watched constantly, always being prepared for this life, but she had been given a small amount of freedom. She had wandered her mother’s garden, smelled the red roses that climbed the trellis, had even watched the hummingbirds drink nectar on the deck. Would her husband allow her such freedom, or would he expect to be ready for his sexual appetites day and night? She looked over at him through the tiny wisps of hair that fell across her eyes. She was shocked to see him watching her, the intensity in his gaze sending a chill up her spine. He was so large that his body barely fit in the small confines of the car. His long legs, stretched out in front of him and slightly spread, showed just how muscular he was. His suit jacket was draped over the seat across from them and she just

now noticed his sleeves were rolled up his forearms. He appeared relaxed and in control. Was he always like this, or was he putting on a façade to put her at ease until they were behind closed doors? All of her training came to her, and she licked her lips. She didn’t miss how his eyes dropped to watch the act. “I hope I do not disappoint you, Master Kristoff.” She averted her eyes and watched the passing scenery out the window. “Look at me, Veronica.” His voice possessed a rough timbre that had her nipples tightening beneath the robe. When she looked back at him he was running his hand through his hair, disheveling the once immaculately styled locks. “Our servants call me Master Kristoff. You are my wife and will not. I am just Kristoff to you, alright?” His tone had softened, and she felt warmth bloom inside of her. The fact that he wanted her to use his given name spoke a lot about the type of person he was. Even her mother, who had been a virgin at the auctions when she was twenty, called her father Master Eric. A lot of the men that bought a wife liked to be called such titles. They either derived pleasure from it or they liked the power that came with it. Either way she was married to a man that was already giving her freedom that most females in her situation didn’t have. “Okay. I’d like that.” The small smile that graced his face made him seem a little less scary. He lifted a hand and Veronica held her breath as he ran his fingers through the tendrils of hair that had escaped her chignon. Those same fingers brushed her cheek and she couldn’t help how her heart raced from such a small, seemingly innocent touch. “You were by the far the most beautiful woman at the auction.” His voice almost had a faraway quality to it as his eyes roamed over her face. “Come here, Veronica.” The way he said her name made her think of sex. It was pitched low and rolled off his tongue, like he was savoring each letter. Adrenalin raced through her veins as she moved closer to him, so close that she could smell his cologne. It was a rich and heady combination that had her most intimate parts tingling. She had never been aroused, never been around anything that would have put her in such a state, but as she sat next to Kristoff she knew what she was feeling now was most certainly that: raw, intense arousal. His hands on her shoulders turned her so her body was facing his. He was so much larger than her that she felt wholly feminine. She couldn’t help but compare his strong masculine body to her soft womanly figure. What would he look like without that suit on? Did he have just as many muscles as she thought he did? She could certainly see the defined groups of them every time he moved. There was no doubt in her mind that he was going to kiss her. His eyes kept dipping down to her mouth, lingering there longer and longer until slowly he started to lower his head. When his mouth was mere centimeters from hers, everything inside of her stilled. His warm breath, smelling slightly sweet, brushed along her lips and had her aching for him to kiss her. “Veronica,” he said her name again, so soft and sensual that her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned forward that last bit of space that separated them and sealed her mouth with his. At the first touch he groaned and cupped her cheek. She had assumed he would be forceful, taking what he wanted because she was essentially his property, but the gentleness inside of him made her want him desperately. Never had she felt such intensity inside of her, such a longing to be with a man she had never met before, a man that had bought her and was now her husband. His hands made their way to her waist and gripped her through the robe tightly. In the next instant he had her lifted and straddling his waist. She was nude under the robe and when her legs spread over his thighs and the material parted she felt the very hard, very big definition of his manhood against the tender folds of her pussy. “Can you feel how much I want you, Veronica?” he said between kisses and licks to her throat. She

couldn’t answer, couldn’t find the words to respond. All she could do was nod. The ache inside of her was all consuming, and wetness started to quickly pool between her thighs. Could he feel her heat? Feel the cream that he caused slipping from her body? The hands on her waist forced her down so she was sitting right on his fabric-covered erection. She shifted on top of him, felt him swell even further, and wanted to feel all of that raw power pushing into her. While being trained to be everything her husband would want, she was taught how to pleasure a man orally. She may not have any real-life experience in bringing ecstasy to a man, but she knew enough through her teachings to get started. She just hoped it was to Kristoff’s liking.

Chapter Three His mouth moved slowly yet thoroughly against hers at the same time his big hands slid lower and gripped her bottom. He squeezed her flesh, bringing her as close to his body as he could. With the aid of his hands and her own desire to feel more of him, Veronica found herself growing bold and rubbing her bare pussy on him. His tongue snaked out and teased her bottom lip, and a little cry left her. He tasted so good, so addicting. The bundle of nerves at the top of her pussy swelled with her increased movements. It felt so good, so deliciously wanton to finally let all of her inhibitions go and enjoy herself. “That’s it, baby. Ride that sweet little cunt on me. Make yourself come. Use me.” His darkly erotic words had her gasping against his mouth and moving faster as she found a rhythm that would bring her closer and closer to something monumental. Whatever was building inside of her was going to consume her and she was helpless to stop it. His hands were still on her ass, pulling her forward and pushing her back on his shaft, over and over again. She opened her mouth on a gasp as a particularly intense contraction rippled through her body. It felt so good that the world around her dimmed in comparison. He took that as an invitation and slid his tongue inside of her mouth, moving it against her own and mimicking what she desperately wanted him to be doing between her thighs. She didn’t want to think about what she was doing with this stranger, this unknown man that was now her husband. Where had the submissive female she was trained to be gone? She slowed her moving hips and broke their kiss, feeling that precipice of lust starting to fade. She looked into his eyes and felt his hand cup her nape. Dropping her eyes, she didn’t know what he wanted, how she was supposed to act. Truth be told, she didn’t want to give herself over to a man for the sole reason of pleasuring him. She may have gone through years of sexual and submissive training, but the person deep down inside, the woman she was, wanted to be her own person. She wanted to be equal. “Look at me.” His voice was gentle yet commanding, and she lifted her gaze to his. It was impossible not to do as he said. “I want you to come on me, Veronica. I want to feel your body shake as you lose control.” Oh. God. The breath left her at his words. He leaned in and resumed kissing her. He slid his tongue along hers, fucking her mouth. One of his hands moved to cup her breast through the robe. The material was thin, and she knew he could feel the outline of her nipple as it stabbed through. His groan of satisfaction made her feel bold again, and she picked up where she left off. Moving back and forth on him she found a rhythm that had her rapidly rising, moving closer and closer to the explosion that she knew would take all the air from her lungs. Whatever was building inside of her grew to the point where it couldn’t be contained any longer. Her head fell back and her eyes closed as the most exquisite, most explosive pleasure washed through her. She was aware of the sounds coming from her, high-pitched mewling noises that should have embarrassed her but she was helpless to stop. Kristoff’s mouth was now latched on her neck, sucking on her flesh so hard she could feel the blood rush to the surface. She wantonly ground her hips on his lap, not caring that she was probably leaving a wet patch from the moisture continuously pouring from her clenching pussy. Exhaustion suddenly slammed into her, and she fell against Kristoff’s chest, the breath coming out of her in hard bursts. His arms wrapped around her, and he murmured against her head about how sweet and beautiful she was, how phenomenal she felt. She had only been in Kristoff’s presence for less than thirty

minutes and already he had given her, her first climax. She should be mortified, humiliated and ashamed, but how could she when he rubbed her back and whispered endearments to her? She just hoped it was always like this, that he was always like this.

Chapter Four She was still on Kristoff’s lap, her head in his chest, when the car slowed and then stopped. A moment later the backdoor was opened, and Kristoff helped her out of the car. His home was beautiful, with a sweeping archway and large windows. Monstrous pine trees surrounded the property, giving the illusion of privacy. Her husband took her hand and helped her up the wide stone steps and into their home. Their home. It sounded strange even thinking it. White marble covered the large foyer and a spiraling staircase stood directly in front of her. There was a line of servants off to the side, all of them in black and white attire. Their heads were bent and their hands were clasped in front of them. Kristoff introduced them to her and then led her up the staircase, down a long, expensively decorated hallway, and into their bedroom. A butler followed them in and laid out a stack of clothing for her on the bed. “We will take supper in here tonight, Edward.” The butler bowed at the waist and shut the door on his way out. Kristoff stood there, seemingly unsure of what to do next. Would he expect her to strip and lay on the bed, her thighs spread? He had only shown kindness to her, but now that they were truly alone, would that change? “Are you cold? I can draw you a bath, and you can soak until dinner arrives. It shouldn’t be too long.” That certainly wasn’t what she expected him to say. “I’m not cold, and I bathed before the auction.” Should she have taken one regardless? Maybe he wanted her extra clean? She didn’t know what to do or say so she just stood there. He started unbuttoning his shirt, and her heart pounded with each strip of flesh he revealed. To her disappointment he didn’t unbutton it all the way. He moved toward the bed and sat on the edge, patting the spot next to him. “Sit next to me. I am sure you have questions. I can see the uncertainty in your eyes, and I hope to alleviate it.” When she was seated beside him she stared at the bookshelf that filled on whole wall. Even from the distance she could see the binding of several of them etched in different languages. She was fluent in several different languages, a necessity in case her husband was not from the States. A few picture frames were sporadically placed on the wooden shelves, and she could just make out the image of a woman with flowing raven black hair. Was that a relative or a previous wife? Was Veronica the replacement? That thought left a bitter taste in her mouth. She didn’t want to be the replacement of a wife that was no more. If that was a past lover, did he only purchase her to ease the ache in his heart from losing someone he loved? He would really answer any questions she had? What was she supposed to ask anyway? She had never been in this situation before and only knew one thing: always obey. “I don’t know what to ask you.” “How about the basics? I mean, you know nothing of me yet I know everything about you.” Yes, she knew there would be no secret of hers that he didn’t know. All bidders knew the history of the females they were bidding on before they even came to the auction. “You are so very young, Veronica.” He ran his finger down the bared part of her arm, and she shivered. Just his touch caused something inside of her to bloom and warm. She wondered if it was like this with all of the women on their wedding night. “Do I frighten you?” His mouth was right by her ear, and she sighed at the feeling of his warm breath along her skin.

Did he frighten her? “Yes. No.” She looked over at him and their mouths were once again only inches apart. She looked down at his lips, so full and inviting. Dare she be so bold as to kiss him again? He answered her unspoken question. “Kiss me, Veronica.” She leaned in the rest of the way and pressed her mouth to his. His hand speared in her hair, working with expert fingers to undo her chignon. Her hair tumbled down her back in waves of mahogany, and he immediately tangled his hands in the tendrils, tilting her head at the same time to deepen their kiss. He loosened one hand from her hair and slid it down her shoulder and through the gap in her robe. The first touch of his warm, smooth fingers wrapping around her bare breast had her gasping from the intensity of it. His thumb and forefinger pulled at her nipple, causing the flesh to pucker to the point of pain. He continued his pleasurable torture until she was begging him to do the same to the other one. It seemed like forever until he moved those teasing digits to her other breast. His index finger ran a slow circle around her areola, making the skin tighten. She found herself thrusting her chest out to him, pushing her breast into his hand. “Your tits are so soft, supple. I want to suck on your nipples, draw them deep in my mouth until you beg me for release.” His erotic words shocked her. He spoke against her mouth, almost breathlessly, but before he could deliver on his threat there was a soft knock on the door. Kristoff pulled away and closed the lapels of her robe and stared at her, his hands gripping the material so tight his knuckles were white. He leaned in and kissed her softly before rising and going to the door. She hadn’t missed the massive erection he sported or the fact he had yet to get off. Just thinking of him pushing into her with that sent a chill of uncertainty through her. Then again, given his overall size she shouldn't have been that surprised. He was a very intimidating man, but even though he was double her size she couldn't find a deep-seated fear that he might hurt her.

Chapter Five They finished dinner in bed, and Veronica let herself relax against the cool, satiny sheets. She couldn’t remember the last time her belly was this full. “You seem very content. It is a good look on you.” Kristoff was propped against the headboard, his legs stretched out, his ankles crossed. He smiled at her, and she couldn’t help but return the expression. “Yes, well, I was never allowed to be full while growing up. Putting on weight was frowned upon, seeing as we were virgin brides.” When he didn’t respond she glanced over at him. A frown marred his expression, and she hoped she hadn’t angered him by speaking so bluntly. “I’m sorry. I need to learn to hold my tongue.” “Stop it.” The fierce command had her sitting up and staring at him with wide eyes. He shook his head and closed his eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to raise my voice. I just wish you wouldn’t apologize for speaking with me. I’m your husband, Veronica. I want you to be able to speak to me freely without the fear of punishment. I am not that type of husband, despite what you may have heard about me.” Veronica wanted to ask him what he meant, wanted to know why the men at the auction had watched him almost hesitantly. They obviously knew something about him, knew something that should frighten her, but even though he was giving her the opening to ask him, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. The truth of what she might hear scared the crap out of her. She smoothed her hands down her robe and asked, “How old are you?” It seemed like a safe alternative to what she was too afraid to ask. She heard him exhale and the rustle of sheets moving. She looked at him and saw that he was now lying on the bed, his hands behind his head and his gaze on the ceiling. “Thirty-eight.” He turned his head and looked over at her. “I have two brothers, Nikolas and Griffin. They live about thirty miles from here in the city of Hawkson.” She didn’t respond and so he continued giving her a little glimpse into his life. It was strange that they may have only been husband and wife for less than a day, but already she was feeling closer to him than anyone she had ever known. Her family had never opened up with her like Kristoff was. He was willing to let her into his life. It made her feel like more than just an object. “Am I your first wife?” The words just tumbled out of her, and she wished she could take them back as soon as they came out. She watched as he ran a hand through his hair and breathed out roughly. “No. I was married for five years.” He got off the bed and walked over to the bookshelf, grabbing the photo of the raven-haired woman she had seen earlier. He lay back on the bed and turned toward her, handing her the picture. “That was Macie.” Veronica didn’t miss how he used past tense to describe his wife, but when he told her he had been married she knew the woman had passed away. A man could buy more than one wife, but he didn’t divorce them. Ever. “I’m so sorry. When did she die?” “Two years ago.” His voice was low and distant and she knew he was thinking about her, probably thinking of memories that had once been reality. “Can I ask how she died?” He reached across the mattress and took her hand. “You are my wife now, Veronica. I told you to speak freely to me. I have nothing to hide.” His stare was intense, and she could see an internal struggle going on within him. “I didn’t have Macie on a leash like many of the husbands that buy their wives do. I

wanted her to have freedom, to explore the world. Out back there is a garden, one that she planted and grew. She used to love going out there, especially in the evening when the night blooming jasmines were in season.” His thumb drew tiny circles on the back of her hand, and Veronica was mesmerized watching his finger smooth over her skin. “I was working late when I received the phone call. They found her body by the creek that runs parallel to the property through the woods. By the time I got there she had already been pronounced dead. They said she tripped on the slippery rocks lining the creek bed and hit her head. She had massive hemorrhaging.” He took a deep, stuttering breath. “The coroner told me she was pregnant.” Veronica felt tears prick her eyes. That certainly wasn’t what she expected to hear. She felt the first hot tear slide down her cheek and lifted her free hand to brush it away. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what it feels like to lose someone precious to you so tragically.” He gave her a reassuring smile and gave a gentle tug of her hand, urging her to come closer. “I’m sure you saw the way the other men at the auction looked at me.” Veronica nodded. “They think I am a negligent husband, that if I had kept Macie on a leash, showed her who was in control and hadn’t give her the freedom she would still be here. I know what they were thinking when they saw me purchase you; know that they are counting down the days until I fuck up again.” His eyes were suddenly on hers and the depth of emotion she saw in them was startling. “When I saw you up there something inside of me opened. I have been to every auction the city has held, but I have never had any intention of ever purchasing another wife. I’ve come to terms with her death and know that is my past. I knew that I had to move on, and have, but I just couldn’t bring myself to bring another woman into my house and risk letting her get harmed again.” He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, and Veronica closed her eyes, savoring the feeling. “I can’t tell you what happened, but when I saw you walk up on the stage with the other women I knew right then I had to have you. I wanted to try to be a husband again. I wanted to try with you.”

Chapter Six Tear after tear slipped down Veronica’s cheeks, and she didn’t bother brushing them away. It wouldn’t have made a difference anyway. Never would she have thought when she was bought that her husband would be so honest, so heartbreaking. Here sat Kristoff St. Michaels, a man physically superior to most, spilling his heart about the woman he thought he let down. The sorrow and remorse that poured from him was so thick, so tangible that it suffocated her. She thought she would just be a possession, a pretty little object that would always be expected to be ready for her husband. This life was certainly not what she expected, but she accepted it, embraced it. “Several men wanted you, but there wasn’t any way I was going to let them have you. I felt my heart beat for the first time in two years when I saw you. I don’t believe in love at first sight, but I do believe that what I felt for you when I first saw you goes against any logic and reason.” His hand cupped her cheek and he said softly, “I don’t expect you to have any idea of what I feel for you, of what I want to have with you, but I hope you’ll accept me and let me show you how good I can be to you.” Veronica didn’t wait for him to finish, didn’t think about how to be proper and meager. She let her emotions take control for the first time in her twenty years. Leaning in, she kissed Kristoff with all the heartache, all the happiness and sympathy she felt for him. He responded with a tightening of his hand on her cheek and a groan of desire. He gripped her hip with his other hand and pulled her closer so that she could feel his erection press against her thigh. She wanted to feel him inside of her, using all of that pent up emotion on her. She moved her hands between their bodies and undid the bow that held her robe together. Without breaking the kiss he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed the material away. It pooled at her waist, the air causing her nipples to tighten in response. Her breath came out in hard little pants against his mouth. Hands on his chest, she felt the muscles swell beneath them. She grabbed the buttons with her fingers and started undoing them, her heart racing each time they slipped free. She could feel his thumbs caress her skin and felt his hands slowly make their way across her collarbones and over her breasts. For a suspended moment all he did was hold her, but soon his kiss became more heated, demanding, and he gripped her flesh tighter. At the feel of pressure on her tender flesh she arched her back, thrusting her chest into his warm palms, silently begging him for more. He broke the kiss and started trailing kisses down her throat and then latched on to one of her nipples. A ripple of pleasure shot through her core when she felt the hot, wet suction of his mouth and tongue on her turgid flesh. She found her hands in his hair, as if they had a mind of their own. The dark strands were short and silky as they slipped through her fingers. She held him to her chest and savored the feel of him gently drawing the tiny bead farther into his mouth. The sensation of blood rushing to the surface, pooling beneath his mouth had her clamping her thighs closed to stop the flow of moisture that was starting to make a slow trek down her inner thighs. One of his hands smoothed down her belly and stopped at the top of her mound. “Let me feel you, Veronica.” When he touched her bare pussy for the first time she jumped. It was just a small touch, not even overtly sexual, but it was like fire licking through her entire body. Ever so slowly he used his upper body to push her back on the bed until she felt her back meet the cool sheets. He was so much larger than her that when he rested his body fully on hers everything around her was blocked out, hidden behind the sheer mountain of his shoulders. He lifted up slightly and shrugged his shirt off. She felt her mouth go dry at the sight of his chest.

Rippling muscles encased in smooth satiny flesh were all she could see. The dips and hollows, that perfectly cut V of muscle that led down his abdomen and disappeared beneath his trousers was something statues were made of. He looked so hard, so powerful that she didn’t doubt he could crush anything that got in his way, but with her he was as gentle as if she were a wounded butterfly and he wanted to heal her. “Spread your thighs, Veronica. Let me touch my wife’s pussy.” Just hearing him speak reverently yet erotically had heat traveling through her. She spread her thighs when he adjusted himself off of her. He knelt in front of her, his trousers still on, but not even those hid how much he wanted her. His gaze was riveted to the area between her legs and she felt herself grow increasingly wetter. It was like the knowledge that he was looking at her down there triggered something inside of her, had her body preparing itself for his penetration. At the first feel of Kristoff’s finger sliding through her folds she closed her eyes and sighed. It felt so good to finally be touched, and the fact that it was Kristoff touching her made it feel even better. She never knew how much she ached for this moment until he was finally giving it to her. The digit slid through her slit and circled her hole. Biting her lip, she tasted blood when she felt him slide that thick, long finger into her. “So tight and wet.” Her eyes snapped open when she felt his warm breath on her. “You’re so ready for me, baby. I bet you taste even better.” She lifted her head and looked down at him. He was watching his finger move in and out of her body, his gaze heavy lidded, his mouth slightly parted. As if he couldn’t contain his need any longer, he latched his mouth on her clit and sucked feverishly all while his finger pushed in and out of her. His other hand gripped her inner thigh, lifting it and placing it over his shoulder, giving him more access to her cunt. His shoulders, as wide as mountains, settled between her legs. Unused muscles stretched and protested, but she loved the feeling. She gripped his hair again, loving the feel of the strands tangled between her fingers. “You’re so fucking sweet, Veronica.” He slid his finger from her body and replaced it with his tongue. “Your pussy taste like ambrosia, like the sweetest berry. I could eat your cunt out all night, savoring you until you were so swollen from my mouth you begged me to stop.” He flattened his tongue and ran it from her pussy hole to her clit. “Tell me how much you want that, baby. Tell me you want my mouth fucking this sweet little pussy.” A wave of dizziness assaulted her at his words. He abused her flesh oh so good, urging her to tell him what he wanted to hear. “Yes, Kristoff, yes. I want your mouth on me. I want your cock in me.” The last part spilled from her, and she felt her eyes widen. Never had she spoken so bluntly, so wantonly. He grunted against her vagina, the knowledge that he liked her talking so freely causing her to groan. He fucked her with his tongue, and she desperately wanted him to use another part of his anatomy on the clenching hole. Thumb circling her clit now, Veronica thought she would pass out from the dual sensations. Over and over he teased her until she found herself lifting her hips up, thrusting her pussy into his face for more contact. So close, she was so close to feeling that wonderful sensation again that she let go of his hair and gripped the sheets, hanging on for when the tidal wave of ecstasy finally claimed her. It didn’t take long for Kristoff’s expert mouth and fingers to have that crest of sensation tumbling forth and sucking every last ounce of energy from her. When the wave left and he moved out from between her thighs she felt bereft, but then he was lying beside her, his fingers dancing across her thigh as the heavy pants of his suppressed pleasure teased the hair by her ear, and that emptiness eased. It was then that she realized her husband had gotten her off twice, yet he was suffering, unfulfilled. Pushing herself up, she looked down at him, knowing that it was time to put her training to use.

Chapter Seven Veronica thought back to all the lessons she learned on how to orally please a man. She reached for his pants and started undoing them. She kept her eyes on him, giving him visual stimulation as well as physical. His eyes were closed and a look of strained concentration marred his face. She used that moment to really look at him. His nose, a straight line that spoke of the aristocracy, was in the center of his face. The hard ridges of his cheekbones led down to a square jaw. She wondered what he would look like with morning stubble and his hair askew from their continuous lovemaking. The ridges of muscles on his abdomen clenched with the force of his breathing. His eyes slowly opened and the green depths seemed to glow in the dim light. His gaze was locked on her, watching as she slid the zipper down and pulled the sides apart. The white material of his underwear was a stark contrast to his tanned flesh and she felt her mouth water. A line of dark hair led from just below his belly button to the waistband of his underwear. She gripped the edges of both garments and started pulling them down. Kristoff lifted his hips to aid in what she was doing, and when his cock sprang forth everything around her stilled. Hair a shade darker than the blond locks on his head framed the thick root of his shaft. He was big and hard. His thighs were thick tree trunks, massive and solid with a light dusting of lightly colored hair covering them. His penis was fully erect and reached well passed his bellybutton as it lay on his stomach. He was so large and she was so small in comparison that she couldn’t help but wonder how in the world he would fit comfortably inside of her. She knew a woman was made to stretch, but good lord he was massive. She wrapped her hand around him and swallowed when her thumb and middle finger didn’t touch. He was velvet over steel and he was scorching hot in her grip. Veronica needed to quit worrying about what would and wouldn’t fit and focus on pleasing him as much as he pleased her. Sliding her hand down the root of his shaft, she squeezed and smiled when he grunted in response. The tip of him was painted red, and a drop of moisture dotted the slit. Leaning forward she swiped her tongue along the bead of precum and moaned at his flavor. The taste was very masculine, like saltwater taffy and male sweat. The dual combination may have not sounded appealing, but to her it was heaven. She encased the head, sucked hard and twirled her tongue on the underside of his cock. The large vein that ran the length throbbed under her touch, and she moved her hand up and down his length, loving that he swelled even further in her grasp. His hands found their way into her hair this time and he tugged. There was a sting of biting pain but it felt good, made her feel like she was doing it right. She may have been trained in the art of oral, but she had never practiced on an actual man before. There were videos and demonstrations using anatomically correct dummies. For a virgin wife must never see the penis of a man that wasn’t her husband. Veronica hollowed out her cheeks, applying the maximum amount of suction she could while she used her hand to stroke the rest of his cock she couldn’t reach with her mouth. Tiny bursts of salty cum exploded in her mouth so she picked up her speed and moaned around the head on the upstroke. The vibrations would travel down his shaft, hopefully driving him mad with pleasure. She used her free hand to grab the massive weights that hung beneath his cock. His balls were heavy in her palm and when she caressed them she felt the skin tighten. He started to lift his hips into her, thrusting his dick in her mouth while he murmured how good it felt, how much she pleased him.

His fingers moving sensually in her hair, she could tell Kristoff was getting closer and closer to his own climax. Another burst of cum filled her mouth, and she greedily swallowed. She tried to take as much of him as she could, but when the tip of him reached the back of her throat and still half of his shaft was visible, she knew it wouldn’t happen. Over and over she sucked him. Up and down, up and down. His hips started pumping into her mouth harder and faster now and soon all she could do was brace her hands on his body and let him ride out his orgasm. “Jesus Christ, Veronica.” He groaned loudly, cursing that it was so good. Too good. Roaring out that it would never be enough, that she would never be enough. His ejaculation filled her mouth to the brim and she swallowed as much as she could. Some of his cum slipped out the corner of her mouth, but his load was massive, just like the rest of him. When he was spent she let his still semi-erect shaft slip from her mouth, but first she sucked on the head, licked it clean until he was groaning and lightly pushing her away. “Shit, baby.” He threw his arm over his eyes and sought her out with his other hand. He pulled her close, and she curled into his body, closed her eyes, and smiled. He was pleased, which in turn made her pleased. She never thought it would feel like this, but she was pleasantly surprised that it did.

Chapter Eight They lay together for several long moments until their breathing evened out. She thought he had fallen asleep but then he dropped his arm from his eyes and turned to look at her. He stared at her for several long moments before leaning in and kissing her. His tongue stroked over her lips before slipping between the seam. He slid his hand between her thighs, tested her readiness, and urged her to spread her thighs. This was it. This was the moment that she had thought about since she knew what it was. His hips fit perfectly in the cradle of hers, and she felt the hot hardness of his cock press against her cleft. Ever so gently he started pressing into her, not penetrating her but rubbing the root of his erection on her clit. Up and down he moved his hips, swiveling his groin just right so she was moving with him, their movements mimicking what she wanted to do, desperately. “Kristoff, please,” she breathed against his mouth. At this point she wasn’t below begging him. “God, just hearing you say my name, pleading with me makes me so damn hard, baby.” He took her wrists and placed her arms above her head, causing her body to stretch beneath his. Her breasts brushed along the hard, smooth planes of his chest, her nipples scraping against his skin, driving her wild. “I want inside of you so fucking badly, Veronica.” He thrust against her, hard. “I want to feel your tight, hot little cunt spreading around my cock, milking me until I come and fill you up.” The words tumbled out of him fast and rough. “You want that too, don’t you, sweetheart?” “God, yes. Yes, I want that.” She was beyond thinking clearly by now. Her pussy felt hot and wet, so damn wet that she knew her moisture coated his shaft, making it slide easily through her slit. Grabbing his shaft, he placed the tip at her entrance. Immediately her pussy clamped down, as if her body knew what was right there and was eager to grab hold. Inch by agonizing inch Kristoff started pushing into her. “Fuck,” Veronica watched him as he continued to advance. He was so large and thick that she felt so full, so completely possessed by him. The tightening of his hands on her wrists made her feel trapped, but not in a bad way. Everything he did to her, every little touch, every little stroke was for her pleasure. Even restraining her made her feel safe and protected. She knew when he came against her barrier because his body tensed above hers and he stopped advancing. He leaned back so that he could look into her eyes and dipped his head to bring his lips to hers. “I’m sorry. It’s going to hurt. There isn’t any way around it.” He kissed her again and murmured, “I’d take the pain if I could.” And she knew he would, even though they had just met. Whatever was between them, whatever he sensed when he saw her was far stronger than just two people being together. She may not love him, not yet, but she could easily see herself falling for him, hard. He started to pull out so that just the head of his shaft was poised at her entrance and then he was pushing back into her, right through her hymen, breaking the thin barrier that marked her innocence. The sting of pain had her wincing, and he started dropping tiny kisses around her face, whispering how good

she felt, that everything was okay. When he was fully buried within her body he stilled, allowing her to adjust to his size. They kissed slowly, their mouths moving together, opening yet no tongue slipping past their lips. It was highly sensual and erotic. He gripped the back of her thigh, but secured both of her wrists in one of his hands. Lifting and pulling her leg outwards, he deepened the penetration by another inch and had her gasping in his mouth. He started slowly moving within her. In and out. Slow and gentle. Sweat coated their bodies and every time he slid all of his inches into her their skin would slide together, slick with their perspiration. Their mingled breaths were labored, and in between kissing, nipping, and sucking, Kristoff was bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. The arm that held her wrists was by her head, the muscles bulging every time he thrust into her. Tendrils of hair stuck to the side of her face and beads of water and salt dotted the area between her breasts and started slipping down between her ribs to pool in her belly button. Kristoff watched the act of those beads of sweat making their trek down her body and dipped his head, dragging his tongue up her cleavage and following the same path those droplets made to her belly button. The feel of his tongue swirling on the outer rim of that little indentation had her body shaking and her hips lifting. “Oh, yes,” she hissed the last word when he ran his tongue back up her body and kissed her. She tasted the saltiness of her own body on him and sucked his tongue into her mouth, drawing it in hard and fast and moaning from the flavor. His taste mixed with hers was intoxicating, addicting. She opened her mouth and cried out when he pressed against something inside of her, making her whole body tense with ecstasy. “Christ, baby, I’m going to come. Please tell me you’re close.” She couldn’t speak, couldn’t even form words as he continued to rub along the extra sensitive area inside of her pussy, driving her higher into oblivion. “You’re so tight, Veronica. You clench around me and it feels like a fist, like fucking heaven. I’m going to come so hard. So. Fucking. Hard.” He slammed into her fiercely on the last word, and she cried out in climax. Something opened up inside of her, like a dam breaking free. It blinded her, carried her deeper into the abyss. She was vaguely aware of Kristoff slamming his hips into her, dragging his cock in and out of her convulsing pussy. He roared out his own release and she felt the thick, heavy jets of his cum fill her, marking her as his. Whatever was happening wouldn’t relent. The pleasure was non-stop, all consuming, and she never wanted it to end. He collapsed on top of her, murmuring gruff words that she couldn’t understand, that she didn’t even think were coherent. Her inner muscles continued to quake around his softening cock, and when he finally pulled out of her she sucked in the first real breath of air since he had first entered her. She felt soaked, completely saturated, and she didn’t know if it was from her massive orgasm or Kristoff’s cum. Either way she had no intentions of moving, and when he lay next to her and pulled her into the cradle of his body, she smiled and relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever. “Everything is going to be okay, sweetheart.” He pulled back and ran the pad of his finger between her eyes. “I’m going to make you the happiest woman alive, because I know in my heart you’ll make me the happiest man on Earth.” He kissed her forehead and whispered into her hair, “You already have.” His words had her heart racing and her blood pumping through her veins. Endorphins spread through her body, and they had nothing to do with the orgasms he gave her. She may have just met him, but this man, a virtual stranger that had just taken her virginity and claimed her as his wife, gave her hope that maybe everything would be okay. The End



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