Page 36 of Cherished Union

I untie my tie as I climb onto the bed and position myself between her legs. “Dove, look at me,” I demand.

Her eyes open and she stares at me. Such a brave little one. The trembles in her body tell me just how afraid she is, but her gaze is focused. I reach for her wrists, and using my tie, I bind them together. Her breathing deepens but she doesn’t say stop, she doesn’t flinch, nor does she try to fight me.

“You are mine now, Dove. No one is going to hurt you again,” I promise her as I fasten the binding on her wrists. “I expect you to give me everything. I want all of you. I’m not stupid; it’ll take time to get you there. We’re going to start slow. Anything you don’t want to happen, we’ll use a safe word. Do you have one in mind?”

She nods.

“Tell me, baby,” I say softly, lifting her arms above her head.

Her eyes are bright with anticipation and wonder. Her body has stopped trembling and she’s keeping her hands where I left them. “Strawberries.”

I grin and nod. “Okay, Dove, anything I do that you don’t want to happen, you say strawberries and it’ll stop.”

“Okay, Hayden,” she replies thickly, and my cock hardens.

“Keep your hands above your head,” I tell her, and I set about making her realize that just because I have a ‘kink’, she doesn’t need to fear me.

I start at her mouth and press a kiss against it, smiling as she tries to deepen it.

She’s not in charge, not today.

I ignore her and move down her body, pressing kisses against the soft, sweet skin, inhaling deeply at the scent of vanilla. I trail the kisses until I reach her breasts. I swirl my tongue around the erected nub, and she moans low in her throat. I run my tongue across her body until I reach the other and do it again, repeating it over and over again until she’s moaning and clawing at the sheets with pleasure.

She’s extremely responsive, and I love that—especially from breast play. I’m going to have a lot of fun when I get the nipple clamps on those pretty pert nipples. My cock tightens at the thought. I move down her body until I reach her pubis. The second I press a kiss against her folds, she twists away from me, pressing her thighs together.

“Adelina.” My voice is thick with lust but also hard. She stops and looks at me. “Open your legs and let me in.”

I watch as she swallows hard and does as I instruct. “Good girl, Dove.”

I’m rewarded by her soft, sweet smile.

I need to work her up again. I need her to relax. She’s too wound up right now.

Reaching for her foot, I nip at her heel, and she releases a surprised yelp, her eyes on me. I smile.

“That’s it, Dove, watch me.” I nip, kiss, and lick my way up from her ankle to her groin.

She inhales deeply as I get closer to her pussy. She’s no longer tense. Her body is relaxed, and I intend to keep it that way. I swipe at her folds, and her back arches off the bed, her nails clawing at the pillows.

Damn. She’s fucking beautiful.

I continue to lap at her pussy, her body reacting perfectly to what I’m doing. My beautiful bride is no longer afraid but is enjoying what I’m doing to her.

“Oh, please, Hay, please,” she moans loudly, and I smile. Only my family calls me Hay, and hearing it out of her mouth makes the ache in my chest loosen slightly.

I run my finger from her clit down to her entrance and back up again. When I push it into her tight, warm channel, I groan, my cock swelling even further against my pants. I can’t wait until I’m pushing deep inside of her.

“Oh,” she gasps, her body tightening. “Hayden?” she questions. The fear and uncertainty in her voice is so fucking sweet. She has no idea what’s happening, and I fucking love that I’m the one who gets to teach her everything.

“Breathe, Dove, let it ride. Enjoy it,” I tell her as I sit back on my heels and push a second finger inside of her. She’s grinding down hard against my fingers. She’s so close, and she has no idea what’s coming. “That’s it,” I coax. “Keep breathing, baby. Let it ride.”

She does as instructed, and I watch as my wife has her very first orgasm. Her back arching, her eyes closed, her mouth parted. She looks serene, peaceful, and beautiful. Her pussy clenches around my fingers as she cries out my name.

Spectacular. That’s the only way to describe what it’s like to watch as she orgasms.

I strip out of my clothes while she recovers, her chest rising rapidly with every breath she takes. She’s silent, basking in the afterglow of her orgasm.

“Shit,” I hear her whisper, and there’s a hint of fear in her words. “Hayden?” she says tentatively, and I look up at her. “How is that going to fit?”

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