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  He slid his hands to her breasts, sliding his palms over her round full breasts caressing the pink tips with the flats of his hands as she arched against them, moaning in protest because he hadn't yet begun to pinch the tender peaks. “Like this?” he asked alternately caressing the pink buds and pinching them.

  "Y-yyyyyes,” she said on a long exhaled breath.

  "Yes who, honey?"

  She looked up at him for a moment, seeming confused. He stilled his hands, waiting for her answer. Slow understanding of what he wanted came into her expression. “Yes. Master,” she said on a sigh that was like sweet music to his ears.

  He pleasured her breasts with his hands and then his mouth, purposely building her pleasure with each touch. He slid his hand down over her chest and belly till his fingers dipped between her legs. She was ready for him. Her body was wet and slick with her need. “Kara, honey, I want my cock buried inside you,” he whispered against her ear.

  He felt her stiffen. “I don't know if—if I can."

  "You can honey. Focus on me. Don't think about anything else except you and me, here and now."

  "I'll try,” she said softly.

  "I'll try. Who,” he corrected.

  "I'll try, Master."

  "Good girl,” he whispered against her neck. “Come over me, like you are going to sit down straddle of my cock,” he said softly.

  She stared at him, uncertainty casting harsh lines on her brow as she moved awkwardly, until she was sitting astride him, just below his cock. He lifted her, shifting her so that her pussy was against his straining cock. “When you're ready lift up and, lower yourself onto me,” he said in a passion roughened voice as she stared down at him, her eyes wide with indecision.

  He stroked her breasts, watching as she waged a silent war with herself. He couldn't help wondering if he'd pushed her too far too fast or if she'd succumb to her own rising passion. Her teeth nibbled her lower lip as his hands stroked the tender skin at the insides of her thighs before feathering upward to stroke the pink nub that peeked between the lips of her sex.

  She whimpered as he stroked her. He knew her desire heightened with each gentle flick of his finger. He moved his finger, arching his body toward her so that his hard cock pressed and stroked where his finger had been. She moaned, tossing her head back so that her bed-tousled hair tumbled back over her shoulders.

  He slid his hand up the soft thrust of her belly toward her breasts as he continued to rock his straining body beneath her so that he stroked between her labia, spreading her slickness with his cock. He stroked his hands over her breasts and down her sides, learning her body, enjoying the soft smooth texture of her beneath his hands. Her breath was coming in short little gasps as she moved her body against him, whimpering her need as he squeezed her nipples hard, giving her the pain he knew she enjoyed.

  "Oh Master,” she whimpered.

  "What do you want honey?” he asked as he stroked her with his body, and tightened his fingers on her nipples.

  "More. You.” She moaned.

  "Do you want me inside you Kara?” he asked?

  She nodded, silently, her eyes closed on a wave of pure pleasure.

  He lifted her soft round hips, shifting her so that her pussy was above his cock. “Lower yourself onto me honey. Slow or fast. Hard or easy. However you want it. I want you to control things this first time."

  He watched as she sunk her teeth into the soft kiss swollen fullness of her bottom lip and lowered herself slowly onto his throbbing member. Her descent was like slow torture as he felt the slow enveloping pressure and wetness of her body slowly swallowing his. He watched, spellbound as his body disappeared into hers.

  Watching their bodies meld like that was incredibly hot and sweet and made him ache to come inside her. He felt her body stretch and spasm around his as she adjusted to his width and length.

  She settled herself astride him, his body completely encased in her heat. “I did it,” she said her eyes filled with such pride and mastery that it made his heart pick up speed. “No panic attack. I can't believe I did it."

  He smiled up at her, catching her excitement. It thrilled him that he'd been able to help her feel a level of sexual confidence he knew she'd never expected. “I told you you could do it,” he said softly.

  His hands stroked the soft skin at the inside of her thighs and feathered upward to her center. “You ready for a little more pleasure sweetheart?” he asked as he stroked the insides of her thighs, trailing his fingers nearer her heated center with each stroke.

  "Yes Master.” He basked in her submission, loving her softness and the gentle smile that lit her face from the inside out. She was everything he'd ever wanted in a submissive and he hadn't yet lifted a finger to enhance her naturally submissive nature with training. When she finally got beyond the memories of being raped and the fear of the panic attacks she'd be a walking inferno.

  He settled his hands on her hips, steadying her body as he arched upward, his powerful thrust stroking her deeply and slowly. He loved the deep gasp that whispered out of her and the way her body squeezed his as he surged within her.

  She moaned softly. He felt her body tightening against his as he slid deep, holding himself still against the grasping walls of her pussy.

  "God baby that's good,” he whispered as her body clenched against his. He continued to stroke her slowly and deeply, maintaining rigid control over himself, controlling his raging desire to thrust into her hard and fast. He enjoyed the expression of wonder and delight that filled her face as he moved slowly within her.

  "You are beautiful, Kara.” He sighed reverently as he raised his hands to cup her soft warm breasts, testing the weight of them against his palms. He slid his hands over the globes, caressing and teasing the flats of his hands over her nipples again and again as he thrust his body slowly into hers.

  She moaned softly, her breasts aching as she arched more firmly into his palms and rocked her body against his, matching his rhythm as smoothly as if she'd been born to it.

  "That's it baby, lift your bottom a little and come back down,” he whispered as his hands on her hips guided her motions. Once she had the rhythm she drove herself hard and deep onto his cock, meeting him thrust for thrust. His eyes feasted on the deeply sexual view of his body disappearing slowly into hers as she slid down his length and settled herself upon him, rocking gently before she lifted again.

  His mind spun, his balls tightening. He found the tender nub between the lips of her sex and began to stroke her as she moved downward onto him.

  She moaned, throwing her head back so that her hair cascaded down her back like a sexy cloud. She slid slowly up his cock and down again, her pussy clenching against his erection as she moved. She began to make soft panting, moaning noises that made his cock throb and his balls ache with the need to cum as he thrust deep into her.

  As the moans solidified on one long drawn out wail that was punctuated only by the spasms of her pussy, he released his control, bucking against her as his body erupted, filling her with his ejaculate.

  He shuddered hard against her and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down on top of him while his cock nestled inside her. She collapsed against him warm and relaxed as if she had always belonged there.

  He felt his heart swell with admiration and affection. He'd never felt as warm and protective toward a woman. He'd never felt quite the same stir of emotional connectedness from the sexual act as he'd felt as he'd watched his body join with hers. He stroked her hair and her back, loving the solid softness of her atop him as their breathing slowed.

  "How are you doing baby?” he asked when their breathing had evened.

  "I didn't know it could be like that.” Her voice was soft around the edges and filled with wonder and sated sleepiness.

  "It should always be like that honey,” he said thinking how sweet and sexy and warm it had been and how much he liked that aspect of making love with her.

  Slade relaxed; letting his thoughts w
ander as Kara dozed on his chest. She was soft and pliant against him, her body nestled atop his, as his erection gradually softened and eased from her body. The hushed rasp of her delicate snores ruffled his chest hair. He let her doze, contentment filling him. Everything he'd always intuitively known he wanted in a wife seemed wrapped up in Kara.

  It was as his mind drifted that he realized with an emotional thud that they hadn't talked about birth control, and he hadn't used any. He wondered if she was on the pill, and hoped she was, even though he wouldn't mind her getting pregnant.

  His mind drifted to the things he wanted to share with her. There with the intricacies of dominance and submission and the exquisite sexual and emotional bond that would come from that aspect of their relationship was the knowledge that he also wanted to share the everyday trivial things. He wanted to eat breakfast with her, and talk about his work. He wanted her with him when he babysat his nieces and nephews on Friday nights. He wanted to share his amusement with her when one of the kids said something funny.

  Someday, when she was ready for motherhood he wanted to share parenthood with her. He wanted to watch her belly swell with his baby. He wanted to go to the doctor with her and be there with her when she gave birth to their son or daughter. He wanted to decorate a nursery and share the intimacy of late night feedings and diaper changes.

  The sensation of wanting it all, and believing he could have it with Kara now seemed alien to him. He'd had relationships with women who had fully understood the roles of dominance and submission. They'd submitted to him without limitation and the emotional and sexual connection had been mind-boggling but there had been no depth of sharing beyond the sexual components of dominance and submission. They had been play partners. He hadn't been able to imagine sharing his life with them or raising children with them as he could so easily imagine with Kara.

  He'd also been with women who were everything he wanted in a friend but who were simply not wired the same way he was and so, although he had tried with some of them, sex between them had been lacking. Kara was the first who was both everything he wanted as a submissive sex partner and everything he wanted in a friend and a life partner.

  There was so much he wanted to do with her, so much he wanted to teach her, so much he wanted to share with her that he felt suddenly overwhelmed by the role of husband and master.

  He thought back over the night before. He hadn't slept much during the night. Kara had been restless, her sleep seeming to be disturbed by one dream after another throughout the night. He'd kept her close, gently waking her and urging her back to sleep as each nightmare broke over her.

  He'd started their marriage wanting to introduce her to the pleasures of dominance and submission and the raw pleasure of sex, yet, when she'd had the panic attack his focus had changed. It hadn't been about sex or dominance or submission. It had been simply about caring for her, giving her the comfort she needed.

  Sometime during the night as his brain had followed a thousand different paths of thought it had become clear to him that he wanted more than just sexual pleasure, or even dominance and submission with Kara. He wanted to really know her. He wanted to know what she thought about things and how she felt. He wanted to understand what made her tick, and why it did. He wanted to learn her favorite color, and her favorite food and know what she liked on television and a hundred other insignificant things.

  She shifted and muttered something he couldn't make out against his chest. “You awake sweetheart?” he asked as he stroked her back.

  "Um huh. I'm awake. I need to move. I'm too heavy,” she mumbled, sleep still clouding her voice.

  "You are perfect.” He tightened his arms around her, holding her when she would have slipped off him. “I like it that you fell asleep on me, with your body still holding mine like that. Making love with you was warm and sexy. It's never been quite like that with anyone else, ever."

  He stroked her hair, and her back.

  "You liked it? Really?"

  "Yes, I did. And if I didn't need breakfast and coffee I'd turn you over and show you just how much I liked it."

  "I liked it too,” she said shyly.

  He held her for awhile, stroking her back and her hair, pressing her head against his shoulder when she would have risen. He enjoyed her small sigh of submission as she relaxed beneath the pressure of his palm and rested her cheek against his chest.

  "Do you want to have a shower and go into town for some breakfast? We can decide what to do with the rest of the day while we eat?"

  "That sounds nice. Do you want the first shower?” she asked pushing away the last dregs of sleep to fully realize that she was still pooled atop Slade. His now soft cock still nestled against her.

  "I was thinking more of a joint shower."

  Chapter 11

  Kara felt as if she was walking on sunshine as she stepped onto the cabin's plank porch and waited for Slade to lock the cabin door behind them. When he finished with the door he put his arm around her waist, stopping to draw her closer and drop a gentle kiss on her mouth before leading them toward the SUV.

  She could still hardly believe their lovemaking that morning had been real. Her mind drifted lazily over their mating and the intimate shower they had shared afterward. She remembered how Slade had lathered her body and tenderly washed her hair. It had left her feeling utterly safe and protected, in a way that was wonderfully new and completely unexpected.

  Appreciation swelled within her as she remembered the gentle way he had eased her into lovemaking. He had understood her fear and had urged her on top because he had known that being there would give her a sense of control that would make it less scary for her.

  She had submitted to him, given him her promise of obedience. He had taken her surrender and used it to make her feel safe and protected.

  The knowledge made her feel soft inside and compliant in a way that she had never expected to feel toward any man. Far from being scary, his treatment of her had made her want to surrender to his authority and the sense of safety it gave her.

  Slade opened the passenger door for her. She moved reluctantly from the warm hollow at his side and climbed into the SUV. He waited till she had fastened her seatbelt before he closed the door and ambled around to the driver's side.

  She watched surreptitiously as he started the SUV and pointed it down the gravel lane that led to the main road.

  They were both quiet and peacefully introspective as they took the narrow road toward town.

  Slade's hand rested possessively on Kara's knee, his touch reminding her of the slow deliberate way his body had thrust into hers and the way her body had responded. It had been exquisitely beautiful, nothing like the painful revolting experiences when she was a child. She marveled at the difference, her mind grappling to make sense of everything that had happened since their marriage.

  In town, Slade parked in front of a small café on the town square and helped Kara out of the SUV. “After breakfast do you want to walk around and explore the shops for awhile?” he asked, taking her hand and tugging her up against his side as they walked toward the door of the diner.

  "That would be fun,” she said softly. Just the thought of being with Slade, her hand nestled in his as they strolled around the square caused her heart to pick up speed.

  The restaurant was busy and loud. Men in overhauls and John Deere caps sat at tables near tables of men wearing worn camouflage coveralls and bright orange caps. They all laughed and guffawed back and forth between tables as if they'd known each other forever.

  Slade urged her toward a table near the back of the restaurant and far away from the tables of men gathered for coffee and conversation. They had just sat down when the waitress, a young woman in blue jeans, came to the table with coffee.

  "Coffee?” she asked as she turned their cups over.

  "Not for me, thanks,” Kara said.

  "Yes, please.” Slade answered on a pleasant sigh that made Kara wonder if he was addicted to his morning coffe
e or if he just enjoyed it on occasion.

  "What can I get you?” the waitress asked, setting the coffee pot on the table and taking a pen and pad of paper out of her apron pocket.

  "Menus, for a start?” Slade asked.

  "Sorry,” she said, turning to reach around a half wall that separated the seating area of the restaurant from the kitchen. She turned back around with menus. “Most people that come here live around here and have forever. They all know the menu."

  "Not a problem,” Slade said smoothly.

  "What brings you to Redfalls?” she asked as she laid menus in front of them.

  "We're on our honeymoon,” Slade answered with a smile as he opened the menu she'd handed him.

  "How nice,” she responded. “You should think about attending the Christmas by candlelight festival tonight. The shops stay open late and many of them put out luminaries. There are sleigh rides and carolers. It's festive and pretty, and romantic."

  "It sounds wonderful,” Kara said softly.

  "It is,” the waitress said with a smile. “I'll let you two look over the menu. I'll be back to take your order."

  Kara's soft-spoken enthusiasm had drawn Slade's attention. “Do you want to do Christmas by candlelight tonight?” he asked as he lifted his gaze from the menu he'd been studying.

  "It sounds like fun. Sleigh rides. Carolers. Christmas shopping. What's not to like?"

  Slade thought she looked like a child who had just found her stocking filled with Christmas goodies. Her dark eyes, which had always attracted him, twinkled with an inner happiness that made him feel caught up in her enthusiasm.

  He found himself feeling content as he studied her. It made him feel good to see her looking happy and relaxed.

  "You like Christmas.” He smiled, and took her hand, enclosing it in his. He liked the way her fingers curved trustingly around his.

  "Yes, I do. It's magical.” Her voice was soft with contentment. “What about you? Do you like Christmas?"