Myra's heart was going pound right out of her chest. She licked her lips and tried to remember how to breathe as Liam covered her body with his. Why was she so scared? Isn't this what she'd always wanted? Wasn't this her fantasy man, and hadn't she fantasized about this moment for half of her life? She ran her hands over his back, tilted her head back when he kissed her neck, and desperately pleaded with her muscles to relax. After their vows and a short celebration with the people who had come to witness their union, Liam shuttled them to the honeymoon suite of the local chateau. Everything was perfect. She and Liam were alone, married and alone. Naked, except for her tiny lace panties and his black boxer-briefs, a bottle of champagne sat unnoticed in an ice bucket on the nightstand beside the gigantic bed where they lay. Rose petals covered the bedspread and floor, while soft candlelight flickered from dozens of candles, gently illuminating the room, bathing them in a warm glow. Everything was perfect. And Myra was terrified.

"Open your eyes, doll."

Myra didn’t even realize she’d been squeezing them shut until Liam's gentle command broke through the swirling thoughts of her mind. 

"Why so scared, Love?"

"I don't know." She confessed remorsefully, a tear sliding from the corner of her eye.

"I love you.” Liam proclaimed firmly. “I've made you my wife." He tenderly caressed her cheek, holding her eyes with that intense gaze of his. "I've never been a woman." One corner of his mouth quirked up at her small huff of laughter. "So I don't know what it's like for you, but I promise to do everything in my power to make your pleasure far exceed any pain you might experience this first time."

Myra nodded and swallowed while Liam's fingertips traced circles over skin.

"Do you trust me, Myra?"

"With my life.” She answered without hesitation.

"Trust me with your body. I promise you won't regret it."

Myra nodded on a deep breath, willing to surrender to the man she loved, hoping she could get through this first time and move on to better experiences. As Liam pushed up and sat back on his heels, her heart continued its staccato rhythm while he looked at her. He’d told her what he wanted, what he needed, when they were together. Total control in the bedroom, her complete submission. And she was totally willing to do that, if only she knew what he wanted. She wanted it to be good, but she didn’t know how to make it that way. She wished he would just tell her what to do, something, anything. She just needed some instructions and she would be able to relax, doing what he wanted.

“You’re little brain is going a mile a minute.” Liam observed, his eyes looking into her very soul. “I wasn’t going to do this for your first time,” He continued while climbing from the bed, making his way to the luggage he’d carried into their suite. “But I need you to relax, and you can’t stop thinking about what you should be doing to please me.” He looked over his shoulder and showed off a dimple as he smiled at her, pulling some items from his suitcase. “I love that you want to please me so badly, and there will be plenty of time for that, but for now, you’ll learn what it means to let me be in control, to fully surrender yourself to your pleasure.”

Myra’s eyes grew wide when she saw the rope and silk in his hands as he stalked back to the bed. “Y-you’re going to tie me up?” she asked tremulously, swallowing hard at the dark, predatory look in his eyes.

“Yes, Love. And blindfold you. This way, you don’t have to worry about what I want you to do, because I don’t want you to do anything but enjoy what I’m doing. Now, pick your safe word and we’ll begin.”

“Unicorn!” She blurted out a little too loudly, then blushed as a grin spread across his face.

“You’re so perfect, little one. I love it.”

Myra stared at Liam as his hands engulfed her left wrist, his fingers caressing her skin as he made several loops with the soft rope. “If you feel any pain, or if your fingers start to tingle, speak up. Say your safeword or ‘yellow’, so I can stop what I’m doing and adjust you. Okay?” Myra nodded, and Liam turned his eyes on her. “None of that.” He reprimanded her gently. “Tell me you understand.”

“I understand.” She breathed while nodding again.

Liam chuckled deeply while he moved to her right wrist, binding it to her left, then pulled her hands toward the headboard. She licked her lips as she turned her head to watch his movements. His muscles rippled beneath gorgeously tanned skin with every motion. Suddenly, she wished she could touch him again, but felt oddly secure and more relaxed as he finished securing her hands above her head. “I’ve changed my mind,” Liam told her as he threw the silk tie to the side of the bed. “I want to see your beautiful eyes Myra, so I’m not going to use this right now.” He smirked as he climbed back onto the bed, running his hands up her legs, starting at her ankles, caressing her skin as he made his way to her thighs where he gently pressed her legs apart.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” He told her as he slid her panties down her legs. His use of such language shocked her momentarily. She’d never heard Liam curse, except in extreme situations. “Look at how wet you are, even in your nervousness, you’re so turned on.” His voice was a dark, warm blanket covering her, winding through her. He was showing her who he was and she was quickly falling under his spell. His fingertips grazed the inside of her thighs, making her shiver in anticipation, the binding on her wrists freeing her from the need to think about what she should be doing.

He ran his hands all along her legs, cupping her knees and pressing them open, then caressing her flanks, running his fingers down to her knees and back up to the apex of her thighs. He moved a single finger from the top of her clit down through her wet folds, and very gently worked that single, big finger deep inside her. When she moaned softly, closed her eyes and tilted her head back, overwhelmed at the sensations he elicited, he chuckled with a deep rumble.

“This is better,” He told her in a languid, sensual tone.

“Oh, Liam.” She gasped as he grazed her clit with the pad of his finger.

“I love the way that sounds.” He moved between her spread legs, laying out on the bed, putting his face where he’d dreamed of having it so many times. “You smell delicious.” He told her. “And I love this pretty, waxed pussy. It makes you look like a ripe peach.”

Myra had been waxing since puberty. It always made cleaning away sand after a morning of surfing so much easier. Now she was beyond glad for it, and thought if this was the reward, she’d never have hair again. Liam’s mouth hovered over her pussy and she strained against her bonds, lifting her head to look at his mop of hair as he stared at her. She was about to say something, to tell him he was killing her with anticipation, just as she felt the first gentle lap of his tongue. Then she was saying something. Something like, “Oh, oh.” As he languidly used his tongue and lips to torment her with little, teasing licks. She was careening between feeling intensely vulnerable and totally uninhibited while he brought her higher little bit by little bit. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, his tongue covered her clit, rubbing insistently as his fingers stroked deep inside her. Myra grabbed onto her ropes, her back arching, her breath stalling when he found the perfect spot deep inside her. Liam stroked her G-spot and her clit simultaneously, and she came with long groan. The orgasm spilled over her, curling her toes, causing her to gasp in its wake. Her muscles shook with tiny aftershocks as he licked her one last time, then kissed his way up her body. Myra felt languid and happy. She’d given herself plenty of orgasms, but what Liam had just done to her blew all those times out of the water.

“I’m going to untie you.” Liam breathed against her skin while he kissed her breasts, making her gasp as he latched onto one taut nipple, then laved it with his tongue. “I want to feel your hands on me, when I take you this time. I want to feel every part of you when I make you mine.”

Good god, Myra was aching for him, and his possessive words were making her want him even more. Feminism be damned, she wanted Liam Anderson, her husband, to possess every part of her. Liam effortlessly loosed her wrists, then gently rubbed them before standing at the side of the bed. She turned her head to watch him push the dark boxer briefs to the floor. When he stood, his erection bouncing formidably in front of him, he chuckled as her eyes grew wide, then climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself between her legs as he stroked himself. Myra licked her lips as she watched him touch himself, then flicked her eyes to his when he chuckled again.

“Give me your hand, little one.” Myra reached out and Liam took her hand, showing her how he wanted her to wrap her fist around him, stroke him firmly. Myra swallowed on a dry throat as she tried to wrap her fingers around Liam’s cock. It was so much bigger than she’d ever imagined and she was getting nervous again. “Myra,” He chanted her name between kisses while palming both sides of her face, kissing her until she was breathless, nerves forgotten. He moved his hand down again, rubbing her clit with perfect friction until she couldn’t help but beg him for more.

“Liam,” She gasped, then moaned when he changed his angle. “I’m ready. Oh, god, I want you so badly.” Before she could take another breath, his hand was gone and he was there, inching slightly inside her body.

“Look at me.” Myra opened her eyes to Liam’s dark eyes boring into hers. “Wrap your arms around my neck.” As she did, he pushed forward and she shut her eyes against the burn. Why couldn’t it just be easy? “You’re too big.” She gasped as he pressed further inside.

“You’re so fucking tight, little one. Open your eyes. I want to see you.” He slid back and forth for a minute, letting her relax, even though Myra knew he was nowhere close to all the way inside. She focused on his beautiful eyes, the mounting pleasure as he slid a hand between them, rubbing her clit again, causing her to relax more fully. Suddenly, Liam thrust his hips all the way forward and searing pain ripped through her.

“Myra, Love, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He chanted as he kissed her cheek, her chin, her eyes. When she took a breath, Myra realized she had both hands firmly planted on Liam’s chest, physically trying to push him off of her. She forced herself to relax and wrapped her arms around his neck again. “Your pussy is gripping me so tight.” He groaned, resting his forehead on hers.

“It’s too tight.” She exhaled, lifting her lips to meet his, then testing a little movement of her hips. Liam kissed her gently while he drew back, then sank into her again and Myra sighed. “That feels better. Do it again.”

Liam smiled against her lips. “This is probably the only time I’ll take orders from you, little one.”

“Okay.” She agreed on a moan as he pulled out and thrust in again. She grabbed his face and kissed him with everything she had until her body flew apart beneath him. In everything Myra had imagined sex would be, she’d never imagined how it would feel to come undone stretched around Liam’s cock while he drove into her, whispering her name on a ragged breath as he came inside of her. It was something she would never forget. He was hers and she was his, only his, and would be until the end of time.

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