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pump until he exploded inside of her, bathing her
insides with his seed.
    Cassandra sighed with contentment as her
husband pulled out and then laid back and gathered her into his
arms. Her head lay on his shoulder and she once again nuzzled his
neck.
    “Are you all right, darling? It did not hurt
too very much, did it?” he asked.
    “Just... just for a moment but actually it
was mostly wonderful! Can we do it again?” she asked in all
innocence.
    Frederic chuckled and cuddled her closer.
“Yes my love, we will do it often. But first a bit of a rest.”
    They snuggled closely and Frederic covered
them with blankets. Before either of them realized, they were
waking to the morning light coming in the window. Cassandra lay
next to her new husband. He was curled up behind her and she loved
the closeness. But then she felt the need to use the water closet.
Rolling to her stomach, she reached over the side of the bed for
her robe, which had fallen on to the floor. As she lay on her
stomach, Frederic sat up and looked at his bride’s buttocks in the
light of day. They were quite bruised and battered. He didn’t move
as she struggled into her robe and then headed towards his
bathroom, but upon her return she found him sitting on the edge of
the bed blocking her from climbing back in.
    He leaned back on the bed, staring at her.
“Remove your robe, my darling,” he ordered in a deep, hypnotic
voice.
    Even though he had looked upon her body in
their bed the night before, Cassandra flushed at the thought of
standing naked before him in broad daylight. She felt unkempt and
unattractive. If she’d had a clue as to how much her husband was
enjoying her sexy, tousled look, she would have basked in his
adoring gaze. Instead, she silently scolded herself. You belong
to him now and he can look upon you in whatever way he wishes. He
IS your husband after all. She locked her eyes on to his and
slowly undid the belt at her waist, flushing with embarrassment as
she opened the robe inch by inch.
    Frederic found himself holding his breath. He
had been entertained at the great burlesque halls of Europe but he
had never seen anything as tantalizing as his highborn bride
reluctantly, obediently baring herself to his gaze. Finally he was
able to catch a glimpse of nether lips that were visible through a
light sprinkling of ginger curls and then pretty coral nipples. He
stared unashamedly, enjoying his wife’s shy striptease very much.
Her robe opened completely and his eyes roamed over her body,
captivated. Her breasts were beautiful, round and full. She had the
palest skin he’d ever seen. Her pretty little nipples were as hard
as two little pebbles and pointing at him, begging once again for
attention. She lowered her arms and the silk robe slid off and fell
at her feet. She kept her head lifted and did not look down. For a
moment she stole his breath away with her courage and her composure
but as he looked closely, he could see that she was beginning to
once again shake with nerves.
    “Come to me, beloved,” he ordered. She walked
on tiptoe, her pretty little titties bouncing as she came towards
him. He stood and took her into his arms.
    “So exquisite, so beautifully formed. I am a
very fortunate man,” he murmured. She let out a breath in response,
a faint sob. She’d longed to hear him say it.
    He stood in front of her nude, then, so she
could look upon him. He had kept himself in fine shape. Cassandra
ran her hands over his collarbone and shoulders. “So wide, so
strong,” she whispered, taking him in. Her new husband was better
endowed than most men, but he knew she did not have any basis for
comparison. She was taking in the sight of him as avidly as he had
stared at her. He had a sprinkling of light brown hair on his
burnished chest and she ran her fingers through it down to his
tapered waist. Her hands traveled down his slim hips and then ever
so delicately they tickled at his scrotum and stem. He gasped and
almost doubled