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Roman came up behind Cecily and undid the bun in her hair allowing her raven silk strands fall to her waist in waves. He smelled the scent of her hair as he wrapped it around his fist pressing his hard body up against her back. Cecily had no response to his closeness. "You see," he said wrapping his arms around her small waist holding her tight against his body as his hands wondered up to her breasts. He cupped them and whispered into her ear, "you're mine now. You're my wife. You will let me have you when I want you and however I please. You will not fight me," he squeezed her breasts through the fabric of her dress. "If you fight me, I'll tie you up and fuck you the way you need to be fucked. Are we clear, Cecily?" he asked with his lips on her neck and his hands kneading at her breasts. She didn't answer him. "Are we clear?"
"Yes," she said softly as her body betrayed her. As much as she didn't want it her body responded to his so perfectly. It always had and it always did.
"Good," he said softly as he kissed her neck softly, nuzzling into the nape of her neck, his hands working her breasts. She let out a soft moan making him smile. "Now," he said, "let us consummate the marriage shall we?" he asked in a raspy voice as he moved her long hair out of the way as he unbuttoned the back of her dress. He allowed the dress to fall to her feet leaving her in her corset and he helped her out of her corset and stripped her bare. He ran his hands over her velvet soft olive skin. "Such beautiful skin," he said as his hands explored her body. He saw the scars on her back as he explored. He chose not to question them, not now maybe never, it was a shame to him that her perfect velvet skin had been tainted with scars, her back, her arms and even the backs of her legs had scars. He just wanted to kiss every one of them because he too had scars tainting his own body from years of abuse at the hands of his father as a child. "Turn around," he demanded. She turned to face him, her bright green eyes meeting his. They were beautiful, she was beautiful, perfect almost like a porcelain doll but he couldn't find any type of emotion in them. He saw no sadness, no pain, no anger, nothing they were blank as he stared into them. "You're beautiful, Cecily. You're perfect." She almost smiled but stopped herself she had never been told she was perfect or that she was beautiful. Her father had nothing but ugly words for her, words she started to believe. He was only saying these things to get her into his bed. "Kiss me," he said softly without demand but she knew it wasn't a choice. She placed her hands on his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer to him. She could feel his arousal in his breeches as his erection pressed against her thigh. She looked up as he leaned down, he captured her lips kissing her softly, his tongue tracing her lips demanding entry. She parted her lips allowing his tongue to thrust into her mouth. His kiss became rough, deep and needy. There was nothing gentle about his kiss. He kissed her hard and deep. He dominated her tongue with his. His hand fisting in her hair pulling it softly so he could deepen the kiss, he let out a soft moan as he kissed her deeper.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her. Without breaking the kiss he lifted her off her feet and placed her on his bed, covering her body with his as he continued his kiss. She freed his hair from its bun allowing it to fall over his shoulders. She ran her hands through his hair as she kissed him back. She knew better than to fight a man that tried to keep her in his bed. It never ended well for her. She never knew the tender caress of a man and never knew what it was like to be loved by a man. She never got the chance to love a man or be loved by one. Her father made sure of it. He made sure she was damaged and destroyed so that no man would find her to be respectable; no man that she loved anyway. She knew what it was like to be forced to have sex, to give herself away to her father's friends and to exchange her body for food or jewelry whatever her father desired but couldn't get he used his daughter to get it. Fighting was never an option as much as she hated it. She learned too many times that fighting never made it easier just worse. He pulled away from her breaking their kiss, he parted her legs with his knee as he sat back on his feet unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it off and tossed it to the side, he removed his shirtsleeves exposing his bare chest. A small gasp escaped from Cecily when she saw the scars on his chest. They were tiny circled scars all over his chest it wasn't until after he removed himself from the bed that she saw the scars on his back that matched hers almost too perfectly. He pulled his breeches down and turned to face her. He was hard as stone. His erection curled up to his navel. He sauntered back over to the bed and crawled over her like an animal on the prowl. He pressed a kiss to her lips and trailed kisses down her body, kissing every inch of her soft velvet olive skin. He parted her legs and ran his fingers over her sex. He smiled knowing she was aroused. "Cecily, we're going to have a lot of fun together as long as you don't fight me. You never say no," he said.
"Okay," she breathed as he rubbed her clit with his fingers. She closed her eyes.
"You're not a virgin?" he asked. He knew the answer, he had heard the talk around town when it came to Giuseppe and his business deals. He used his daughter for his gain and that's why Roman knew it would be an easy task to procure himself a wife in Giuseppe's daughter for gold. He had known it all along which made his plan even easier.
"No," she said as he continued rubbing her softly before the heat of his mouth was on her sex. She let out a soft moan as he sucked on her sex before his tongue slid inside of her soft opening. She arched her back up offering him more of her as he made love to her with his tongue, his fingers rubbing her clit. She grabbed onto the pillow as he continued his sexual assault. Her body always betrayed her, making it seem like she wanted it more than she did. She wished she couldn't respond as easily as she did but his tongue worked magic inside of her, hitting every soft sensitive part of her sex. She cried out as an orgasm swept through her. Roman sucked up her hot juices before he made love to her again with his tongue and again after that.
Roman positioned himself over Cecily, his thick and hard erection between her legs. He placed the thick crown at the opening of her sex, he thrusted himself deep inside of her without warning causing her body to move up the bed. She whimpered as his thickness tore her and pained her. He pulled out and thrust himself back in. He kept his movements fast and hard, fucking her like he had wanted to since she said I do. Groans and grunts of pleasure as he thrust deep, he took her mouth roughly kissing her hard as he kept his hard thrusts going, tearing through her, hitting every sensitive spot of her sex, thrusting deep till she could take no more of him, filling her full of his cock before pulling out and thrusting back in. Her nails digging into his back as he fucked her hard, she couldn't hold it back anymore she came with a cry as she sank her teeth into his bicep as she covered his cock with her hot release. He continued his rough movements, grunting and groaning, his erection becoming larger and fuller before he thrust into her one last time, his teeth biting into her shoulder as he exploded inside of her, filling her with his semen and his seed. "Cecily," he said as he emptied himself inside of her before taking her mouth again.
"Are we done now?" she asked.
"No, Cecily," he said with a wicked smile, still thick and hard inside of her. "We're nowhere being done," he said taking her mouth again as he started his thrusts again, taking her over and over again till the sun came up in the sky.
Cecily laid in Roman's bed wrapped up in his sheets sleeping peacefully as he paced his cabin watching her sleep. She looked beautiful, her raven black hair in a tangled mess on the pillow, her lips swollen, her shoulders and neck covered in Roman's markings. He ran his hands through his hair as he paced in nothing but his breeches. He took a seat on the chair across from his bed watching her sleep as his men took care of the ship. He didn't want to leave her. He couldn't leave her. He watched her stir in the sheets and let out a little groan as she turned to her side. Roman wasn't sure how long he had sat there watching her before she woke up, sitting up, exposing her plump breasts to him and her bright green eyes looking into his grey eyes. "Good morning," she said softly.
"Good morning," he said as he went to her. "Did you sleep well?"
"Well enough," she answered. "I'm hungry."
"I'll take you for breakfast," he said sitting down next to her on the edge of the bed. "I just have some rules I want to go over with you first."
"Okay," she said covering herself with the blanket.
He pulled it down exposing her naked body, "don't hide from me, your body is mine, Cecily. You don't hide it from me. I will know every inch, every mark on your body by the time we reach the West Indies where you and I will take residence for a month or so in the Dominican Republic before we're back on the seas. Your body is beautiful," he said reaching out and touching her breast, twirling her nipple between his fingers. "And it's mine forever."
"All right," she said softly as she blinked her beautiful eyes at him. "Are you going to share me with the men on your crew?" she asked as his fingertips played with her nipple.
"Cecily, I'm a selfish man. I will ALWAYS be a selfish man. I don't like to share. Your body is mine, every inch of it belongs to me. I will not share you with my crew. You're mine that's how it will be."
"All right," she said feeling a little relief inside of her. Her biggest fear boarding the ship with a crew of twenty men was her being used and passed throughout the ship. She couldn't stomach the thought. She liked Roman's possessiveness. "What rules do you have for me?"
"I'm a simple man, I don't ask for much but as the woman on this ship you are required to cook us meals; breakfast, lunch and dinner. You are in charge of making sure my men and I eat. You're also responsible for making sure the ship is orderly cleaning bathrooms and cleaning cabins. You're not to converse with my men unless I am around. If you try to pull one escape or break one rule you will be shackled in my cabin here for me. I don't want to do that. I want you to have as much freedom as I am allowing you to have. I want you to be able to walk in the sunshine, enjoy the sunsets and enjoy time outside this cabin. Every night after dinner you and I will clean up the kitchen come back here and settle in. You're my wife and will live by my rules. You will obey me at all times or you will be punished are we clear?"
"Yes, Roman," she said softly, "we're clear. I'll obey you."
"That's what I want to hear," he said stroking her cheek. "I will have you whenever the need arrives, morning, mid-day, evening and night time as long as I want, doing you how I want to. We already discussed what will happen if you fight me. I told you, your body is mine, it belongs to me and I will do with it what I wish. You will groom yourself to my liking and you will bath daily sometimes I will bathe you. You're here for my benefit and my pleasure only. Understand?"
"I understand," she said looking at him with her bright green eyes still emotionless but inside she was falling apart. She had strict rules with her father similar to Roman's. She was not allowed to leave her home without her father by her side, she was not allowed to talk to any man except her father, she was not allowed to have any friends. Her life consisted of cooking for her father, cleaning the house and doing whatever he asked of her. The only difference between Roman and her father was Roman was not sharing her with his friends. Cecily lived a hard life since the death of her mother and little brother but life got worse after her sister Cynthia ran off with a gypsy man to marry him. She wanted to be free and live a life of freedom but she knew that would never happen. It would never happen as long as she was married to Roman.
"Good," he said, "I have a selection of dresses for you in the closet. Feel free to choose what you wish to wear. Get yourself dressed and we will take a tour of the ship."
"Okay," she said softly as she got out of his bed as he stood with her, walking with her to the closet. She ran her hands over the beautiful dresses in the closet. She had never seen anything more beautiful, she had never had a selection of clothes. She had three dresses with her father but never this much. She pulled out a lavender dress and smiled as she twirled around with it making Roman smile. He showed her where she could find her bodices or her corsets. Roman helped her dress and then brushed through her hair pulling it up into a low bun. He was so gentle with her compared to how much of an animal he had been the night before as he took her over and over again into the early morning hours. She watched him dress and then they escaped from their cabin into the sun where the sea breeze hit her face as they walked arm and arm.
*A/N: What did you think of Roman making it clear that Cecily is not to fight him when it comes to sex? What did you think of Cecily being so submissive when it came to sex even though she didn't want it? What do you think of Cecily being used by her father? What are your thoughts on Roman finding the scars on Cecily what do you think happened? What about his own scars? Do you think it's fair that Roman has rules for her to follow? What do you think of his rules? What about them consummating the marriage? What about Roman's gentle side with her when he dressed her? Please review and thank-you for reading.