She was not excited about attending their first party as an engaged couple. She wasn't excited about attending a party at all, if she had to be honest. As easygoing as she always seemed to appear on the outside, on the inside she was screaming for help when it came to talking to people she didn't know. She felt that she was constantly uncomfortable in her own skin, especially when that skin was shrouded in a party gown.

She would never forget the look on Georg's face when he came downstairs and saw her in her dress, her hair curled a bit at the ends and her makeup delicately done. He smiled, immediately moving close and placing a kiss upon her cheek, his eyes sparkling. Her dress was black and modest for the most part, the open back being the least modest part of it all. It fit her snugly, but was comfortable enough for the evening. It was simple, but absolutely the most elegant gown she had ever worn in her life.

Taking a deep breath for courage, she wrapped her arm around Georg's as they entered the party. Everyone looked absolutely perfect, and she felt starstruck the moment she entered the house. They spent most of the time moving about the room, Georg introducing Maria as his fiancée to those he knew best. She smiled, shook hands, and did her best to remain calm and poised. She had expected immediate ridicule and prodding, judgmental questions, but came to face none of those things as the party progressed. Everyone she met was friendly and kind to her, not treating her at all like she had expected.

"Georg, what am I missing?" He smiled as he handed her a glass of champagne after dinner, looking happier than she had ever seen him in public.

"What do you mean, darling?" He took a long drink of his own champagne and led her to the ballroom where there was dancing and music.

"I've just been expecting someone to hurt my feelings all evening, but everyone has been amazing." He laughed, stopping to stand in a corner so they could share a moment alone.

"I've told you, these are some of my dearest acquaintances. I wouldn't have let your first party be anywhere else. Don't worry, we've got my mother at home to hurt your feelings, if you need it." She rolled her eyes, and he took another long sip of champagne, motioning toward the glass in her hand. "Are you going to try that?"

"No, probably not."

"I think you'll like it. It's expensive."

"Yes, because I'm only interested in expensive things." He laughed, her eyes shining with humor as well. No matter how many times he or anyone else had tried to talk her into drinking alcohol with them, she still didn't care for the pastime. It wasn't fun to her like it seemed to be to everyone else. She didn't like the idea of not being fully in control of herself, especially in mixed company.

"You did throw yourself at me because of my money. So my mother tells me, at least." She laughed, stepping closer as a gentleman entered the room behind them and needed to pass.

"Yes, she's let me know that too. Also that you're only interested in me because I'm young and willing. She wouldn't elaborate when I asked what she meant by 'willing.'" He laughed once again, and it became abundantly clear that they had desperately been in need of a few laughs. It had been a long while since they shared time together, just the two of them. Suddenly, a waltz began to play, and she smiled excitedly. "Georg, will you dance with me?"

"No, darling, not here. I'm afraid I don't dance in public."

"We danced at your party."

"That was a one time thing, I assure you." She frowned, wishing he would be more romantic about it and sweep her off her feet, but she understood. He wasn't a fan of drawing attention to himself or people looking at him too much. She wondered if a part of him was a bit shy, but didn't press him. She took a drink of her champagne, deciding it wouldn't hurt to taste it.

"Wow, you're right about this. It has to be expensive to taste this good." He laughed as she took another drink. He leaned in closer to her ear and began to whisper.

"Pace yourself. I want you lucid when I rip this dress off of you tonight." Her stomach fluttered at his words, and she smiled as he pulled away. She met his eyes, and he winked at her.

"It wouldn't be more fun to get me drunk and see how promiscuous I become?" She gave him a coy smile before taking another drink.

"Promiscuous? Perhaps a little would be fun, let's get you another." She laughed as he waved over a waiter, finishing her glass so she could take a new one. He leaned close again, glad to have the music surrounding them so no one else could hear. "What would you do if you were being promiscuous?"

"Not sure. Probably anything you'd like." She took another drink, genuinely enjoying the taste and affect of champagne. It was quite soft in comparison to the other drinks she had tried since she began as his governess. She leaned closer, trying not to blush. "Perhaps I'll like it a bit rough."

"You do anyway."

"Maybe I'll want more." He raised an eyebrow, wondering what she meant exactly. He leaned in once more, taking her earlobe between his lips for only a brief moment to feel her shudder.

"Tell me what you mean by that."

"We shouldn't do this here." She gave a breathy laugh, trying to compose herself. She could feel the heat rising in her body.

"I'm already getting hard, and I guaranty you're soaked..."

"Georg." She scolded him and looked around, but nobody seemed to pay them much attention.

"Tell me." She met his lust-filled eyes, knowing anything she said would send him dragging her home, it wouldn't have mattered what. She leaned in close.

"Maybe I'd want you to bite me or leave a mark on me to find tomorrow. Or perhaps I would want you to use your tongue on every part of my body." She felt him breathing heavily against her cheek, and she smiled. "Or I could use my tongue on every part of your body. I wouldn't be picky."

"Maria..." She took a slow, long drink of her champagne, meeting his eyes afterward. He was so close to dragging her from the party.

"Perhaps I'll talk a bit dirty." He chuckled, as if she didn't know she was already doing so, and she gave him a coy smile, leaning a bit closer for good measure.

"I would love to hear that, but I fear you've reached your limit." He smiled, challenging her, it seemed. It was true that promiscuity had never necessarily been her area of expertise. She thought for a moment, her heart pounding as she bit her lip and leaned closer.

"Perhaps I'll tell you to fuck me senseless then and see what happens." He nearly stopped breathing, his eyes wide as he pulled away from her, as if she had burned him. She raised her eyebrows in question, awaiting his response.

"Do you know what you just said to me?"

"Of course I do." He stood staring at her for a moment, determining his next course of action. He thought he may burst in that moment.

"Finish that." He pointed at her glass, his words demanding. She obeyed, finishing it quickly, and he took the empty glass from her hand before leading her out of the room. She nearly couldn't keep up with how quickly he was leading her, his hand hot upon her bare skin through the open back of her gown. Her head was spinning a bit from the drink.

They said their goodbyes, Georg making some excuse about how his mother was at home with the children and would be overwhelmed. Maria smiled inwardly; he was not necessarily lying, but she couldn't imagine his mother had even acknowledged the children all evening. He rushed her to the car without another word to her, and even though she could see the passion burning in his eyes, she also began to wonder if she had made him angry by using such language. She was looking to shock him, and she supposed it had worked, but she hadn't meant to be offensive in doing so.

The drive was quick, thankfully the party wasn't more than ten minutes from home, and he seemed to speed the entire way. He pulled into the driveway and parked the car in the carport, which she found unusual, as he typically would have pulled to the house to let her out. He moved quickly to get out, rushing to close the door of the carport, effectively leaving them in darkness, minus the moon shining through the small windows around the top of the structure. Her eyes needed to adjust; she couldn't see a thing. She began to reach for the handle on the car door.

"Georg?"

"Stay." She jumped at his words being so near, as he was getting back into the car. He leaned close to her, reaching his warm hand beneath her dress and immediately sliding it between her legs, feeling her arousal burning for him. She gasped, taking his wrist in her hand to slow his movement to the pace she liked. "If I'm to fuck you senseless, there's no way you'll be able to stay quiet about it in the house."

"Oh really?" She laughed, relieved that he wasn't angry. She sighed as his hand moved roughly against her through her panties, spreading her legs a bit more for him. "I thought I upset you with my language."

"I love when you swear." He kissed her hard, biting at her lower lip before invading her mouth with his tongue. She moaned into his kiss, her hips meeting the movement of his hand between her thighs. She kicked off her shoes, pulling up her dress and pushing him to a seated position so she could straddle his waist. He removed his hand, and she could feel his erection pressing hard upon her, causing them both to groan against each other's mouths. She ground her hips against him in anticipation. They couldn't have been more ready for each other.

Asserting dominance, he pulled at her gown, lifting and pushing her back to the seat of the car. He hurriedly worked at undoing his pants as she pulled off her panties, both needing him inside of her immediately. When they were free of the necessary clothing, he grabbed her hips, roughly moving her so that she was upon her hands and knees, and lifting her gown. He quickly shoved into her center, loud gasps escaping their mouths as he began to thrust. He gripped her dress in his hands as he slammed into her, the sound of their bodies meeting resounding loudly in their ears. She could feel the top of her dress sliding off her shoulders and falling forward from the power of their movement.

She gasped as he barreled into her body, feeling herself slam against him with each thrust. He had never before taken her in this position, and she felt a mixture of pleasure and pain at how deeply it allowed him to bury himself inside of her. Moving against him, she felt dizzy and excited, his fingers digging into the flesh of her hips. She wanted to cry out in pleasure, ask for more, ask for less; she had no idea what she wanted to cry out for, but she felt such intensity from his body that she couldn't think straight.

Suddenly, his palm made contact with her backside, a loud snap echoing throughout the carport. She gasped at the sting and surprise of it all. At first she was unsure if she was offended by his treatment of her. He had never been so rough or raised a hand to her in the slightest. But she felt a white hot pleasure in her pelvis, boiling and thrashing as he continued to move, and she knew for a fact that she liked every part of what he was giving to her.

"Do it again." She whimpered, another sharp sting following her request almost immediately, and she cried out from the pain and jolts of pleasure it sent through her body. He took a handful of her hair, sitting back and pulling her with him to sit upon his lap and straddle his legs from behind. He bit her earlobe and suckled a bit as he thrust upward, her hand gripping the back of the seat to brace herself as she arched her back to take him in. Her dress slid down further to reveal her breasts as she felt herself bouncing atop his lap.

"Do you like to be fucked, Maria?" She felt one of his hands slide to their connection to rub circles as he continued to pull her hair with the other. His voice was hot and breathless against her ear, deep from the lust coursing through his veins. She could tell he was just as close as she was to letting go. He thrust a bit harder, his fingers moving anxiously against her, and she saw nothing but white.

"Oh, yes!" She didn't mean to shout her response, but her senses were rapid-firing, she had no idea which way was up anymore as her body exploded, her orgasm rushing through her muscles like nothing she had ever experienced before. She cried out as ripple upon ripple of heat pulsed through her body, and suddenly she swore she was completely paralyzed from pleasure.

He tossed her body forward, and she barely caught herself against the seat of the car as he called out her name, slamming into her throbbing body as he filled her. She felt the car rocking beneath them, heard the squeaking of the axles as he gave himself fully to her in the darkness of the carport. She gasped, trying desperately to catch her breath by the time he fell against her back, pinning her to the seat below them as his ecstasy was spent.

Their heavy breathing was all that could be heard in the suddenly quiet carport, echoing off the walls. His lips found her neck, moving to her cheek, before finding her lips and kissing her softly, such contrast from moments before. Her eyes were closed as she came down from her high, her heart pounding in her chest, and a throbbing sting upon her backside.

He pulled out, but she didn't move yet, still unsure of her body and her ability to breathe. He smoothed her hair before running his hands over her exposed skin, cringing at the large handprint he could see upon her pale flesh in the moonlight. Feeling ashamed, he pulled her dress down to cover her and began pulling up his pants.

"Are you alright, darling?"

"Mmhmm." He couldn't read her tone; she still hadn't moved.

"Maria, did I hurt you?" His voice sounded nervous, and she quickly found her strength to lean upon her elbows and look into his eyes, pulling up the front of her dress enough to cover her breasts. Seeing the worried look upon his face, she gave him a smile, sitting up further and placing a kiss to his lips.

"How is it that pain and pleasure can sometimes be the same thing?" He looked relieved, wrapping her in an embrace.

"I'm afraid I lost control of myself." He pulled away from their embrace, gently taking her face in his hands to look into her eyes. She only smiled, still feeling wobbly and unlike herself at the moment.

"Did I seem like I minded?" She wasn't sure if it was the lighting, but she could have sworn she saw him blush. He would have denied it if she asked. "Now, take me to bed. It's been quite the eventful evening."