"Undress please. If you leave it to me, I'm liable to damage that pretty dress that looks like it cost me the earth, and I doubt you want that", he orders.

"Laurie, that's ungentlemanly", I object.

"Amy, there are no gentlemen here tonight", he says, taking another swig. "Undress please."

I do my best until I get down to my corset, but it cannot be taken off alone.

"Too slow, too slow", he complains, shredding the ties in the back.

"My Lord!"

"Your Lord and Master", he slurs, moving away again, "Don't forget it. Finish. And take your hair down."

I finish undressing and unpin my hair so it falls nearly to my waist. I don't think he's ever seen me without a braid.

So I stand there naked in the light of a candle, shaking, hoping this is going to be okay.

LAURIE POV

I look at her and my breath catches in my throat. Men report thinking their new bride looks like an angel or the virginal goddess Diana at her bath. Not mine. Mine is all Venus.

Naked, all curves, and flowing golden hair as her only covering, she stands naked before me as glorious as Aphrodite rising from the sea. Her breasts are bigish, but pert. Her golden locks longer and thicker than I ever dreamed, ending a couple of inches above her waist. My eyes drift downward.

I cross the room in two strides and fall to my knees in front of her, burying my face in her middle. This is my future, this is my wife, all this is mine every night of my life if she pleases. I'm not deserving. "Mine", I growl. "Mine, mine, mine. Say it."

"Yours", she whispers.

I stand quickly and push her face first toward the wall as gently as I can. She gasps as I grab her hips. Her large round bottom looks like an upside-down heart and requires both of my hands. Her thighs...

I scoop her up and quickly deposit her on the bed, flipping her onto her stomach. I pull down my suspenders, then trousers, nothing beneath. My lace-cuffed shirt goes flying.

"My Lord please...", she cries out.

"Shhhh. I would cut off my hands before I used them to hurt you", I say, hoping she's reassured. I suppose there's no way to reassure a bride on her wedding night.

"We didn't have our wedding feast, did we?", I ask.

"No, I suppose not", she answers, "Why?"

"Because all this meat reminds me that I'm starving", I hiss and bite her round bottom. My bride lets out a shriek.

"Laurie! What are you doing! I don't know what's going on! I don't know what to do!", she insists.

"Shhh, shh, shhh", I repeat kissing the back of her neck, "I would never think that you knew what you're doing. You're a lady and a new bride. Luckily you have a husband who does."

I move my attention to her thighs, licking and kissing them. I flip her over, and get the treat of seeing her lovely face framed by her golden hair, splayed across the pillow.

"You're so damn beautiful", I insist, kissing her.

"Thank you", she says.

"You don't need to thank your husband for telling the truth", I say, kissing up her thighs.

"Wait, what are you doing, what are you...wait...Laurie this isn't right!"

"What happened to 'My Lord'?", I joke, licking the heat between her legs.

"Relax", I insist, "Every time you freeze up, I'll stop."

"Stop!", she cries out, confused. "Stop, please, oh God, oh my Lord, oh no, oh yes, don't stop, please, don't stop!" She screams in confusion, pleasure hitting her like a train.

"My Lord! You are amazing", she sighs.

I laugh. "I'm not going to last long this first time, Amy, I've wanted you too much for too long, and it's taking everything I've got not to let loose now." I'm pretty sure she doesn't know what I'm talking about.

I fit myself between her thighs, and it's exactly how I fantasized. "I'm sorry, my beautiful Amy, but this going to hurt and burn like crazy the first few times. After that, it fades and I promise you'll love it. This time next week, you'll be the one hurting me."

She braces her herself. It takes self-discipline at a level I never knew I had not to slam into her and take her like a barbarian. Instead I go inch by inch.

"Are you okay? Does that hurt?", I ask at intervals. She denies it, like her mother probably taught her, but I can tell from her tone it hurts.

"Owww!", she finally screams as I push fully inside.

"That's it, that's all the way", I say, kissing her. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't be sorry, My Lord, this is my du..."

Wisely she stops. "It's my pleasure as your wife", she says instead. "Teach me how to please you, My Lord."

"And here I am thinking about learning to please you", I answer and start moving against her. I guide her legs up until she has them wrapped around my waist.

"That's my good girl, the higher you can get them, the less it will hurt." She's a smart, quick girl and matches my rhythm quickly. I rock against her. She's so smooth and tight and warm. Being inside her is even better than I imagined.

I only get in a couple of thrusts, it's hopeless. I cum harder than I ever have in my life, jerking like crazy for what feels like an eternity.

AMY POV

"Oh my goodness!" Something warm and wet just erupted.

"Are you okay, My Lord?", I ask.

His chuckle is a low sexy rumble. "I'm better than okay, wife of mine", he sighs.

He pulls out of me and his...um...you know...still looks as it did before we had sex.

"Yep", he says as if he read my mind. "I told you how much I wanted you. This is going to be a delightfully long night, beautiful." He pulls me into a deep kiss, his tongue dancing with mine. His lips explore mine and plunders my mouth cautiously.

His trim form is fit perfectly between my legs. I put my both my hands on his bottom. I suppose it's quite unladylike to admit, but I was looking forward to seeing him naked for the first time.

I cup his face. He's so unbelievably handsome. Thick wavy dark hair I run my fingers through. Thick furry eyebrows out of control. Chiseled features and a sharp chin, high cheekbones, his face is so much thinner and more perfect than mine. I hope our kids get his nose.

I look into his dark eyes and kiss him.

"Do you love me, Amy?", he asks, old pain creeping into his voice. "Do you really love me?"

"Yes of course I do", I insist.

"Because if I see him again, Amy", he rubs his face. "If I see him again, I'm going to kill him. It won't be a fight, it won't be calm, I'm just going to kill him. If you're going to leave me, take him, and disappear fast."

I kiss his lips, his cheeks, his neck. "Leave you? I've adored you since I was a child. I've wanted to be married to you since I was 11 years old. I chose you over my Aunt March's fortune! I'd choose you over anything and anyone..."

"I hope so. I hope you always do because I'm already addicted", he chuckles, kissing my neck.

"I need you again, Saint Amy", he mumbles, and I help him inside me.

He pins my wrists to the bed above my head, then kisses my neck and down my body.

We make love again and again. We laugh and giggle and kiss, but the bourbon catches up to him.

I ask him a question, but realize he's completely out and using my thigh as a pillow. I try to move him but he holds on tighter. I try to get up and use the chamber pot, but he yipes "no" and holds on so tight, I think I'm going to lose circulation in my leg.

"Don't leave me", he sighs, and immediately begins to snore. I ruffle his hair and close my eyes.