One year later, the entire town was preparing for the big ceremony. Flowers bloomed fresh with the help of Isabela, the reception was set outside the church, everyone had put on their best attire, food was on its way and the day was perfect.
The wedding would start at noon, and all town gathered under the restored roof of the church. For the first time since he was five, Bruno was wearing white. He waited at the isle, knocking on wood and throwing salt and sugar several times to soothe his nerves.
The march started and Faustine entered the church. Her wedding dress was obviously unique, like her. It had hints of green on her bodice and tiny white hourglasses hidden within the white embroidery. She walked down the aisle until she was beside the man she was going to marry.
The ceremony was beautiful. Pepa had made the most beautiful days, just an occasional rain or two, the Madrigals were sitting on the first rows, watching their beloved Bruno finally being free to accept himself as he was. They traded vows, the wedding rings, bringing tears to everyone's eyes.
- You may now kiss your bride. - The priest said.
Bruno held Faustine's left hand and gently cupped her face. A kiss on the cheek, a kiss on the hand, a kiss on the other cheek, a really tight hug and the secret words.
- I love you. - He whispered in her ear.
Faustine smiled and started her part. A kiss on the cheek, a kiss on the hand, a kiss on the other cheek, a really tight hug and the secret words.
- I love you too. - She whispered back.
They looked at each other and kissed. Dolores was crying copiously, forcing Mariano to give her a tissue and a shoulder to cry on. Antônio told the other town kids about the ritual, while Bruno and Faustine walked out of the church, both of the newlyweds watching the kids trying to figure out what the secret words were.
The party lasted all night long. Food, music, conversation. It seemed to not have an end. Faustine, this time danced with anyone who was willing to join her. At some point of the party, Faustine went to Bruno to hug him.
- Caro mio~ - she purred.
- corazón.
- Do you want to dance with me? - she made her fingers walk up his chest.
- ay, mi amor… the last time I danced it was a mess…
- but now we are married…. - she insisted. - they can fight how much they want.
- mi amor…- he said, unsure what to do.
- it is ok, caro mio. We will have other opportunities to dance just the two of us. - she said to peck his lips.
Faustine turned to leave him be and find Camilo, when Bruno held her hand, twisting her to be close to his body. She kissed him again, smiling ear to ear to dance with her new husband.
- I guess today won't be a problem… and you are right, we just got married. So it is a settled problem.
- thank you, amore mio! - she hugged him.
It was late at night when the party ended, the newlyweds were forbidden to help to take the party apart, being pushed to fulfill their wedding night.
Inside the room, both hugged each other, kissing to celebrate that happy moment. Slowly the celebration transformed into lust and Faustine was, once again, holding back to not scare Bruno. This time, he was more confident, a little daring, and started the touches himself. At first, he opened the buttons of her dress, one by one, gently pushing her dress to the floor.
Faustine also did the same. She unbuttoned Bruno's shirt, taking it off and dropping it to the floor, to join the pile. They looked into each other's eyes before kissing again. She unpinned the veil from her hair, dropping it to the pile of clothing and leaving the pins on top of the table. Bruno picked her up, taking her to the bed. HE had to impress her, show that he knew what he was doing this time.
With shaky hands he took off her dress bloomers before taking his pants. Faustine understood what was happening and let him take his way. She could see that he was nervous, but eventually he would get used to it. For now, it was cute to see his shaky hands touching her body.
Instead of kissing her again, he went directly to her core. How he missed that taste from their first times, too long ago. Her hands came to his head and in a second she was squirming around him. Like their last time, Bruno inserted his fingers, making Faustine moan. She begged for more, so much that she had to claw her own hair to not hurt him. He obliged to her desperate request only to taste her in his mouth, just like he wanted.
Bruno penetrated his wife, slowly but firmly. She was moaning in his mouth during their kiss, hands again on his hair and opening her legs for him to go deeper. He was doing something that clouded her mind, short deep thrusts provoked intense pleasure making her body completely sensitive. When her clit was touched, the perfect circles, the perfect pressure, she came again, squeezing her body around him, taking Bruno to the edge. He came on her belly again, hand pumping fast to ride his own orgasm more watching the beautiful spent woman underneath, raggedy breath because of him.
Clean once again, Faustine was getting up and walking away from the bed, when Bruno held her hand.
- Where are you going, Corazón?
- to get our clothes, amore mio. - She kissed him. - I think you don't want Mirabel to see it…
- For tonight, querída, I'm not worried. - He pointed to the pillow beside him. - I bet you are cold.
- Yes! I am! - She ran back to his arms under the covers. - Did you enjoy tonight, amore?
- Absolutely, Corazón. Why do you ask?
- Because I want to be sure that you enjoyed… if you want to do it again… I am willing to be yours for tonight. - She started to kiss his neck.
- Why tonight…?
- From tomorrow night I want to show you the ropes and the knots you saw… - She grabbed his neck again, making him groan. - You will look beautiful, amore mio.
By the time they finished their second round, they were chatting on bed, she was cozily hidden under the blankets as he played with the ring on her finger. Faustine sat between Bruno's legs, her back against his chest and took out the wedding ring to analyze it with him.
Bruno watched his wife twist and turn the ring, analyzing it inside out. The more she did so, the more evidence she found that the ring had some years to its existence.
- it was my mother's. - Bruno said, making her drop the ring on the blanket.
- Bruno! - she gasped, holding the jewel against her chest. - this is important! I can't accept it! One of your sisters should have it!
- Mamá said that papá would feel proud of us having it. His only son, to start a legacy. - he said, sliding the ring back on her finger.
- I will protect it with all my heart. - she kissed him. - so when I'm out working or climbing, I'll leave it here, ok?
- why?
- I don't want to damage it or lose it.
They kissed lovingly before Bruno rolled them to make Faustine lie on the bed again. He started going down with his lips, feeling her body shiver for him. Faustine grabbed his dick, pumping it slowly, teasing his tip in hopes that they could start again.
- ¡TIO, TÍA! - they heard Antonio call from the outside door.
Bruno jumped out of bed to start to get dressed while Faustine pretended to be asleep, her back turned to the door, the blanket covering her entire body. When the clairvoyant finished tying his pants, the small child bursted open the door.
- ¡tio, Tía! Do you want…. Tía is still sleeping?
- she is! - Bruno didn't want to lie, but he saw no other option. - she had a lot of fun yesterday. - Bruno said, grabbing the rest of his clothes and going to the antechamber with Antonio.
- yeah… I had a lot of fun too! But Tía usually wakes up really early.
- yeah… but she isn't wearing her bracelet, maybe that is why she is oversleeping.
- her bracelet?
Bruno talked to Antônio, bringing him downstairs to get breakfast. Faustine waited a little longer to get up and grab Bruno's clothes so she could go downstairs to change into something of hers.
Tiptoeing, she slided down the stairs in hopes of not bumping into anyone. Getting to the guest room, she changed quickly and released a deep breath she was holding. Opening the door to go meet the family, she was surprised by Pepa and Julieta.
- Pepa! Julieta!
- First of all… - Pepa said. - I am sorry about Antonio.
- not a problem. - Faustine smiled. - but -
- Pepa… mira…. Bruno's clothes.
- I forgot to bring my pajamas….
- of course you did… - Pepa accused.
- Bruno's room may be in a tower but it is still close to mine. - Julieta caressed Faustine's hands before going towards Faustine's belongings with Peppa.
- what-? What are you doing?
- moving your things to Bruno's.
Bruno was having breakfast with the rest of the family while Antonio was still bombarding him with questions about the party. Félix and Agustín had been waiting for the perfect opportunity to talk to him in private, if the kids let them do it.
Faustine, Pepa and Julieta quickly moved Faustine's belongings to Bruno's room. It was quick work since she had just a few things and it was all well organized. Although she left a bit of a mess in Bruno's room as he didn't leave any room for her yet. The three women arrived back to the kitchen and Antonio started asking Faustine his questions.
- ¡Tía Faustine!
- yes, Piccolo? - Faustine said, sitting at her spot.
- did you share your apple with tio Bruno? You made the ritual yesterday.
- we did the ritual, yes…. - Said Faustine, unsure of what to say.
- and how does it taste? Can I have some? - Antonio asked, making Faustine laugh.
- oh, piccolo. That's something we can't ask a person who already has a special someone.
- why not? It is just an apple.
- let's pretend that the apple is a kiss, ok? - she asked and he agreed. - if I kiss Bruno, it is ok. Everyone expects it as he is my husband now, right? - Faustine looked into Antonio's attentive eyes. - but what if I kissed you father? Or Tío Agustín?
- it would be very weird. - he thought.
- why?
- because they really like mom and tia. And my mom would be very sad.
- correct. - Faustine said, proud of his logic.
- but they never made the ritual.
- as far as you know, bambino. - she said and he looked wide-eyed at his parents.
- and I never saw you and tío take apples upstairs.
- why do you say that? - she challenged the boy. - you went looking for them?
- I told the other kids and they had the idea! - he confessed.
- ah… that is because they are very well hidden under the sand.
- where?!
- In Bruno's room.
- where in tío's room?
- under the sand.
- ¡Tía!
- bambino. Where I am from, we only start learning the secrets of sharing apples when we are 15. As I said, it is a powerful thing that only grownups should know. You are only 7 and you know a lot more than you should.
- but I don't know anything.
- you do. You know that you need physical touch, that you need to ask permission and that you need secret words to do so. All of those things that you know now are all extremely important. When your time comes, those things will make that apple be the best one in your life. I bet that your friends don't know all of that.
Antonio remained silent and thoughtful. For a little while before joining back at the conversation with the family. At the end, the traditional toast was held up before Faustine called Antonio back.
- Antonio, can I give you a hug? - she asked and the boy ran to her. - Tia loves you, bambino. And I will do my very best to answer the best way that I can, ok? - she said, kneeling on the floor and hugging the boy.
- ok. Thank you, tía Faustine. And I'm sorry for asking too many questions.
- no, bambino. Asking questions is a great thing. You should always ask questions. Just sometimes we don't get the answers we expect.
- can I give you a kiss?
- Absolutely, piccolo.
- Tío Bruno won't be sad? - he asked, looking at his uncle.
- in the slightest, hijo.
- here, on the cheek. - Faustine pointed and Antonio followed the order. - now go have fun. See you later.
Faustine tickled Antonio before letting him go play with his friends. Pepa had tears in her eyes of how happy she was that her baby was well treated and loved.
The archeologists also took Bruno to the side to explain and ask if she could change stuff around in his room, for her to move her belongings together with his. The clairvoyant was ecstatic, taking her hand to help her reorganize the room. He didn't ever bother with the mess that he found himself in, until she started putting her items away.
Only when she started on her lingerie that was when Bruno slowed down, knocking on wood, throwing salt and sugar a few times. Faustine watched him a little too interested in his reaction, slowly looking at each of her pieces.
- lock the room, Bruno.
- what?
- lock the room.
Bruno ran to the main door and quickly locked it, returning to his wife as fast as he walked away. She was standing in front of the bed, arms crossed, waiting for him. The man walked to kiss her, but was blocked, her hand on his chest keeping him away.
- now we are starting to play with ropes. And you will obey every single order I give you. Understood?
- corazón…
- what is rule number one, Bruno?
- yes, mi vida.
- Good boy… - she purred. - everytime I say "Silenzio, Bruno" it will be a public order to drop anything that you are doing and come to the room, take off your huana and your shirt, neatly fold them and leave on the chair. Following that you are expected to sit on the bed, back straight and wait for me, no matter how long I take.
- yes, mi vida. - Bruno said, expectation growing.
- if you follow my commands correctly. I will give you a prize. If you fail to do so, you will be punished. What will be is up to me.
- yes, mi vida.
- perfect. Now train your waiting pose. I still have stuff to put away.
Faustine watched Bruno follow her orders. He was trembling in expectation. When the huana was taken off, folded and left hanging on the chair, she left the purple babydoll and matching rope on top of the bed and was back on organizing their belongings.
Once done, she changed into the lingerie, folding and adding them to the pile on the chair. Then she walked to be in front of him, preparing the rope to tie him as she wanted for so long.
- take off your pants. - she commanded, pointing to the pile with her head.
- yes, mi amor. - he obeyed, coming back to her right after.
- I love how obedient you are, amore mio. - she praised him, making him harder. - arms outstretched.
Bruno assumed a T position and watched her wife tie him. Finally he was understanding his visions. Her expert hands tied his upper torso, around his neck, and the remaining rope around her hand. Like a leash.
- sit. - she commanded and he obeyed. - good boy. - she caressed his hair. - hands on me. I want you to check if I am ready, if not, make me ready.
- yes, mi amor. - he said.
His hands went to her ass, sliding down to her core. She was kneeling on the bed, straddling him, caressing his hair. His fingers found her entrance so wet, so completely ready for him. He looked at her before sinking his fingers in her. She gasped satisfied, lightly pulling on his leash. She praised him more before taking his hands from her and commanding to suck his fingers clean.
- hands on the bed. If they leave it, you will be punished.
- yes, mi vida. - he obeyed once again
Faustine slid Bruno into herself. Holding his head back, she attacked her husband's neck while she moved her hips on top of him. Bruno whined, moaned and groaned, holding tight to the mattress, not wanting to disobey his wife.
Her body was growing tense, her nails on her free hand finally sunk on Bruno's back. Her pleasure was so strong and so intense that when she added a hand to her clit, her orgasm was almost immediate.
- Bruno! - she called for him. - I am… you are… so good… mio Bruno…
- mi vida …. I won't take long… I'm almost at my limit too…
- amore mio…- she quickly looked at him. - hold it until … I….
Faustine came legs shaking, body spamming, unconsciously moving her hips yet. Bruno had been clawing the bed beside him, her coming undone because of him was a vision. But he could not hold it anymore, he called for her one last time, before taking himself from her and cumming on his own stomach. Bruno was pushed down onto the bed and Faustine started licking him clean. His dick, his hand, his stomach… all of it…. Before getting up to grab a damp cloth to properly clean him.
Bruno got up to her comand through the leash. The beautiful flush on her cheeks and the satisfied smile made it all worth it.
- undress me.
She instructed him on how to take off her garments, leaving them on the floor. Next, was the rope, she undid the knots, leaving the lengthy object with her lingerie before going under the covers with him. Faustine held Bruno against her chest, gently caressing his hair before raising his face for her to kiss him.
- now you can touch me, amore mio… for now our play is over.
- mi vida…
- how do you feel? Did you like it?
- mi vida… I love you… - he said, making Faustine giggle.
- I love you too, amore mio. Let me see you if you are hurt…
Faustine pushed down the covers. Bruno had a few red marks on his chest. His neck also had a slight red tint where the rope was. His back was in a rougher shape. Deep red marks stripes on his shoulders. She kissed his marks before kissing him.
- I'm sorry for hunting you, caro mio…. Let's get dressed and get you an arepa.
- corazón… I wouldn't do anything different.
- Bruno….
The clairvoyant held his wife against the bed, kissing her passionately. It was only when she touched his back, over the scratches that he stopped, flinching to the burning pain.
- Maybe that arepa will come in handy…
- I told you so…
Faustine held his hair to give him one last kiss before getting up. Maybe it was the lack of touch during their play, or the honeymoon phase, but Bruno was a lot more hands-on. He grinded on her body as they dressed, slowly dancing to a soundless song, drowning both in lust again.
- The arepa, amore mio…
- corazón… ¿Cómo no voy a tocarte? si te esperé todo este tiempo…
- Bruno… - She breathed out, closing her eyes. - don't make me command you, we just got dressed.
- mandame, corazón... mandame todo lo que quieras...
- Bruno… - her body tingled, the command was on the tip of her tongue. - No… arepa… this is a command…
Faustine got away from her husband's embrace. She was the dominant. But what could she do when he used one of her weakest sports. She loved to be teased, the way his voice got raspy when he switched languages, the way he needed her and his plea for more commands.
Both presentable and the room organized, she held his hand so both could sneak to the kitchen. She made Bruno sit on his chair, grabbing two arepas for them to eat quickly. She had a hand on his neck, slowly going down his shoulders to see the beautiful red marks disappear.
- Good boy… - she mouthed, not wanting Dolores to hear her.
- ay, mi vida… you want me to act normally when you say those things to me..
- of course, caro mio. That is how it goes… - she sat at her spot. - but you never said if you liked it or not.
- yes, mi vida. I loved it. - he said, making her smile.
- Great… - she smiled softly. - I want to gather a few things around town. Do you want to join me?
- yes. Absolutely.