Removing the pins from my hair, it falls into loose curls over my shoulders. I flip my head over, run my fingers through it at the roots, and fluff it a little before flipping my head up again, smoothing the few unrulytresses.
I’mready.
I giggle inside when I find Tristan standing by the bed wearing only his hugely tented boxer briefs. “Someone iseager.”
“Eager is anunderstatement.”
I run my hands down the front of my gown. “Do youapprove?”
“It’s perfect, mon bien-aimé. I’ve never seen you look more stunning.” He comes closer and circles me, inspecting me from every angle. “I am so fucking lucky to have a wife as sexy as you.” He wraps his arms around me from behind and his mouth hovers over my ear. “A wife who will allow me to do anything I want to her because she places all of her trust inme.”
Although I crave Tristan’s darkness, there is always a trace of fear in the forefront of my mind. My husband can be unpredictable and thoughts of what he has in mind for our wedding night initiates a warm throb between mythighs.
“Hearing your vows today… it awakened something inme.”
Nervous anticipation increases the speed of my pounding heart, and as I stand motionless and waiting to see what will come next, a soft cloth covers my eyes. A blindfold, I realize. And I suddenly feel vulnerable when I recall what happened the last time my vision was restricted in thebedroom.
I reach up to push the blindfold away, and Tristan catches my wrist, his hand wrapping around it like a steel cuff. “Leave it on,wife.”
“You violated my trust the last time you blindfolded me in thebedroom.”
“And I plan to violate you tonight, mon bien-aimé, but I promise that you’ll approve thistime.”
His promise excites and frightens me at the same time. “It’s just that I’m notsure—”
“Shush, mon bien-aimé.” His dominant voice resonates through me, intensifying the quivering need between my legs. “Don’t think about anything beyond the feel of what I’m doing toyou.”
His iron grip around my wrist lessens, and he guides me to the bed. “Lie on yourstomach.”
I obey, my breath deepening, as he moves his hands over my body, starting with my shoulders and ending with my thighs.His touch is gentle, relaxing even, and much appreciated after our longday.
“Turn over onto your back, mon bien-aimé.”
Again, I obey, and he positions me to his liking with a pillow beneath my head and my hair spilling around me. I know because I can feel him spreadingit.
He grips my arm, pulling it out as though spreading a bird’s wing, and binds my wrist with what feels like rope. When my first wrist is bound, he walks around the bed and does the same with my other arm. I’m stretched and bound like a sexual sacrifice for my husband on our wedding night. The physical restraint, plus the restriction of my vision, leaves me feeling completely at his mercy, which is both unnerving andelectrifying.
Other couples get to pretend this is their life during a sexy escapade and then return to their normal lives, but this is who we are all of the time. I am his submissive wife. I am his to do with as he pleases—because I have chosen to give him my submission forever. Tristan sees that for the beautiful gift that itis.
His fingers stroke the dip at my throat. “Tell me your thoughts on being collared now that we are husband andwife.”
“I wear your ring because you are my husband. I wear your collar because you are my Dominant. They are two separate things. Although both fuse us together as one, the ring doesn’t trump the collar and the collar doesn’t trump thering.”
He sighs, trailing his finger down the center of my body until it reaches the top of my silk panties. “I was hoping you would say that. I don’t like your not wearing my collar. Because you are my property. You’re all mine, aren’t you,wife?”
“Yes, Husband.” My breath deepens as his fingers skim back and forth over the skin above my panties, teasingme.
“And this sweet little slit that’s hidden by these silkpanties?”
“It’s between my legs, but it belongs to you. All ofit.”
The mattress dips and I feel his weight on the bed between my legs. “That’s right, mon bien-aimé. I’m the only one who will ever have you. I wouldn’t hesitate to kill any man who thought he might take you fromme.”
Tristan’s possessive words might frighten some women, but they make me feel loved andcherished.
“I don’t want anyone butyou.”
Tristan’s weight on the mattress dips lower on the bed, and he grasps one of my feet, stretching my leg to the side. I’m lying there with my heart pounding as though it’s trying to escape my body when the rope, or whatever it is, loops around my ankle. Tristan binds one leg and then the other to the bed, same as myarms.
