After the wedding, Anna trembled as she waited for her husband Count George in the bedroom. She still couldn't understand why he chose her as his wife when he could probably find better candidates in the society with his status and wealth. Her parents were so eager for this match that they would have tied her up and delivered her to him.
While she understood duty and obligation, she was nervous because she didn't even have a chance to talk to him before the wedding.
The moonlight from the window threw light and shadow over the dark red silk linen and bed sheets Anna sat on. They were soft and comfortable, but the intimidating mansion and its owner drove away any of her sleepiness.
She almost jumped when the door was open. The room felt more claustrophobic when Count George arrived.
He was tall and muscular, his hard face marked with lines from the sun and harshness. His lips were thin and stiffened, and his eyes narrowed in scrutiny. He looked even more intimidating in the dim room than in the wedding chapel.
Anna felt smaller and weaker under his eyes.
"You're my wife now. I should inform you that I hold high standards in my household."
She nodded vigorously. "I helped my mother run a household smoothly for years."
Then she froze as he put his ring finger against her lips. He kissed her while watching her with intense eyes.
"I demand obedience and purity out of my wife."
Was he accusing her of immorality? Anne was angry enough that she talked back. "Of course. I…"
Count George said, "Then you can demonstrate your obedience by removing your garments. The night is short."
Anne's fingers felt heavy as she unbuttoned and pulled the upper part of the wedding dress to her waist. Her face heated up as she never let a man see her in her underdress.
He is her husband now. He has the right. A small voice said.
She hesitated when her hands arrived at her corset, but Count George only watched her indifferently with his icy grey eyes. She continued to remove her clothing and pulled the dress further down, but Count George stopped her from removing it.
Truth be told, she found her half dressed state more distressing than being fully naked.
Count George put a hand over her breasts, squeezing and kneading them together. To Anne's shame, her nipples hardened in the air.
Unfortunately, he had noticed and rolled a finger around a nipple. "Has anyone touched you here? Have you touched yourself for pleasure?"
"No, I don't." Anna shivered as an unfamiliar feeling shot through her body.
"Hold still," Count George said in a voice that demanded compliance.
Anna froze in the spot and tried very hard to follow his command.
Count George's hands moved along her body and continued his maddening interrogation. Anne was panting now, and got harder to focus.
"What's this?" Count George asked while pressing the fabric between her legs. Anna bit her lips as she felt her private part got wet.
Anna shook her head because she didn't know why either. What's he doing to me?
Heat rose within her when he palmed her through the cloth. She could feel that she was getting wetter.
"Raise your hip," he ordered, pulling up the reams of her dress and removing her drawers from underneath her dress.
Anna felt more indecent as she was displaying herself before him. It was also tiring to hold the position, but she dared not disobey his order.
Count George fondled her behind. Then his hand moved to her sex. "Are you really chaste? No virgins will behave like this."
"Of course," Anna started to sob. The accusation was too bizarre to her. How could he accuse her like this? "I have never known a man before."
Count George looked with brighter eyes at her tear stained face. He let her lie down and reached for her, kissing her forehead, her cheeks and her lips. "I believe in deeds, not words."
"How can… How can I prove myself?"
He was drawing circles on her inner thighs. "I will judge it by myself. You have to submit to me entirely."
"Please do."
Anna couldn't really see what he was doing as her dress covered up his examination, but her imagination only made the sensation more unbearable. The soft fabrice brought friction against her sensitive skin, while his fingers were doing things to her part that she had never dared explore before.
Then she squirmed in pain when something hard and long penetrated where she was taught to be reserved for her husband.
"Hold still. I shouldn't need to tell you twice for this," Count George said as Anne tensed against the intrusion. "Relax and submit to me."
She struggled to follow his command. Warmth and desire flew through her body. She felt unsatisfied, but she didn't have the word to describe what she really wanted. She could only submit herself to her husband, hoping for the torment to end.
However, she still remembered the original purpose of this pleasant torture. "Have I proved myself?"
"Not yet," he said, his breath hot against her skin.
Before she could ask for an explanation, he removed himself from her dress and put her legs on each of his shoulders. He was still wearing his waistcoat in sharp contrast to Anna's half dressed body, which made Anna feel more vulnerable.
"Relax and take this as my wife," he said while pressing something larger against her. Then he thrust inside Anna without other warning.
Tears flowed on her face because of the initial pain, as the intruder was larger than the previous one.
"You fit so well around me," he said, pushing and shoving inside her. "You're mine now. You will obey me and give me children."
"Yes, I will… " Anna moaned as he hit a spot inside her, the pain now turning into sharp pleasure and need. Her body stretched to accommodate his his great length, marked by the proof of his dominance.
His action was more frantic now. Anna was pulling the bedsheet, shouting in incoherent words and hunger for more. Never had she experienced such burning sensations. As he filled her with his seed, Anna's world blanked out in her climax.
As she returned to consciousness, she felt unusually filled before she realized that Count George was still pounding into her. Was it what her mother hinted at before her wedding, or was Count George particularly gifted?
As if the count had heard her unspoken questions, he said, "You have proved your virtue. I"ll make a mother of you."
Then the fire of desire consumed her again and she knew no more.