The young bride.

[cgraven]

Jehanne’s hands eager, loving make haste to please me her touch her caress thrills me as she slowly strips me. her eyes, her touch tentative, so gently, the way she wiggles against my leg the kiss of Jeanne’s sweet moist nectar on my leg feeds and stiffens my ardor for her.

I watch as Jehanne slowly lean forward, her moist lips parted slightly, the pink tip of her tongue flicking out to lick at the very tip of my manhood. a gasp escape of sheer sensual delight escapes me, when Jehanne slide her sweet mouth and “O’ed” down my throbbing shaft, taking me willingly deep into her mouth and sweet throat. My hand gently caresses and strokes the spun fire of Jehanne’s auburn hair, its texture and silken feel trills me, as she gently suckles my manhood.

“My Dove thou does pleases me well”

 

[H'venlee]

Jean's hand brushes away the wisps of hair that have fallen down my forehead. I see the pleasure in his eyes as my tongue licks up and down the hard shaft of his manhood. I take him again deep into my mouth, feeling him swell with his passion. My mouth sucks hard as my lips slide up his shaft, till all that is left is a small kiss on the tip.

His eyes look deeply into mine and he says, “My Dove thou does pleases me well”.

I smile, starting a slow crawl back up his body, gently kissing those spots I had missed on the way down. My lips meet up with his again, and his kiss shows me his pleasure with me, as my hips grind against him, feeling him pulsing against my wetness.

I hear him moan against my lips, his hands on my backside, pressing me harder against him. I tease just a bit, not opening my legs to him, not giving into what he seeks.

He grabs my thighs, pulling my legs apart, making me wide open for him. I feel him lift me, his mouth still locked with mine, and impale me on his shaft, buring it deeply in my warm folds.

 

[cgraven]

Jehanne’s mouth delights me the sweet kiss to my velvet helmet, her sensual lips pleasing me till again our lips meet in wild passion so sweet and savage .

Her sweet pussy grinds against me and I am over come with the burning need for my young bride My hands forcefully spread her open , I lift her nubile form as if it was a feather and impale on me . her moist sweet pussy, so tight engulfs and squeezes my cock. I am wild with my need for her. Yet I am the master she the servant.

My eyes smile at her gasps of pleasure.

“FUCK me Jehanne Fuck me with your sweet pussy till I cum deep with in your womb love. Yet do not cum till I give you permission MY Dove.”

My voice husky with my passion

“Your denial of your own pleasure, the anticipation of it will only make you reward sweeter.”

 

[H'venlee]

Jean's simple words had spurred my passion, yet my mind fought to keep control of my body as I moved my hips against his. I could feel his hard shaft caressing every inch of me. I became more and more aware of him growing and pulsing.

My body reaches for release, yet I fight not to give in. I raise my hips, grasping as I feel him start to slide out, then thrust down on him again. Moving my hips as if dancing atop of him, my muscles clenching him so tightly.

His hand reach up and grasps one of my nipple, pulling and twisting it. I moan with the pleasure he gives me. He then takes my hand, placing it on my breast, a smile in his eyes. I grasp the nipple as he did, giving myself pleasure now. His eyes watch me, my body grinding and thrusting against him.

The more I play, the more excited I become. I let my hand fall, trying to not let myself cum before he allows. But he shakes his head at me, placing my hand back where it was, watching as I hover at the brink of pleasure, with himself so in control.

 

[cgraven]

Jehanne I in the throws of her passion she dances upon my impaling cock, her sweet vagina clucking, grasping, massaging milking me with its wet silken embrace. My hand guides Jeanne’s dainty fingers to her nipple and she eagerly squeezes and pulls at her pearl hard bud.

Jehanne has abandoned herself to her wild, savage passion, she is bathed in sweat. Jehanne,s withering body glow & shimmers in the dancing light from the fire. A tortured gasp escapes her parched lips as her hand drops from her breast, I slowly shake my head as I guide her fingers back to her taunt, pause and guide her other hand to her neglected nipple. My hands about Jehanne,s trim waist as I steady her in her savage dance of wanton lust As she descends on my impaling cock I thrust up to meet her. Our dace of carnal love soars on.

 

[H'venlee]

Jean's hands rest on my waist, holding me steady as I ride him. He thrusts up to meet me as I grind my body down onto his. His cock pulses inside me, and I struggle to control myself.

He is calm beneath me, thrust up into me, yet just enjoying the feel of my body. My hips continue to move upon his, feeling him slide in and out, my juices flowing from between us.

My fingertips tug at my nipples, feeling them as hard as pebbles. My breath comes in short gasps as I fight to hold on. A smile plays on his lips as he masterfully twists his hips as he fills me, sending me to a new height.

I try, so hard I try, but I feel my control slip away. My body starts to tremble with my passion. My back arches as I cry escapes my lips. I feel myself let loose as my juices flow between us. My whole being sores with a sweet release.

"Oh yes Jean....yes."



Drenched in sweat for the unbelievable pleasure I just found, I start to realize the quiet around me. His hands have stilled my hips. His cock still hard inside me. I open my eyes, and see the look of displeasure on his face, and I know I have failed him again.

 

[cgraven]

Our love is Wild, Wanton, and Knows no Bounds. We revel in the sheer mutual joy sharing so completely the sensual joy of each other and our own bodies, separate, unique a part, but two becoming as one as we are joined now. My eyes shine bright with Jehanne’s struggles to master her mounting desire, need for blessed relief. I know if she can just but succeed she will know unimaginable joy. I am very close now as my own control begins to slip, yet before I can encourage “My Dove to hold on for a moment longer, Jehanne violently comes as she throws back her head screaming in ecstasy.

"Oh yes Jean....yes."

A look of displeasure, no disappointment crosses my face for I have failed to encourage Jehanne, to help her to succeed My hands still her hips and my own need explodes deep in side her. There is a deep sadness in my eyes as now I must punish Jeanne , yet is it fair, for was it not as much my fault as hers. Know I must do as I say least she losses all respect for me. I kiss the sweet salty tear that now runs down her cheek and steel myself for what I must now do, then I kiss Jehanne’s quivering lips with a deep tenderness.

“Oh my Dove I am so glad that you have found such joy, yet sadden because came with out my permission……..I said I would punish you if you did.”

I pause my heart near to braking.

“But our word is our bond,…..You gave yours,….and I gave mind……Yet perhaps the task was to great for you. So I’ll grant you a boon.”

I am silent for a moment.

“you may pick your own punish moment.”

 

[H'venlee]

My lip quivers as I watch him, a tear rolls down my cheek from my now closed eyelids. I cannot believe I have failed him so. My heart aches with knowing I have disappointed him.

I feel his lips press to my cheek, then tenderly kiss my lips. This hurts me more, and the pleasure that I found in my release is lost as I chastize myself in my own mind.

“Oh my Dove I am so glad that you have found such joy, yet sadden because came with out my permission……..I said I would punish you if you did.”

I nod to this, for I know that I did do wrong by him. He does not move, holding me to him as I was when I betrayed his trust in me.

“But our word is our bond,…..You gave yours,….and I gave mind……Yet perhaps the task was to great for you. So I’ll grant you a boon.”

I look into his eyes. I see the hurt there, and my heart aches with it.

“you may pick your own punish moment.”

I gasp, knowing this is worse than anything. A sob comes from deep in me. I cannot be leanient on myself, and my mind insists on the harshest punishment for betraying my love.

His hands slowly slide me off of him, and he rises from the bed, standing with his back to me, giving me time to think. My body shakes, feeling lost but knowing what I must do.

I sit up on the bed, my legs dangling off the side, not quite reaching the floor, with my head bowed to him. I feel like a child, and know in many ways I am. But now I must be a woman and decide.

"Jean, I will let you punish me tonight. I would like you to recieve your pleasure from another, while I am made to watch. I believe that in seeing this, it will teach me to be more considerate of you. And I promise to not pleasure myself as you do so, as my punishment. And if you wish, you may bind me as well."

 

[cgraven]

Jehanne’s Punishment

"Jean, I will let you punish me tonight. I would like you to receive your pleasure from another, while I am made to watch. I believe that in seeing this, it will teach me to be more considerate of you. And I promise to not pleasure myself as you do so, as my punishment. And if you wish, you may bind me as well."

I ponder Jehanne’s request Then turn to her my face stern.

“No not to night Jehanne but tomorrow.”

I pause for I know what will come next will be the ultimate test of her love.

“ Tomorrow you well call one of your friends from school, invite her for lunch, then for an afternoon’s ride. You’ll bring her to the stables where we will bind her and use her.”

I paint the picture of what will be and watch my young bride.

“Oh and Jehanne she bust be and innocent for your betrayal of her, and your punishment to be complete.’

I wait for Jehanne’s answer.

 

[H'venlee]

His words ring through my head. My bretrayal of a friend for the love of my husband. I feel the tears run down my cheeks as I feel the pain I have cause him to give such a punishment as this.

I slide off the bed, keeping my head down, and walk to him. My heart pounds, as I know he awaits my answer. I feel his fingers on my chin, asking me to raise my eys to meet his. I do not struggle against it. I feel broken inside, not for what I am about to do, but for the pain I have caused him.

My voice is barely above a whisper, trying to talk over the lump of regret that is in my throat.

"If that is what you demand of me Jean, then so it must be."

 

[cgraven]

I see the conflict of Jehanne’s emotion in her deep, flashing eyes, her soul laid bare to me as her body is.

I hear the choked emotion in her voice for she fells that she has failed and betrayed my love and trust in her. I lift her chin as she averts her lustrous eyes from me.

"If that is what you demand of me Jean, then so it must be."

Jehanne’s voice a soft broken whisper. I kiss the tears from her cheeks. A tender kiss on her wide sensual lips. My eyes smile into hers. As I enfold Jehanne lovingly into my arms. crushing her to me..

“Jehanne do you love me so much “My Dove” that you would do this willingly?”

My voice soft, loving and reassuring even in the question I ask of her.

 

[H'venlee]

I feel Jean's arms tight around me, holding me to him.

“Jehanne do you love me so much “My Dove” that you would do this willingly?”

I rest my head against his strong chest, listening to his heart beating. Deep down I know I would be nothing without him. He is not only my husband now, but master over me.

I take a couple deep breaths, inhaling his scent. It was comforting to me, it eases my mind and my soul. His arms around me provide me safety from it all, and I know that I have nothing to fear when I am with him, just doing all to please him.

I cuddle closer to him, feeling his love engulf me.

"Yes Jean. I do love you this much."

 

[cgraven]

Jehanne seeks the shelter of my arms, rests her weary head on my chest and I enfold her in the comforting security of my embrace she so desperately longs for. Jehanne cuddle closer as my love engulf her.


"Yes Jean. I do love you this much."


My hand goes to her long, silken, auburn hair, I set it free from the tight French braid that holds it captive. Now free Jehanne’s cascades down her back to brush her sweet, firm derrière, framing her face wit shimmering wavelets of rich, dark, honey spun copper I carrier her to our bed, lay her ther and spoon to her back as I hold her close.

“You are very brave My Dove and I am well pleased with you.”

(Jehanne falls asleep in my arms as tomorrow and her punishment draw near.)

 

[H'venlee]

I awake in the morning, warm and safe in Jean's arms. I can feel the warmth of the fireplace, relit by the one of the servents as we slept. I stretch just a bit, not wanting to disturb my husband. The smell of fresh fruit and bakery tickle my senses, letting me know that a breakfast platter has also been prepared and left for us this morning. My love has trained his dervants well.

I turn to face him, wanting to look at him in the new morning light. His face is gentle and handsome. My hand reaches up to touch the wisps of grey that streak through his hair.

As a student, I was so impressed with him, that a man so handsome and worldly would even look twice at someone like me. He had swept me off my feet with the quiet dinners, the trips to the museums, the days on the yatch. He sent me flowers and gifts, treating me better than I ever had been before.

And now I was his, body mind and soul. I am not only his wife, I am his.

His eyes flutter open, the long lashes brushing against his skin before he can focus on me.

I smile at him. "Good morning Jean."

 

[cgraven]

The light touch of a butterfly’s wing on my cheek seduces me from the troubled world of dreams that haunted my sleep. Jehanne’s punishment harsh yes, yet necessary if she was ever to reach the dizzying heights of pleasure she longed for.

"Good morning Jean."

My eyes greeted by the warmth of her smile, and her matchless beauty. I wonder how this young vibrant creature could ever have surrendered her innocence ad beauty to e, every moment sense I first saw Jeanne a treasured moment. Yet there is a twinge of sadness for I can not enjoy her full charms. Yet I know she will need some tender affection to strengthen her for what lays ahead. For even now I must meet her yearns and need.

“ my dove morning.

My voice a deep sensual whisper , a teasing, pleasing Kiss.

“Would you like to play a game this morning?”

 

[H'venlee]

"My dove, morning"

My heart leaps at his use of that name for me. His eyes look at me, still a bit troubled. This worries me a bit, until he places a teasing kiss on my lips.

He whispers to me in a sensual voice, “Would you like to play a game this morning?”

I smile widely, excited as to what he may have in mind for me this morning.

I cannot hide my girlish glee as I answer him, almost bouncing in our soft bed.

"Oh yes Jean. I would love to."

 

[cgraven]

I smile into Jehanne’s eyes.

“Very well My Dove, but first Fee me breakfast then draw my bathe,.”

The back of my hand caresses Jehanne’s cheek as I prop myself on the pillows.

 

[H'venlee]

I slide out of bed, not bothering to grab the robe that had been laid out for me. I want to let Jean look on me as he wishes. I almost skip across the floor, such joy in my heart to be able to take care of him so.

I take the cover off of the platter that is resting on a side table. On it are an array of the freshest fruits and berries, and just made croissants with butter and jam. Also a small pitcher of cream and milk have been placed on the tray with two crystal glasses. I carefully pick up the tray and slowly walk over to the bed, placing it on the nightstand.

I climb back into bed beside him. Taking a croissant off of the tray, I break it in half, smearing it with butter and jam. I turn back to Jean, offering him the morsel I have selected for him.

 

[cgraven]

The simple joy of serving lifts and buoys Jehanne,s sprit. Her naked perfection trills me with joy. I can’t help but smile as she skips to do my bidding so much an innocent child in so many ways.

I except the morsel she offers me from her dainty fingers and my lips take it as suckle each finger for every last crumb.

“My Dove the croissant all the sweeter served from your fingers.”

I smile.

“You may continue My Dove.”

 

[H'venlee]

I watch as Jean accepts all the food I offer him, from the ripe pear slices to the strawberries dipped into the fresh cream. His mouth entices me, watching him lick and suck the juices of the fruit off of my fingers. I pour him a glass of the cold milk, offering it to him, holding it to his lips as he drinks. I even grab a linen off of the tray to wipe away the droplets that had escaped down his chin.

It was the little things that excited me as he ate. How is tongue circles around in the jam before he would take a bite. How he suckes the cream off of the strawberry. How the peach slides effortly between his strong lips.

My hunger for food was not even thought about as I serve him, offering him bit after bit, to make sure he has his fill. But I was aware of another hunger growing in me. I fidget, feeling how my thighs that rub against each other are getting slick.

I glance at Jean, wondering if he can too smell my fragrence mixed with the smell of the fruits.

 

[cgraven]

The tender care with which Jehanne feeds me the simple joy that it gives her , and the sexual arousal she derive from it please me, yet her hour of trial closes in on her .

“Jehanne I think a bathe now…..You may bathe me.”

I rise and go to the Garden tub in our “Salon de Bain”


When drawn I step into the steaming water and relax.

 

[H'venlee]

I test the water, making sure it is just the right temperature for him. I help him step in, the steam curling around his body, clinging to skin.

He sits down, and I hear a sigh of relaxation from him. I kneel beside the tub, taking a sponge off of the shelf to wash him with. The water has been sented a musky smell, one most befitting of my love.

The water drips from the sponge as I run it along his arm, watching it flow across his muscles. I let a finger caress where the water has ran.

I smile at him, taking a bar of fine soap, lathering between my hands, and rubbing it to his skin. Small bubbles pop up, forming sparkling balls in the morning sunlight. Lower and lower my hands work, washing his carms, his chest. Then my fingers brush against his manhood. It twitches at my touch, standing hard in the water.

I gaze into his eyes as my hand surrounds him, sliding up and down easily with the slickness of the soap.

 

[cgraven]

I close my eyes and just enjoy the soft sensual caress of the sponge, the light fragrance of Jehanne as she bathes me. I drift in a contented world of love and soft caresses, then my manhood jumps , throbs to life as Jehanne,s silky hands caresses it my eyes flutter open Jehanne is smiling into my eyes. Her delicate hands so soft, so loving, surrounds my penis, sliding up and down it easily with the slickness of the soap. I moan and arch to her touch.

I grow harder with each stroke.

Leaning forward I tenderly kiss Jehanne.

“Take me into your mouth My Dove.”

 

[H'venlee]

Feeling him grow harder and harder in my hand, I am still in awe of the effect I have on him. He leans forward, pressing a tender kiss to my lips.

When he pulls away from me, I hear the huskiness in his voice as he whispers, “Take me into your mouth My Dove.”

I rise, sliding into the tub with him, my legs brush up against his. My body starts to tingle. I kneel in the water, facing him. The steam settles on my skin, giving me a warm, impish glow. My hair flows loosly around my shoulders, captured fire curling against my alabaster skin.

My small hand wraps around him again, holding his jumping manhood steady as my moist lips lower to it, parting so slightly the nearer I get. I watch Jean, keeping a close eye on him as my lips take the tip.

He is warm from the water, but my mouth is hotter from my passion for him. I lick the water droplets off of him, feeling him pressing against my tongue. I slide my lips down his shaft, finally taking him fully into my mouth. I watch as he inhales deeply, then sighing as he becomes accustom to the heat that surrounds him. My hands run up and down his chest as I hold him there, letting my nails scratch lightly at his skin. I see his nipples pucker at my touch.

When my hands reach down to his waist, I begin to move my mouth on him, letting him slide slowly out, then sucking hard to pull him back into me.

 

[cgraven]

Lord Jehanne excites me so her sweet innocent charm, her loving care of all my needs , my will weakens with the touch of her lips on my manhood.. Slowly she takes me into her sweet mouth her wide sensual lips “O’ed” around my penis the Jehanne inhales and a unbidden sigh of complete contentment escapes my parched lips.

Jehanne’s finger and nails rake down my chest and a shiver of pure animal delight course threw me as my lovers passion soars, as her sweet, head slowly moves up and down my shaft, as she literal sucks me in to her mouth, then Jehanne’s tongue swirling around me.

Ohhhhhhh yes My Dove make love to me with your mouth till I come deep with in your throat.

Jehanne had never been able to deep throat me for long, yet would this be the morning My Dove succeed?