Chapter Two

 

 

They reached London as dusk was falling and were shown to a suite of rooms in the hotel. Alone in such surroundings with a man for the first time in her life, Jane began to feel rather nervous. Dinner was to be served in just over an hour but they had comfortable time to bath and change during which she calmed down a little. She put on a grey taffeta dress which, without adornment other than her mother’s cameo brooch, emphasised her frail and wan appearance.

She ate very little and the champagne, to which she was unaccustomed, went to her head making her feel somewhat elated. Across the table she caught that strange look in Edward’s eyes which she had noticed quite a few times of late. She felt panic. Trembling a little she set down her knife and fork, whereupon Edward said,

“You have eaten very little, my dear.”

“I’m not really hungry and I am rather tired.” she stammered.

“Yes, I expect you are. I think that what we both need now is a good night’s sleep.”

They left the table and she went to the door of her bedroom which was adjoining his. He approached her and kissed her lightly on the cheek.

“Sleep well, my dear. I will see you at eight o’clock for breakfast.” With relief she entered her bedroom, closed the door and leaned against it, breathing heavily. She had not known what to expect but this seemed to be a welcome postponement of the rights of the bridegroom which she had fearfully been anticipating. She was not certain whether or not to lock the door but decided against it. This was a wise move for had she done so it would have aroused his anger and he would not have been so patient with her.

The next day they set off for Italy. The following two evenings, after much travelling, she was tired and the pattern of the first night was repeated. She was surprised but only too grateful for the delay of her ordeal which she guessed would inevitably come soon enough.

She was delighted with the decor of her room in the suite in Florence. The walls were pale blue with white stripes and the curtains, dressing table flounce and bedspread were made in a large floral print in matching blue and white, with additional pink roses. A huge bowl of pink flowers lay on a small table and the entire atmosphere was restful as well as charming.

The next day they walked round one part of Florence, which was a large and beautiful city with many places of interest to visit. Over the next few days they wandered around churches and she gazed in awe at the magnificently painted ceilings, asking him how such work had been possible. He seemed very knowledgeable about art as indeed he was about most subjects.

After the first day’s sightseeing, they returned to the hotel just after five p. m. , he saying he did not wish to tire her. She rested, bathed and changed for dinner which was to be served in the suite. She chose a simple pale pink dress which complemented her pale skin and dark hair. Once more the champagne relaxed her and after talking for some half an hour after dinner, they rose and went to the doors of their respective rooms. He said,

“I will visit you later.”

She slipped into one of the fine, more expensive night dresses which she and a friend who had also recently become engaged had chosen for her trousseau. Then, after brushing her hair, she climbed hastily into bed, pulling the covers over her. After about a quarter of an hour Edward tapped on her door and without waiting for a response came in and closed it behind him. He was wearing a silk robe which he did not remove.

He pulled back the bedclothes and lay down beside her. Much to her surprise she felt the warmth and smell of him next to her rather pleasant and when she turned her face towards him thought that she also saw a glimpse of affection behind that peculiar look of his which she did not understand. He leaned forward and kissed her, gently at first and then harder, finally pushing his tongue between her lips. Feeling the pressure of his tongue against hers, she backed away.

“What is the matter? That is quite a normal kiss between lovers, you will soon learn to like it.”

He reached over and slowly pulled undone the ribbon ties on her night dress, then pushed it back to expose her breasts.

“Your breasts are lovely but too small,” he said.

She felt indignant. “I have been told by my dressmakers that I have a perfect figure.” she replied, rather sharply.

“Perhaps so, when you are clothed, but not for my pleasure nor your own. However, I think some nightly massage and, when we return home, cold water treatment will soon improve their size and sensitivity.”

“Cold water treatment?” she queried.

“Yes, it is a therapy well known in France. However, there seems to be no reason why the massage should not start now. Fifteen to twenty minutes a night should be sufficient.” Pulling the top of her night dress down to her waist he started to gently massage her breasts and squeeze her nipples. He stopped and asked, “Do you like that?”

“I cannot say I dislike it but it does not affect me particularly.” He bent his head and kissed and sucked her nipples slightly harder and she was aware of a shiver running down her back. He then reverted to squeezing and rotating her nipples until he felt them harden beneath his touch. She then began to feel a strange sensation in the lower part of her body. She did nothing but lie passively as he continued to work on her.

From the moment he had got into bed beside her he had become erect and knew that with anyone else but this woman he would, after some preliminary much harder handling, have entered her by now whether or not she wanted it. As he continued caressing her he felt her body slowly beginning to respond and debated whether or not to progress further but decided against it.

“I think that is enough for one night, my dear,” and, after kissing her gently, returned to his room.

She lay there tossing and turning, feeling a strange sort of longing which had not been fulfilled. When she woke in the morning, she immediately became aware of her breasts rubbing against the sheet and indeed, when she was later fully dressed, the restraint of her bodice continually reminded her of the previous night.

The next day they concentrated mostly on the Pont de Vecchio and she realised that she had no idea of the wonderful sights which some of the European cities had to offer. Once more they returned to the hotel about five p. m. and this evening she found it a welcome change to dine in the main dining room. She was fascinated to see the beautiful gowns and jewels which the other women were wearing.

Edward, however, had been determined that she would not be outshone and he suggested that she wear her green velvet gown. When she came out from her room wearing it, he looked at her appreciatively, then took a beautiful emerald necklace from its velvet box and fastened it around her neck. Whilst he was doing so, he could not help but think of the irony of the situation. All of his previous women would have been compelled to have suffered the worst of his perversities before they would have been given anything approaching a quarter of the value of this necklace. However, she was his wife. Her youth and beauty made all heads turn and his pride in knowing that she belonged to him, if not yet completely, more than compensated for the premature expenditure.

This night they were much later returning to their suite and after coming to give her the massage, which lasted for a shorter period of time than usual, he left her, saying that it was time they both retired. What she did not know was that as soon as he left her, he got dressed again and went out into the night, stepping into the carriage which he had previously ordered.

The carriage drew up at the doorway of a large house situated on the outskirts of Florence. He had been there several times in the past during his visits to Italy.

It was not really a brothel as such, although the half a dozen or so women who rented rooms there shared a common profession. Maria had been there for some three years and she knew what he liked. He hoped that she was free tonight as he had made no appointment but had decided to come on a whim to relieve the frustration he was beginning to feel over the slow progress with Jane. He knew that he could have hastened this but did not really think it prudent to do so. He had made his plans and wished to keep them.

He went up the stairs to Maria’s rooms and knocked on the door. She opened it, wearing only a cream satin robe which was completely open down the front, displaying her voluptuous body.

“Maria! “ he exclaimed, kissing her hard and grasping one of her full breasts at the same time. She welcomed him with a quick flow of words in Italian, unbuttoning his trousers as she spoke. Then taking hold of his throbbing penis, aimed it between her parted legs so that he could propel it into her. Once inside he pumped away furiously, relieving some of his lecherousness. Maria was a high class whore and this was reflected in her charges and the lavish apartment which she occupied. Her clients were always supplied with champagne, albeit not necessarily of the best vintage. After the first impetuous session, she sat on his lap, talking to him in her seductive Italian voice while they sipped the drink from crystal glasses.

After a while he edged her from his lap. There was a circular stand to one side of the room. It was a hinged post, upon which chains were fixed top and bottom. It had been made so that either the entire stand could be revolved or the top half of the post tilted forward. Edward knew that there was no need to issue orders to this experienced woman for she knew exactly what his requirements were. She threw off the satin robe and walked slowly to the post so that her hips swayed as she did so.

He chained her hands above her head and then fastened the ankle chains round her splayed legs. Then, taking a whip from a hook on the wall, he proceeded to strike her entire body systematically, starting at the back of her neck and shoulders, working downwards to her feet. Then he revolved the post and worked upwards to just above her breasts, taking care at times that the thong snaked in between her legs so that her vulva received its share of the blows. From time to time she let forth the cries which she knew he liked to hear. He knew, however, that he must avoid flogging her so severely as to permanently mark her, or her expensive body would become devalued for future clients.

When he had covered every inch of her body except her face, he unfastened the clips which held the post upright and the top section fell forward, her body with it. Directly he saw the well-rounded cheeks of her buttocks arched before him, he thrust hard between them. Maria was used to anal intercourse, but the size of Edward’s cock made her cry out as he rammed it in harder and harder. Once again he came rapidly, then unchained her and started to dress. She offered him more champagne but he declined, then placed a thousand lire on the table. His lust now assuaged, he returned in the waiting carriage to the hotel and quietly entered his room.

That night, after dinner, he brought with him to his wife’s room a tape measure which he passed round her breasts, telling her that he would, in future, be comparing the measurements weekly until her breasts had reached the requisite size. After that the treatment would be continued daily but for a shorter duration for maintenance purposes. She did not understand this fetish of his for larger breasts but secretly she was quite pleased with their increased sensitivity. Now she was always aware of them whereas before they had been just a part of her.

They continued the pattern of the sightseeing by day, sometimes taking a carriage out to the surrounding countryside and villages, returning in the early evening. Dinner was always followed by the nightly massage prior to retiring. This lasted until they had been there nearly a week when he decided the time had come to initiate her further.

That night he came bearing a small bottle and after she lay down, he let his hand wander from her breasts further down well below the waist.

“Take off your night dress,” he ordered but still kept on his own robe. She obeyed him, blushing as his eyes roamed over her body. His hand moved slowly up and down and as he pinched her nipples she felt a shock run through her. On its downward journey he stopped at the entrance of her vagina.

‘”I think the time has come to prepare you a little for the consummation of our marriage,” he said. “Now open your legs.” She did so but only slightly. “Wider than that.” He lubricated his well-manicured finger with the substance in the bottle and inserted it into her cleft. She lay there quite still, half afraid of his next move and the other half wanting him to push higher. He withdrew his finger once more and added further lubrication then, without hesitation, pushed it in as far as it would go. She gave a sharp cry.

“I’m sorry if that hurt, my dear, but it has to be done.” As he withdrew his finger this time he noticed traces of blood seeping from her, staining the sheets and he felt triumphant. He was a little surprised at his own restraint as he recalled the virgins he had raped in the past, caring not one iota for their pain and discomfort.

He lubricated his finger again and as she drew back, he said,

“Lie still, it will not hurt so much this time.” Gradually he probed once more, moving from side to side to start stretching the part of her which would, within the next few days, have to accommodate his large penis. Presently, when he looked at her and saw tears in her eyes, he decided that she had experienced sufficient trauma for one night and he kissed her gently and went to his room.

His own feelings were mixed. He seemed to feel some compassion for her but he knew that this was not enough to prevent him from practising the various rituals which he had in mind to bend her to his will.

The next morning, at breakfast, she dare hardly look at him but after a while he said kindly,

“Are you all right?”

“Yes, thank you,” she answered and continued toying with her food.

“You do not eat enough, do try or you will lose weight.”

The next few days passed pleasantly enough. He asked her if she wished to travel on and see more of Italy but she said that she was quite happy to remain in Florence and that perhaps sometime in the future when she had become more used to travel they could visit other places. There was still much to see there. Sometimes they did not dine formally in the hotel but took supper outside one of the pavement cafes. In many ways she enjoyed these evenings most, the less formal atmosphere was more relaxing and she loved to watch other people as they strolled by.

He continued to come to her at night, working first on her breasts and then continuing to stretch her vagina with his fingers. First one again, then two and finally three, although she could not imagine why he found the latter necessary but she soon found out. He now felt that she was sufficiently dilated and with growing impatience he felt he could delay no longer and two nights before their return to England he decided to take her. This time he told her not to put on a night dress and after coming over to the bed, took off his robe. She closed her eyes.

“Look at me,” he ordered. She opened her eyes and blushing looked down.

Drawing in her breath, she gasped, “I can never take that.”

“Yes you can, my dear, you will soon adapt to the size and then you will begin to welcome it.”

He knelt over her and began to caress her breasts, which as he had prophesied, were becoming not only swollen but more sensitive to his touch. In fact, so sensitive that as he rotated the nipples between two fingers, she almost longed for his next move. He looked at the clock.

“Fifteen minutes is enough tonight, I think.” He shifted from his kneeling position, slid down the bed and began to first kiss and then lick her vulva, having first eased open the outer lips. He flicked his tongue over her, then probed it into her vagina. The moisture from his mouth added to her own, which had resulted from her rising, if somewhat unwilling, excitement made him wonder if additional lubrication was necessary. He thought it wiser, however, as this was the first time and, reaching for the bottle, having first prised open her legs, he dripped some into her. He then lubricated his huge throbbing phallus.

He straddled her once more and then gently introduced it, inch by inch, wondering at his own self-control. When he had penetrated her fully, he withdrew but not completely, then slowly began the insertion again. The previous stretching had not been in vain and at this stage she did not find it too painful. He continued for a while with a steady piston movement but his excitement was mounting so much that he could no longer continue this pace. His thrusts became faster and faster, deeper and deeper, every cry she made driving him on.

After what seemed to her an eternity he made one final vicious thrust and she felt burning hot liquid gushing into her. For a few moments he lay still, panting and then realising that his full weight was now on her, moved off and over to the other side of the bed, where he immediately fell asleep. She lay there exhausted and yet, in a way dissatisfied, she could not have tolerated that for much longer and yet she felt as if something was missing. As he slept she looked at him. She felt very little emotion and was beginning to wonder if everything she had read about love being so wonderful was a myth.

The next morning he acted as if nothing had happened. They did their last tour in the city, purchased presents for those at home and returned to the hotel early. During dinner she began to dread the time to retire for fear that the happenings of the previous night would be repeated. She need not have worried. The journey back would be equally as tiring as the outward trip and at ten o’clock, he kissed her goodnight and went to his own room, saying that he had things to do in preparation for the journey. As he went out of the door he said

“Tonight you must perform your own massage.” She did not realise it but what she had so far experienced was merely a foretaste of what was to come.

The next morning, after the breakfast had been served and the waiter had left the room, he asked,

“Well, did you carry out your massage last night?”

She hesitated. “No, I couldn’t.”

His look darkened. “I told you to! “ he said angrily.

“I didn’t know what to do. It felt odd. I - “ she paused once more, “just could not do it.”

“You must learn to obey me,” he said harshly. “I have stipulated that your breasts must receive attention every night and should I happen to be away on business, you must do it yourself. If you are not prepared to carry out my wishes, I shall have to arrange for one of the servants to take my place and I am sure you would not like that.”

“No, no. I wouldn’t, please! “

“Then do what you are told in future and your disobedience will be dealt with later when we have returned home.”

He looked at the clock. “There is a little over fifteen minutes before we have to pack for the journey,” he said. “As you did not do it last night, go into the bedroom and I will massage you now.” She left her chair, got up, went into the other room and just stood there. He still looked angry as he crossed over to her and hastily unfastened her blouse, nearly ripping it. Then he tore off her chemise, took hold of her breasts roughly and went to work. She was still standing up and she reeled a little from his touch.

“Keep still.” His hands pulled and manipulated making her wince. “If these are to reach the proportions and sensitivity required for our mutual enjoyment, there must be no interruption in the therapy unless I say so. Is that understood?”

“Yes” she whispered.

After a quarter of an hour he stopped and saying abruptly,

“Fasten your blouse and start your packing.” He left the room. Her breasts now felt very tender and that combined with his obvious displeasure nearly brought tears to her eyes but her stubborn steak still persisted and she was a long way yet from the complete submission he desired.

The journey back commenced in silence. She could see that he was still annoyed but as she did not think this was justified, neither spoke to the other for some considerable time.

The crossing was rough. She felt ill and that evening she had nothing to eat except soup and went to bed early. He did not come near her neither did he leave any further instructions. She made up her mind that if he enquired about the massage on the following day she would lie.

The last part of their journey was conducted on slightly more amicable terms. They reached his house just as dusk was falling, to be welcomed by the servants to whom he said, “your mistress and I will have dinner in our room.”

She was relieved to see that once more they were to occupy a suite. Her room contained a magnificent four poster bed with lavish drapes of subtly blended pink and red roses. The bathroom led off the main bedroom and his dressing room which contained another quite large bed was through adjoining doors to the other side. She looked round and noted that he appeared to have given considerable thought to the decor and furnishings and this pleased her.

“Do you like this room?” he enquired.

“I think it is lovely.” she replied.

“Good, for you will be spending much time here,” and with that remark he went to his room.

She lay down on the bed to rest for half an hour before bathing and changing. Then looking up she noticed that the dropped ceiling over the bed, beneath the canopy, was completely mirrored. Also under the firm bolsters at the head of the bed which could be removed, the entire wall was mirrored between the bedposts. She was puzzled by this. She had never before encountered a bed surrounded by mirrors but learned over the next few days that this house contained mirrors in every available space. It would not be long before she was to find out about the significance of this.