"I feel really good now," she said, her voice husky. "I don't feel any pain at all."
Matt chuckled and she thrilled at the sound of his happiness. "I'm sure you don't. But, we don't want you to feel any pain tomorrow either, so let's follow the doctor's orders." He kissed her again, his hand sliding carefully along her hip and she arched toward him when he released her. He chuckled again. "Oh, you are an eager one. I'd best get that liniment before I lose my last thread of common sense."
He stood and she watched him stroll across the room, hardly able to believe he was her husband. For always.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the lethargy.
"Matt," she said, "what—what was that? What happened to me?" It was easier to ask the question with her eyes closed and while he was a few steps away. Still, she was shocked when the words came out of her mouth. She was so relaxed, her well trained instincts had relaxed too. She'd need to be careful about that.
But not right now.
Matt returned and sat on the edge of the bed again.
“That, my sweet bride, was a climax. Sometimes it is called an orgasm. It is when your body reaches the peak of lovemaking. It is the height of ecstasy. Is that how it felt for you?”
“Oh yes,” she said, nodding her head. “Definitely. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
“Good. I am glad to give you your first one. I’m sure there will be many, many more.”
“I hope so,” she said, then clapped her hand over her mouth. Just like that and all those years of decorum had vanished.
“I hope so too,” he said with a smile.
She took hold of the front of his shirt. "Why are you wearing this? I'm na-naked." She giggled. It was as though she was intoxicated. Maybe she was drunk on love. She giggled again.
"Yes, you certainly are," he replied, his eyes flaring with desire as he gazed at her. "But we have to take care of you and then we will discuss my shirt."
"As you wish," she said. "Do you know what I wish?"
"I'm afraid to ask," Matt said, scooping out a bit of the ointment and placing it on the bruised area on her side.
"Oh, that's cold!" She tried to pull away, but Matt rolled her onto her other side and gave her bottom two smacks with his palm.
"Hold still. Or you'll get more swats. Is that how you want to spend your wedding night? With a bruised side and a red bottom?"
She gasped and looked at him wide-eyed. "You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh, wouldn't I?" Though he smiled and appeared playful about it, there was something underlying his tone that told her he was not kidding at all. "When it comes to your safety and well-being, I will dare to do whatever I need to do. You're my wife. I've vowed to protect you and keep you. And that's exactly what I intend to do."
She wasn't so sure she liked the idea of spankings, but she did like the protective way he talked about her. No one had ever cared too much about her well-being, as long as she was available for her father to parade around in front of his business associates or to drag to a society gala, he didn't care if she was sick as sick could be, as long as she could get into a dress and walk upright while smiling.
And, that was a skill she'd developed expertly.
But she set those thoughts aside as Matt's strong fingers worked more of the liniment into her skin. It was definitely sore, but less so since their visit to the doctor and she felt confident the liniment would do the trick. And soon, she hoped.
When Matt finished with the liniment, she started to feel a little awkward about being naked. "Um, Matt. Maybe I need to get under the covers?"
"Are you cold?” His eyes were fixed on her bare breasts and she glanced down to see the pink tips were hard as pebbles. But, she didn’t feel cold. No, if anything, she felt warm all over.
“It’s just that...well...I…” She closed her thighs and put her hands over her breasts. “I’m not sure of the … um… protocol in a situation like this.”
“Protocol?” Matt’s eyes sparked with amusement, as though he found her utterly delightful. He moved her hands away and replaced them with his own. “Sweetheart, the only protocol is whatever we decide it is.” He kneaded the globes of her breasts and she had trouble breathing. “Does this feel good?”
She swallowed hard then nodded her head. “Y-yes,” she squeaked out.
“It feels good to me too.” He continued to work his hands over her breasts until she squirmed from side to side atop the bed.
He paused and looked down at her. “Did that hurt?”
“What?” she asked, not understanding what he meant.
“You just shifted from left to right. Did your injury hurt when you did that?”
She thought for a moment and then repeated the motion. “No!” She smiled up at him. “I feel good as new.”
Matt probed her skin with gentle fingers. “Are you sure? Close your eyes and tell me if I touch a spot where it hurts.”
She did as he instructed and it was like a miracle, no pain at all. She’d honestly been skeptical about the doctor’s remedy, but it had worked. Fast.
Thank goodness because now that she’d experienced her first taste of what married life was like, she wanted more.
And more.
* * *
The way she looked at him. Holy cats. He knew she was a virgin, her reactions and her question about orgasms made that clear, but he'd
