Married For Magic

Chapter 4: Dalliance

Before Dahlia knew it, Antonio was standing in front of her. No longer kneeling, he removed his belt and reached out both hands, offering them to Dahlia. She accepted hesitantly and rose to her feet. Antonio slowly turned her around, facing her away from him. She shuddered as his hand traced her back.

"Trust me." Antonio whispered gently behind her.

Dahlia nodded and took a deep breath. Antonio's hands quickly found the zipper at the back of her dress, he pulled it slowly. The dress pooled around Dahlia's feet, revealing her appetizing figure. Antonio felt his growing erection press against his pants. He groaned in anticipation. He could hardly wait any longer. He brushed Dahlia's hair from her shoulders, revealing her bare back. He reached out a hand but stopped short, studying her shoulders and exposed skin carefully. He moved closer, and even in the dim light he made out a clear trail of bruises scattered from her shoulders down to her lower back. Antonio frowned, the bruises were all in various states of healing, meaning they were from different occasions. He was tempted to ask her where they were from, but a part of him already knew. He wrapped his arms around her from behind, placing delicate kisses on her shoulders. Dahlia gasped and leaned her back to him. She knew he'd seen the bruises, but his simple act of silent support had solidified her growing desire. Without warning, Antonio scooped Dahlia into his arms and placed her gently on the bed. His hands found the straps of her thin bralette and released her bouncing breasts. A wicked smile spread across Antonio's face, and Dahlia felt as though he was already devouring her with his eyes. Just as quickly, he found the thin string of fabric that was her thong and pulled it down around her ankles. Dahlia squirmed and made an instinctive attempt to cover herself, but Antonio pinned her thigh to the bed, placing a firm hand on the other. Dahlia stared up at him with a hint of fear in her eyes.

"Antonio..."

Antonio smiled and leaned down, placing a small kiss on her forehead.

"How about this? You promise to trust me and follow my instructions, and I promise to give you all the protection and pleasure you can ever need. You have nothing to fear from me, Dahlia."

Dahlia's eyes grew wide and glossy, she smiled sweetly and placed a hand on his chest.

"Okay..."

Antonio's wicked smile returned to his face and his hands returned to her thighs, pushing them apart. He acted fast, circling her already swollen c**t with his thumb. Dahlia cried out and bucked her hips against his hand, only causing his fingers to circle faster and with more force. Antonio watched as her juices flowed down her thighs on over his fingers. He knew she was ready, and quickly plunged two fingers deep into her drenched slit. Dahlia whimpered and moaned beneath the pressure of his hand. He pressed her hips to the bed firmly, and plunged slowly in and out of her, hooking his fingers on her sweet spot with every thrust. Antonio watched greedily as her hips wiggled and writhed beneath him, attempting to arc up, offering herself to him. He bent down and captured her c**t in his mouth, swirling his tongue over her swollen mound and lips. Dahlia thrashed and whimpered, between moaning his name and gripping the bed. This sent Antonio over the edge. He needed to be inside her now. He rose to his feet, removing his pants and boxers and allowing his pulsing erection to spring free. Dahlia gasped at his size, but before she could protest, Antonio was already positioned between her legs. He smiled down at her with a mix of desire and primal lust.

"Don't worry, it'll only hurt for a second."

Dahlia swallowed hard and squeezed her eyes shut. She whimpered lightly as the tip of his shaft entered her. He eased in slowly and gently, allowing her time to adjust to his size and length.

"Good girl." He cooed softly with every inch of him she took.

Antonio smiled and cupped her chin in his hand.

"Stay still, okay? I don't want to hurt you."

Dahlia gripped the sheets beneath her tightly, and all at once Antonio plunged his throbbing member deep into her. Dahlia cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, her walls clenching tightly around him. A small trickle of blood spilled from between her thighs and dripped onto the sheets. Antonio leaned down and held her mouth in a hungry, passionate kiss.

"That's it, good girl. It's okay, it won't hurt anymore."

He stroked her hair and gave her a moment to adjust. Then he slowly began to rock his hips into her, gentle at first, but gradually picking up speed and intensity. Dahlia winced, the first few thrusts were still a little painful. After about the third thrust, though, something changed. Dahlia felt a warmth growing in her stomach, and each time Antonio slid out of her she bucked her hips to meet him. Antonio smiled wickedly and continued to rail into her. He watched as she slowly unraveled around his member. She bounced freely on his erection, her boobs swinging in rhythm. Her face was flushed and her eyes were glossy, she stared up at him in a blissful daze while she moaned and whimpered Antonio's name. Seeing the wave she caved to him, an insatiable urge rose up in him to claim her in every way possible. He pounded into her twice as hard, pushing himself to climax. He was desperate to see his load dripping out of her, signifying she was his and his alone. To his surprise, as his member tightened and throbbed within her, her walls began to flex and contract, sucking him in further. He growled and drove harder into her swollen slit, exploding deep inside of her. Dahlia's own ecstasy wasn't far behind, writhing and screaming in pleasure. She found her release with Antonio's full member still buried in her. She whimpered meekly and collapsed onto the bed breathing heavily. Antonio removed himself from her carefully, and rolled onto the bed next to her. He nuzzled his lips to her neck, mumbling in a gruff tone.

"So? What do you think?"

Dahlia covered her face with her hands and giggled. She rolled towards him, pressing her face into his chest.

"I think I'd like to do it again."

Antonio laughed with his whole body, grinning from ear to ear.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, but let's take it easy. Why don't you get some rest and we'll see about tomorrow."

Antonio planted a warm kiss on her forehead and rolled her into his arms. He pulled the velvet blankets up around them, and squeezed her tightly. Dahlia gazed up at him sleepily.

"I think I'm lucky...to have you as a husband, that is. I could've done worse."

Antonio smiled but said nothing. A few moments later Dahlia was fast asleep on his chest. He let out a deep sigh and watched her sleeping peacefully. He wondered if she truly felt lucky or if it was just the blissful haze lingering from their earlier fun. Either way, he didn't feel he'd earned it, but he hoped he would get the chance to. Antonio rubbed his forehead. What was he going to do with a wife, he thought. He closed his eyes and leaned back onto the bed, drifting off into a restless sleep.

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A courteous knock on the suite door woke Dahlia from her peaceful slumber. She was startled, temporarily forgetting where she was. She took a moment to regain her composure and then slowly rose to her feet. She shivered in the crisp morning air, she had forgotten she was naked. Dahlia gasped and looked around the room expectantly. However, she was surprised to find that Antonio was nowhere in sight. She frowned and rubbed her slightly aching head. She knew she shouldn't have fallen asleep without eating last night. Another curt knock at the door jostled her from her train of thought. She dashed around the room frantically, quickly finding a silk robe.

"Just a moment!" She called out as she hastily covered herself.

She rushed to the door, opening it just a crack. A cheerful face greeted her, on the other side of the door stood a short maid with dark auburn hair. She smiled enthusiastically at Dahlia, waiting for an invitation inside.

"Oh, my apologies. You must be here for the sheets. Please come in."

Dahlia smiled softly, opening the door and gesturing into the suite. The maid nodded her head and made her way in. She watched as the maid carefully collected the sheets from

the bed, and couldn't help but notice the small smile on her face as she did. Dahlia wondered if the staff were actually happy to have her here, after all.

"Excuse me, what's your name, miss?"

The maid startled and looked up at Dahlia with round frightened eyes.

"Elise, Lady Bailey, my name is Elise." The girl straightened herself and curtsied briefly.

Dahlia scoffed and waved a hand in the air.

"Please, just call me Dahlia in the house, okay? And there's no need to curtsy or bow, that's uncomfortable and totally old-fashioned."

Dahlia giggled and held eye contact with the maid. The girl's eyes widened further and her mouth fell open.

"Yes, Miss Dahlia. Of course, thank you."

Dahlia raised an eyebrow and Elise blushed sheepishly.

"Just Dahlia. Nothing else, got it?"

Dahlia pointed at Elise playfully and, for the first time, she saw the girl genuinely smile.

"So, what's your role around here, Elise?"

Elise smiled brightly.

"I'm so glad you asked. I'll be serving as your personal attendant during your stay here! I'm honored and pleased to help you with anything at all."

Dahlia smiled sweetly and nodded.

"Thank you Elise, I truly appreciate it. May I ask you a question?"

Elise nodded eagerly, and closed the gap between them.

"Oh yes, of course, anything!"

Dahlia laughed again and straightened her robe.

"Are you and the others happy...to have a lady of the estate? I mean...are you glad to have me? I want to be useful and respected the way Antonio is. I would hate to be in the way..."

Dahlia found herself trailing off meekly. Without warning, Elise grasped both of her hands and beamed up at her brightly.

"My Lady, we have never been so happy or excited about meeting someone! Please put any doubts aside. It's been boring and dull without a lady to take up the social events and host dinners. We are truly glad for your arrival."

Dahlia smiled and tried to hide the blush that had slowly crept up her face.

"Oh, well, okay then. I really am happy to hear that."

Dahlia smiled wider and Elise returned the gesture.

"Oh, Elise! One more question, do you possibly know where, uh, Lord Bailey is?"

Elise's smile faltered for a brief moment, but she recovered quickly. Dahlia took note of this but chose to stay quiet.

"Of course, yes. I'm afraid he's in the study taking care of some business. I can escort you there just after I take you to our seamstress to see if she's gotten your dress size correct."

Dahlia gasped aloud and her eyes grew wide.

"Are you serious? Are there dresses here, for me?"

Elise nodded excitedly.

"Yes, it's true!"

Dahlia and Elise grasped their hands and squealed excitedly. Elsie dug into the bedroom closet and found Dahlia a more covered night gown and robe, and the two headed out into the corridor. As they made their way through the halls, Dahlia noted the lack of noise or warmth emanating from the manor. She sighed and shivered in a light draft. Dahlia quietly swore to herself, remembering that she'd now missed dinner and breakfast. When she found Antonio, she thought, she was going to drag him by the ear and make him share a meal with her.