Ten

Adalene’s cheeks had become rosy and her freckles stood out as she watched herself in the mirror now and remembered what she had just done that afternoon in the luxurious bed just across the room from where she sat.
It was wonderful to know she could pleasure herself.
And yet, even as she came atop those sheets, she felt she was missing something. She remembered how his phallus had looked – a long, hard column of meat that felt alive while she held it. And she tried to imagine cumming with all of that inside her. Her fingers could only fill so much, could only reach so much. What did she know? But somehow, she knew that the hard, throbbing member of the Baron could do so much more for her than her fingers could.
The servants came back to assist her in the bath to prepare for dinner when it was almost dark outside. She would have protested, except what they did to do this was all outside her experience of getting ready to eat at home! They put petals and dried parts of trees and good-smelling oils in her bathwater. They puffed powder here and there, applied something gooey but pleasant smelling on her skin, and made her wear layers of clothing. She could not do as good on her own, and they would not dare defy the Baron’s orders.
The servants finally left. And she was breathless and nervous, even as lovely as she looked now and how wonderful she smelled. She became jittery and a little scared as the moments passed, too. And also very excited. The thought of losing her virginity had scared her before. Her cousin Marie had said it was messy and painful, and she could not forget that. But Marie also said that after she healed, it had become quite wonderful. Maybe her husband had not oriented her first about the how and the why of deflowering. Maybe Elliot had not been as gentle or experienced as Marie? Adalene was not so sure.
But the Baron was gentle, and he was very experienced. He talked about getting her ready. He would know what to do.
But she still felt scared. He was really huge. Were men's members supposed to be that huge? Could she accommodate him? Would she bleed so much? Would that upset him and sour the night for him? Why was she worrying like this? Like how her cousins had worried about their first time with a boy they really liked. She was not sure.
Her pulse was racing. Her heart was clogging her throat.
So she tried to remember other things about the Baron.
In all her life in the village, she had only seen the old baron, Lord Fabian’s father, from afar. He and his family mostly stayed in Paris or his other estates in other parts of France in the latter years of his life. If he was in the manor at all, he rarely strayed from their part of the village.
When he died, Lord Fabian Deschamps inherited his father’s estates and position. But before that he was always away, living in Paris and serving the king as one of his knights.
Lord Fabian Deschamps arrived shortly after his formal entitlement last year and has stayed there in the manor since. But she had never seen him until that morning, though the peasants in the village and the market talked about him and took to liking his running of the estates better than that of his father’s.
Merchants enjoyed that purchases by the manor from their establishments were finally paid on time. Men who guarded the walls were paid their dues on time. Vineyard workers commented that the new Baron would not ask for anything he would not pay, not like his stringent old father. And he would often talk with them about the village and the state of affairs in the farms, and this at a long table with food of roasted meat and harvest and spirits that he had paid and every man and their families could share.
She thought this very wise. Nothing could make the villagers more talkative than when at a fete. Villeins observed how the new baron seemed more interested in trading than the old baron. Lord Fabian started a system where merchants could find easier ways to trade their goods or swap laborers. They all thought this just and well and viewed the new baron to be way ahead in his thinking than in other provinces who still clung to the old ways.
But most still believed he would tire of the manor and would go back to serving the king in Paris. He had lived a sophisticated life in the center of it all, and he must be getting bored of the quieter and simpler life here.
Some of her friends had watched him when they were in the village square, when the Baron accompanied his men on their patrols or went to the fields to oversee the training of the men who protected the walls. There, they fought with swords, practiced archery, and grappled in the mud. They said the Baron and the knights often participated and taught, and yet he was the best of them all. Every time they talked about watching him fight, they swooned. She often had to remind them they were married and if their husbands knew they swooned for other men who fought in the mud (she could not understand what looked good about that), they would be angry and hurt. But that did not stop them even for a moment.
Now she understood them more than they could ever know.
So far, she felt she had nothing to worry about the Baron and those she had met there. They were very friendly. The servants acted sympathetic to her plight and told her she was lucky the Baron was there that morning. Some of the men had talked, so they knew. Some of the servants knew of Louis Didier. One even had a cousin that worked as a servant in his vineyard, and she said her kin only said bad things about the man.
“You are fortunate to have the experience of having a gentleman like the Baron take care of your first night before you return to your old husband. You are a young, pretty maid. Take care to carry your first experience with you to survive what comes when you are back to that insufferable baboon!”
Therefore, she wasn’t the only one who felt how badly her fortune had turned. She would rather stay on their farm husband-less than married to the man! He truly scared her!
She kept thinking about the coming night. She worried so much about it, about not pleasuring the Baron as much as one would expect. She worried about not being worthy of the kindness he’d shown her. It all felt too much!