Silence in the Garden

Photo Credit: A Michael Alexander Original

     Shadows rippled through the garden as the full moonlight filtered down through the rustling leaves.  Massive oaks, filled with the lush growth of spring swayed in the soft breeze as they stood guard over the gathering silence.  In the pools of darkness a black form stood waiting, knowing that the governor’s daughter would soon emerge, her innocent smile and tender young limbs dancing into the moonlight to meet him.
    It had been an easy seduction, her youth and immaturity making her unaware of the dangers of life.  Her father’s political enemies wanted him destroyed and they could think of no greater weakness than his spoiled, doted upon daughter.  They had explained what was needed.  The method was left to him.  He fingered the small red rose he held in his hand, waiting.
    As the hour grew late and house descended into silent darkness she emerged, the whiteness of her dress seeming to glow in the moonlight.  He stepped forward so that she could see him, and she rushed forward, her open mouth wide, eyes bright in expectation.  She held out her arms and he took her into his embrace, swinging her around.  A soft kiss upon her tender lips made her almost swoon and he scooped her up against his chest.
    “Hello, Stephanie” He whispered.  “You are so beautiful.” The white dress contrasted with his dark clothing and they looked like angle and devil, their secret love forbidden.  She laid her head against his shoulder, long brunette hair spilling down.  Her hand clutched the rose he gave her.
    He turned, carrying her toward a small grassy copse underneath the oaks and he lowered her to the grass gently, arms still cradling her.  She closed her eyes as she stretched out, lifting her arms above her head.
    “I have a gift for you.”  He said suddenly, holding out a small box.  With a cry of delight she sat up, reaching for the silver wrapped bow.  The ribbon came loose and fell to the grass and she opened the box, lifting out the tissue wrapped present.  She shook it loose and found herself holding a black leather choker, small glittering stones reflecting the moonlight.
    “Oh! It’s beautiful!”  She whispered.
    “Let me put it on you.”  He replied, taking it from her.  She tilted her head, exposing her delicate young neck as he slipped the collar into place.  A quick latch at the back kept it in place.  She reached up, taking hold of one of the dangling strings that hung from the choker.
    “I think it’s unraveling!” She said, a look of concern on her pretty face.  He shook his head and took her hand away from the leather string.
    “It is supposed to be that way.  It makes you look even more beautiful, more desirable.”  He whispered, lifting one hand to caress her face.  Her eyes glittered again.
    “You find me desirable?”  She asked.
    He didn’t speak, but leaned forward kissing her.  She pressed herself against him, lost in the moist kiss. His hands came up to her back and then began moving downward.  She stiffened as his fingers cupped her bottom, but another deep tongue twirling kiss thrust away any objection.  Stephanie was lost in the embrace, the kiss, the soft caress.  When he touched her thigh it was then she realized she was about to loose her virginity.  Swallowing her fears she took his hand and moved it higher.
    For him, it was exactly what he expected.  His hand moved up her leg, under the dress until his fingers found  the creamy softness of her thigh.  He kissed her neck right above the choker and then slid down as she lay back in the grass.  His face went between the small breasts, still barely formed and his nose and mouth nuzzled her through the material of the dress.
    He moved between her legs, pushing the dress upward and was surprised when she willing spread for him, lifting her stocking clad thigh outward.  The material only went has high as her thigh and he saw the white silk panties reflecting the moonlight.  He bent down and planted a kiss directly between her legs.  She gasped, hips rolling upward.  His hands found the edges of her panties and began tugging them downward.  Her tender and untried sex glistened with moisture and a tiny waft of down curled above her slit.
    He pulled the panties down her legs, her cooperation full and ready.  He tossed the pure white panties aside and bent back down, this time planting a soft kiss on the tender nub of her clitoris.  She gasped in astonishment, her fingers moving down to thread through his thick curls as he lapped at her point.  Her thighs trembled as his hands slid upward along her body, mouth still firmly latched upon her tender nub.  His fingers circled, caressing upward, pushing the dress off her body until he found her tiny breasts, running the palms of his hands across her nipples.  He could feel them harden and then she reached down and pulled up on her own dress, dragging it over her head.  In seconds she was exposed to his eyes, the darkness, and the towering oaks, wearing nothing but her white stockings, the soft slippers on her feet, and the black leather choker.
    She looked up at him, totally willing, totally ready.  His eyes caressed her as surely as his fingers and he reached down to his trousers, freeing his cock from the tight leather.  Slowly he moved up her body, his mouth finding her nipples, sucking them into tight little buds.  Then he felt her wetness on the tip of his cock, her readiness a clear signal.  He saw a glimmer of fear in her eyes as he entered, slowly pushing apart her petals.  A little deeper he felt the blockage he was expecting, her young and tender body a virgin receptacle.  He renewed his kissing, his hand creating sexual tension on her breasts and then farther down.  He cupped her bottom pulling her up, her fear forgotten, her hips moving against him.  As she clung to him, clearly wanting more, he thrust into her body, breaking her hymen and driving deep.
    She cried out, stuffing a clenched fist into her mouth to stifle the sound.  Her whimper caused him to slow, pulling almost all the way out.  With patient movements he started again, building up her need, forcing the euphoria of sexual appeasement through her nubile teenage body.  She moaned and her eyes widened as she felt the pleasure again, her womanhood answering to his movements, now with experience.  Her body trembled and she clung to him as wave upon wave of exquisite bliss surged through her.
    As she began to crest he reached up, taking hold of the two loose strings dangling from her choker and pulled them taut.  Her moan of pleasure ceased abruptly as the choker tightened around her throat.  The surge between her legs suddenly increased, swamping her with ecstasy as she struggled to draw in her next breath.  The orgasm rocked through her as he tugged once more, sealing shut her airway with the choker.  Her body trembled in sexual excitement as she exploded; her back arching as spots danced in front of her eyes.  Her vision began to fade as did the pleasure of her orgasm and her last conscious move was to lift a hand to her neck, fingers trying to pull the tightened choker free.  Her fingers scrambled against the black leather and then fell.
    He looked into her face as her eyes lost the sparkle, her head dropping as he held her.  For a moment he stayed where he was, still joined with her.  Then he extracted himself and stood up, readjusting his trousers.  He looked down at her lifeless body, eyes looking upward toward the moon.  He sighed, shaking his head.  Slowly he reached down, closing her eyes, leaving her sleeping peacefully, forever un-waking, in the darkness.
    Quietly he slipped away through the rippled shadows, slinking through tall oaks until he was once again at the edge of the garden.  He scrambled up over the wall and disappeared into the night.
  
Dedicated to dieinlove2002