The Duke's Masked Wife

"You didn't have to-"

"I want to. I have a feeling you wouldn't just enjoy seeing me take off my dress but you don't want to force me to do it now that we are alone. You have already seen more of me so there is no point in being shy now," Alessandra spoke, trying her best to undo the knot for her corset but found it to be hard. Sally had tied it too tight to amplify her shape in the dress. "I need a little help," she shyly spoke after giving up.

Edgar sat still for a moment before holding out his hand for her to come to him. As amusing as it was to watch her get undressed for him, he wanted to do it himself. It would be like unwrapping an exciting present.

Alessandra walked to Edgar and moved to turn for him to help her with the corset but ended up pulled down against the bed. Her heart rushed from the sudden action, her chest rising and falling at a quick pace from the shock as she stared up at Edgar. "What are you doing?" She asked. He was the one who wanted this so why did he stop her now?

Edgar leaned over Alessandra as she lay flat on the bed. His right hand went to her head, feeling around her hair to get rid of what she had used for the ponytail. He preferred to see her hair sprawled across the bed. "Taking things into my own hands. You were beautiful tonight. It's a shame it was wasted for Grant's party. If you dress like that more often at home, I might leave less."

"It looks beautiful but it is a hassle to get all dolled up and the shoes make my feet sore."

"Hmm," Edgar sat up for a brief moment to start taking off her shoes.

"I can-"

"Shh," Edgar shushed her. "Let your wonderful husband do simple things for you. They are on the verge of turning red. Have the dressmaker recommend a new shoe place for you."

"Her name is Erin," Alessandra chuckled as Edgar had a habit of calling the people he didn't like by their job titles.

"Who cares?" Edgar replied.

He placed her shoes at the bottom of the bed to be moved later on. Right now, he had more important matters to take care of.

"I care," Alessandra answered as Edgar lifted her from the edge of the bed and took her up to where their pillows were. She felt a lump in her throat as she anticipated what would come next. She wasn't sure yet but it seemed like something would happen between them tonight.

Nervousness hit Alessandra while she lay against the pillows looking up at Edgar unbuttoning his shirt and then tossing it to the side. She bent her lips when he started to undo his pants.

She was thankful the confidence she had built up was still there but the silence in the room was a problem. Her mind kept thinking about the other women Edgar had been with and was concerned if she could measure up to that. Alessandra didn't want to think about that but her mind for some reason wasn't on her side.

'Why? Why are you against me? Why ruin this moment?' She asked her mind.

Edgar noticed the internal battle she seemed to be having with herself and feared she was pushing herself to go along with this. He started to regret asking her for something to happen tonight because it seemed like she was doing this for his sake and was not ready for them to be more intimate.

"Are you scared, Alessandra? We do not have to do this if you are not ready. You don't need to push yourself," he said.

"I am not scared, just nervous like anyone else would be for the first time. Then again with your confidence, you must not have had any nerves. I want to continue," she said because she noticed hadn't completely taken off his pants like he was changing his mind. "I don't know what to do or if I will be good so my mind is a mess but I don't want to wait any longer. I'm sorry if this is-"

"Don't," Edgar stopped her before she could give an apology that wasn't needed. "You do not need to apologize for being nervous. Everyone is a bit nervous the first time. Even I was. It is something you are unfamiliar with so you worry about what to do," he said as he continued taking off his pants, shoes, and socks. "Once it starts it becomes natural and you find you were worrying all for nothing."

Alessandra was surprised to hear Edgar had been nervous this time. For some reason, it comforted her to know someone as confident as Edgar once felt what she was now feeling.

Edgar tossed his pants off the bed not looking where he was throwing them and it, unfortunately, landed on the vanity Alessandra used, knocking over the vase with a single flower Alred placed there for Alessandra.

"Alfred's going to kill us for destroying his plates and vases," Alessandra chuckled. She could see him fuming with anger tomorrow when he entered the room. "Ah!" She gasped, caught off guard by Edgar pulling her by her feet down to where he was in the middle of the large bed.

He settled himself between her thighs and hovered over her now. "Do not think of Alfred now. Think only of me."

Edgar wanted to consume her mind and body right now. No one else was to be brought up at this moment he had longed for.

Edgar once again thought of how he wanted nothing more than to paint the beautiful sight of her surprised expression and her hair sprawled against the bed. Then there was the tip of her breast popping out of her corset, teasing him as her chest rose and fell.

Edgar propped himself up with his left hand to keep most of his weight from hurting her while his right hand traveled from her neck to the top of her bosom where the corset was hiding a glorious sight. "You can still change your mind at any point. Just because it has started does not mean it cannot stop. You will be vocal with me and not hold back what you are feeling right?"

Alessandra nodded her head but quickly realized her mistake and replied, "Yes."

"Good," Edgar lowered himself, ready to enjoy the sweet feeling of her soft lips.