The candles had burned out. The flame from the torches no longer shone
brightly. The only light on the upper deck of The Aphrodite came from
the natural glow of the sparkling stars and the pale moonlight, as well
as, the loving light that beamed from the newlyweds as they looked into
each others'eyes.

"Alone at last," Nikolas groaned as he pulled his bride into his arms.

"MmŠ" Dawn said, as she wrapped her arms around her husband. She lifted
her face to his and planted a kiss on his chin.

"You missed. Just a little bit higher," Nikolas said, bending his head
so that she would have better access.

"What did I miss?" she asked with a teasing smile.

"This." He bent his head and captured her lips in a deep, imploring
kiss. His hands grazed down her back and moved further to mold her
against him. When he ended the ardent kiss to nibble on her ear, she
moaned, "Oh, Nickie."

They swayed back and forth to the music that was created by their soft
sighs and moans of satisfaction. They were oblivious to the gentle
breeze that blew in from the lake and the gentle movement of the boat as
it rocked them ever so slightly back and forth.

As Nikolas continued to nibble on her ear and whisper to her his
everlasting love for her, Dawn allowed her hands to explore and caress
the hard, rigid planes of his body. After releasing the catch of his
cummerbund and dropping it on the floor, she slowly moved her hands
inside his pants. She allowed herself a moment to mold and caress his
backside before she pulled his shirt out of his pants. Placing her small
hand between them, she sought the rigid length of his manhood. As she
caressed and stroked him through his pants, she
reveled in how good he felt and how much she wanted to feel him inside
her.

"Mrs. Cassadine are you trying to drive me insane?" Nikolas hoarsely
asked before he released her ear to claim her lips again.

He found her mouth as soft and sweet as a succulent peach. Wanting as
much as she was always willing to give him, he explored her mouth deeper
until neither could tell where one ended and the other began. His hands
moved from her firm, full derriere to steal into her elegantly styled
French roll. In his desire to taste her fully, his fingers tugged her
tiny braids, releasing it from the confines of the pins which flew
wildly from her braids to land with tiny pings onto the floor.

Having her in his arms, kissing her and feeling her, seared Nikolas to
the depths of his soul. Dawn set him on fire. From the inside out. And
he wanted her. Now.

Nikolas grabbed the skirt of dress and began to lift it up to her hips.
His hands sought the warm spot between her thighs. He began to caress
her through her panties, but soon that wasn't enough for him. He pulled
on her panties, wanting nothing to separate him from her moist offering.

Dawn tore her lips from his and whispered, "Nickie, pleaseŠ"

Nikolas pulled away from her to complete his task of freeing her from
her panties. When he was done, he stood and wrapping his arms around her
waist, he lifted her and carried her down into the lower deck of the
boat. After they were safely inside the lower deck, he reached behind
him to lock the door.

Nikolas had every intention of leading them into their master bedroom,
but his intentions were soon forgotten when Dawn pulled him into her
arms again. She kissed him with wild abandon, as her hands flew to his
zipper and carefully eased it down. Sliding one hand inside, Dawn
stroked him until Nikolas thought he would explode from the pleasure of
her insistent touch.

Knowing that neither of them would last much longer, Nikolas backed Dawn
against the wall. Dawn pushed his pants and silk boxer briefs down as he
raised the hem of her skirt up to her waist. Bracing her against the
wall, he entered her.

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she moaned, "Oh, Nickie, that's it
baby. Just like that."

"Like this?" he asked, as he began to move slowly inside her. "Or like
this?" he asked, as he began to increase his pace.

"Yes!"

"Which, darling?" Nikolas huskily asked as he began to change his
thrusts. First slowly and then quickly and back to slowly again.

"This," she answered as she rocked him in long, smooth strokes to urge
him faster and further. Her mouth moved to devour his as she increased
the pace, urging them into their first climax as husband and wife.

~*~

"Mrs. Cassadine, what are you doing in there?" Nikolas asked. Wearing
nothing but a smile, he lay underneath the black satin sheet on the
king-size bed in wait of his wife . His back was supported by pillows
and in his lap, he held a silver tray. On the tray was a bowl of the
ripest, plumpest strawberries the Port Charles Grille had to offer, as
well as, a bowl of melted, rich dark chocolate.

"What did you just call me?" Dawn called from the bathroom. She smiled
at herself in the mirror as she combed her fingers through her braids,
searching for more hairpins. One jabbed her during their romp in the
hallway and for what she had planned, she didn't want that to happen
again.

"Mrs. Cassadine. Do you have a problem with that?" he asked, dipping his
finger into the chocolate and licking it off.

Dawn looked at herself in the mirror one last time. Pleased with her
appearance, she turned off the bathroom light and left the room. As she
came into Nikolas' view, she said, "Nope. No problem at all. I just like
hearing you say it."

Nikolas' chocolate covered finger was left stranded in mid-air as he
drew in a long breath. His warm brown eyes, bright with desire, slid
over her. He had thought she was beautiful since the first moment he saw
her on the side of the road, but even that, hadn't prepared him for how
exquisite she was as she stood before him in the center of the room.

Dawn smiled shyly as she glided to him. Dressed in a red peek-a-boo lace
camisole with matching tap pants, she moved to sit beside him on the
bed. Teasingly, she asked, "Cat got your tongue?" She then grabbed his
wrist and guided his chocolate covered finger into her mouth. Licking
his finger and sucking on it like it was a lollipop, she removed every
trace of chocolate from his finger.

"Excuse me?" Nikolas was barely able to croak out the words, not to
mention think coherently enough to ask the question. The red against her
dark skin made him feel like he was on fire. Her tongue against his
finger made him long for her tongue to be on another part of his
anatomy, licking and sucking as it gave him sensual pleasure.

It's an American saying," Dawn whispered releasing his finger as she
moved to take the tray from Nikolas' lap and placed it beside him on the
bed. She pressed her lace-covered breasts against his bare chest and her
lips hovered above his as she added, "It means you're speechless. Are
you?"

"Am I what?" he asked, enjoying her light teasing because he knew it
would be worth it in the end. It always was.

"Speechless?"

Before he could answer, she covered his lips with her own. Upon contact,
Nikolas opened his mouth to her. His tongue sought out hers and when he
tasted the dark chocolate which still lingered there, he roughly pulled
her against him to deepen the kiss even more.

His hands roamed her body. He lightly grazed her taut thighs, and then
moved higher to grasp her behind. As gently as he could, he pulled her
fully on top of him. After she was settled against him, his hands moved
upwards to slide underneath her top. His hands cupped her breasts for a
brief moment only to move again. He grasped the hem of the top and was
preparing to pull it over her head when she broke the kiss.

Pulling away from him, she hoarsely said, "Not yet."

"Why not?" he asked with a small frown. When she sat up and eased away
from him, his eyes narrowed. "What's wrong? Are you feeling sick again?"

She smiled and caressed his face. "No. I have an idea. Are you interested?"

Judging from the seductive grin on her face, he was more than
interested. He was a ready and willing participant in whatever she
wanted to do. He folded his arms behind his head and said, "What do you
have in mind?"

"My fantasy," she said, biting her lip as she looked at him expectantly.

Nikolas shifted himself and reached for her hand. As he caressed it, he
asked, "What's your fantasy?"

She moved away from the bed as she began to answer him. "You," she said,
pointing at him.

"So far, so good," he said with a smile.

"Me," she said pointing at herself.

"Even better," he replied.

She smiled at him and then disappeared into the closet. She came out
with a small black bag. She reached her hand inside and said, "And
these."

She pulled out two small velvet ropes and held one in each hand.

"Oh," Nikolas said. He forced himself to remain expressionless, but deep
inside the idea aroused him, too. Not able to tease her any longer, he
said, "Okay!"

He rose from the bed and moved to take the soft fabric from her. She
laughed and said, "Not me. You."

"Me?" he asked. "Me what?"

"You, the velvet ropes and the bed," she said her eyes bright with
desire and hope.

"Me, the velvet ropes and the bed?" he repeated, confused. After a
moment, he realized what she meant. "You want to tie me up to the bed
with that?"

Dawn slowly nodded. For some reason, the idea of having Nikolas tied to
a bed excited her more than she could express. She only hoped that he
wouldn't become offended by the idea. Their lovemaking was always
exciting and passionate and sometimes wild, but on their first night as
husband and wife, she wanted to take it to another level. Maybe her idea
was too kinky for him, she wondered.

Nikolas crossed his arms and thought about her idea. A second ago when
he thought she would be tied to the bed he was enthralled by the idea,
but when it would be him who was tied upŠ She could be an awful tease
when she wanted to be. He wondered what kind of sensual torture she had
in store for him. He wondered if he could handle it. He could hardly
wait to find out.

Nikolas uncrossed his arms and gave her a brief kiss on her cheek. He
went back to the bed and placed the tray on the nightstand. He plopped
himself down in the center of the bed and said, "Okay. I'm all yours."

Dawn smiled and said, "That you are."

She quickly moved to the bed and tied first one wrist to the head board
and then the other. She tried not to make it too tight. Concerned that
she may have, she asked, "Is this okay?"

"It's fine," he reassured. His eyes never left her face as she moved to
check the ties again. She felt his eyes on her and she smiled at him
before she moved away from the bed again.

She went to her black bag again and pulled out a black silk scarf. She
brought it back to the bed with her. She moved to straddle him as she
held the material in her hand.

Nikolas watched her and noticed her apprehension. He asked, "Blindfold?"

"Yeah. Are you okay with that?" she asked.

He closed his eyes and nodded.

She let out a sigh of relief and moved to loosely tie the blindfold
behind his head. Even with his vision impaired, Nikolas knew that her
breasts were only an inch away from his face. Moving his head closer to
her, he buried his face in the hollow of her breasts. He opened his
mouth and began to kiss her through the lacy fabric. Moving his head a
little, he was able to capture one hard peak between his lips. His
tongue and the lace raked across her hardened nub and she began to moan
his name.

She pressed his head to her for a few seconds more before she moved his
head away from her. Her voice husky from desire, she whispered, "Bad,
Nickie."

He smiled in reply. He could feel the bed shift as she moved away. He
wanted her to come back. His hard manhood demanded that she do so. Soon.
Those few seconds of pleasing her was not enough. He longed for more.

With shaky hands, Dawn removed her clothing. She went to the nightstand
and picked up the tray. She placed it on the bed beside him. Moving to
straddle him again, she said, "Open up."

He obeyed and opened his mouth. She dipped a plump strawberry into the
bowl of melted chocolate and guided it to his mouth. He could sense that
something was there and he stuck his tongue out. She allowed the tip of
the strawberry to lightly touch his tongue. She put it within his reach
and then pulled it back again. With each movement, she felt him grow
harder beneath her and it aroused her further. She burrowed herself
further into his lap and he groaned,
"Darling."

She sighed in response and popped the fruit into her mouth. She then
lowered her head to kiss him. Together they shared the fruit and the
rich chocolate. Deciding that they were ready to take her fantasy
further, she pulled away from the kiss. She stuck her finger into the
chocolate and covered her nipple with the delicious confection. She
moved so that her breast hovered in front of his mouth.

Once again, Nikolas could sense that something was there. He stuck his
tongue out and immediately came in contact with her chocolate-covered
offering. He drew the nub into his mouth and suckled on it until every
trace of chocolate was gone and then, he suckled some more. When he
opened his mouth wide and took as much of her breast into his mouth that
he could, she had to grab the headboard because the pleasure of his
touch was so great.

Nikolas took his time with each breast. He could hear her labored
breathing and he could feel the tenseness of her thighs as they pressed
down on him. He loved her reaction. He loved knowing that she was
enjoying her fantasy. Because of him.

She pulled herself away from his mouth and grabbed his head between her
hands to pull him into a wild, passionate kiss. Their tongues raked over
the other's as the deep kiss grew deeper. When the kiss was over, they
both needed a moment to catch their breath.

Confident that she could move without coming undone, she moved from her
straddle position on him to kneel between his legs. She ran her hands up
and down the length of his thighs. She loved the feel of the baby-fine
hair which dusted him there. With each sweep of her hands, she grew
closer to his twitching form. She felt him grow tense with each movement
and he drew in ragged breaths.

Unable to torment him any further, she once again dipped her fingers
into the chocolate. This time, instead of covering a strawberry or
herself with it, she placed it on him. On the tip of his manhood. She
felt him quiver as she went about her task and she could hardly wait for
the next phase to begin.

She had never kissed him there before and the thought excited her more
and more as she held him in her hands. Nikolas had never given any
indication that he wanted her to and so she hadn't made an effort to do
so. But on their wedding night, she discovered that tasting him was
something she wanted very much to do.

As she lowered her head to gently take him between her parted lips, he
croaked, "DawnŠ"

She stopped and said, "Yes?"

"You don'tŠ If you don't want toŠ" he said, barely able to force the
words out. He wanted her to, now more than ever, but he didn't want her
to give him this kind of pleasure unless it was something she wanted,
too.

"I want to." She opened her mouth and drew him in. She heard Nikolas
gasp as she loved him with her lips, tongue and hands.

Nikolas felt himself shiver from the pleasure. Her braids grazed his
thighs as she moved her head. The more she moved the more excited he
became and he grasped the velvet rope with enough force to rip the
material from the headboard. With his hands free, he quickly removed the
blindfold from his eyes. His eyes flew to her as she demonstrated her
love for him and he was moved to tears. He pulled her hair from her face
and her eyes flew to his. He said, "Come here."

She moved into his open arms and he held her close. She asked, "Did I do
something wrong?"

"No, love. Nothing wrong. I just wanted to tell you that I love you," he
said, caressing her back.

"But I already knew that!" she said with a light laugh. She sobered and
said, "I love you, too, but you're interrupting my fantasy."

"Sorry," he replied as she moved away from his arms to straddle him
again. She gently lowered herself onto him and filled herself up with
him. Placing his hands on her hips, he allowed her to control the rhythm
as she drove them to a mutual climax.