My Wife, My Rules – 40. chapter

Aiden looked at her for a moment. With love. Lovingly. Especially when she looked at him the way she did now. There was no defiance in her eyes. No anger. Only that gentle love of hers. Still, he wasn’t willing to let her foolish ideas of the past days go just like that.

He would have preferred it if he alone decided everything, which of course he couldn’t. But at least she would think before acting next time. He understood her fear of Viktoria. Even so, she shouldn’t have tried to handle it on her own. She should have come to him and placed herself in his hands. That was something he really had to teach her. Even if it meant being firmer. But in a way he would enjoy. The last lesson, when she had been given too many orgasms, clearly hadn’t stayed with her. So this time he would do the opposite.

Then he spoke quietly, almost tenderly.

“Bring me your nightgown, kitty.”

Tess rose at once. She only nodded and went silently to the huge, solid dresser. She opened it and chose one of the delicate pieces. When she returned to Aiden, she hesitated, not sure what to do with it. He took it from her hands and without interest set it on the table beside the marble figurine.

“Undress.”

His voice wasn’t harsh, but it left no room for question. Slowly she unfastened the buttons, slipped the sleeves from her shoulders, and let the fabric slide down. She kept her eyes on his even as her breath quickened. She stood naked before him, willing.

Aiden rose and stepped closer. He didn’t hurry. He set his palms on her hips and stroked her gently, his fingers moving over the small of her back and up her back. Then he bent and kissed her shoulder. Tess shivered. She didn’t pull away. She only closed her eyes. He moved to her neck and brushed his lips against the sensitive skin beneath her earlobe. His breath was warm and calm.

“I want you every day,” he whispered.

She stood still. His hands moved to her waist, then her belly. He caressed her slowly, tenderly, enjoying that she didn’t resist. He kissed her again, this time right on the mouth. The kiss was deep, slow, completely calm. When he drew back, he stayed close for a moment.

Then he turned, reached out, and took the marble figurine from the table. He held it in his palm for a moment. Tess looked at it without understanding. The object was smooth, heavy, and cold. She didn’t recognize it. It wasn’t something worn or displayed. He looked back at her, not sternly but with quiet expectation. She paled slightly but didn’t move. She knew it concerned her even if she didn’t know how.

He took her wrist and pulled her forward. He didn’t yank her. He led her to the table with slow, precise steps. When they reached it, he bent her forward and placed her hands on the tabletop.

“Feet apart and keep your hands exactly there.”

His voice was quiet but unyielding. Tess obeyed at once and held her breath. He took a small bottle from the shelf. He moved without hurry. He swept her hair from her neck and leaned close as if to whisper. Instead, he gently spread her ass cheeks with his palm. He poured a few drops of oil onto his fingers and began to smooth it over her ass. First only along the sides, then lower, bit by bit. She shivered.

He took the marble toy and coated it with oil slowly, thoroughly, with a knowledge of movement her body did not yet know. He spread her once more and set the tip against her back entrance. Tess gasped. The cold startled her, especially when Aiden pressed the toy in gently. She understood then what she was feeling and couldn’t stop it. She said nothing, only gripped the edge of the table. He moved slowly, very slowly but steadily, until it was fully inside her.

Then he took her by the hips, turned her, lifted her, and set her on the table facing him. As she settled, she felt it slide deeper still. She barely had time to react before Aiden was already bending toward her and kissing her. Long, deep.

Then he reached for the nightgown he had set aside earlier. He slowly unfolded it and slipped it over her shoulders. He wrapped her body as carefully as if shielding her from the night.

“I want nothing from you now,” he said quietly. “Rest. Read, or lie down. Whatever you want.”

She looked at him, confused. She had expected anything. Punishment, passion, another order. Not this. She remained seated on the table, her body still hot and exposed, quiet surprise in her eyes. But she obeyed. She moved to her chair and sat, this time slowly and carefully. She felt the marble shift quietly within her. The gown fell softly over her thighs.

She sat for a while, then picked up her book. She tried to focus, but she felt his gaze on her skin. The marble moved with each small shift. Those subtle touches teased her badly. After a few minutes, she couldn’t bear it. She set the book aside, rose quietly, and without looking at Aiden, crossed to the bed and lay down. Carefully, on her back, knees bent. She felt it there. Maybe even more. Aiden remained silent, savoring her.

Then he rose, slowly, still watching Tess. He went to the window, glanced outside as if checking something, then finally turned back to her.

“I have to go. Some papers will arrive for tomorrow’s visit, and I need to take care of them personally.”

His voice was calm, but his tone promised little leniency. She looked at him, a little uncertain. Aiden returned to the bed, bent, kissed her forehead gently, and said quietly,

“When I come back, I want your ass still nicely filled.”

He didn’t need to threaten her with what would happen if she disobeyed him. He knew he had her again, obedient, yielding. She wouldn’t even think of disobeying him. He loved that.

“Two hours. No more,” he said as he straightened, and left.

She was alone. Only silence remained in the room, with the soft wind beyond the windows and the steady beat of her own heart. She lay still for a moment, without moving. She felt the marble settled firmly within her, always present, heavy, teasing. Every small movement of her hips reminded her of his quietly given command.

After a few minutes, she rose and returned to the chair. She sat sideways this time, lifting her legs onto the armrest. She took the book, but didn’t read. She only held it in her lap, breathing deeply.

Her body stayed in quiet tension. With each movement she made, the toy shifted slightly. Sometimes only pressure. Sometimes a faint vibration of her inner walls. She hadn’t known something so small could have such an effect. She breathed, tried not to think about it, but that only aroused her more. The feeling that she was supposed to stay still made her want to move. Every change of position became both punishment and pleasure.

She closed her eyes. Her hands rested in her lap, fingers tightly interlaced.

When she heard footsteps in the corridor, she opened her eyes sharply. She had no time to adjust anything. Aiden already stood in the doorway.

He leaned against the frame, his cloak still fastened. His gaze went straight to her, first to her face, then lower, to her drawn together thighs. Tess held her breath. She didn’t know if she had done wrong or right. She only waited for him.

And he moved slowly. He crossed the room without a word, each step heavy. He stopped directly before her chair. He looked down at her for a moment, then brushed her cheek with his hand. He saw her arousal in her tense posture, her quickened breath, her faintly trembling gaze. She couldn’t hide it. Maybe she didn’t want to.

Aiden’s fingers tensed. His body reacted before thought. Everything about her aroused him. Her quiet consent, her awareness of every command, her submission turning into anticipation. He reached out and let his fingers slide beneath the hem of her gown. Just a little. His fingers touched her thighs, slowly, intimately, as if reminding himself that he could. He felt her skin shiver. It was barely noticeable, but it was enough for him.

He left his hand resting on her leg, warm, firm. Then he bent and kissed her gently, as if showing her that the desire he had stirred in her burned just as strongly in him. She barely moved. Only her body seemed to draw a barely noticeable breath, lifting slightly at the hips. She was on the edge, trembling, devoted, unknowingly asking for more.

He looked at her closely, calm in his eyes, but not in his breath. His hand moved higher. He touched her through the fabric, over her breasts, then her belly, and then, still through the fabric, to her folds. Tess gasped sharply and caught her breath. She felt full, sensitive, nearly melted beneath his touch. Aiden smiled quietly, satisfied, with a strange absorption. Her obedience was a gift he liked to savor slowly.

“I’ll leave you like this a little longer.”