My Wife, My Rules – 14. chapter

“Good God!” Tess cried out and covered her mouth with both hands in shock.

“Damn it!” she exclaimed even louder, hastily wiping flour from her hands onto her dress.

“Damn it, damn it, damn it!” she repeated as she ran around the table, so fast she barely kept her balance when one foot slipped. The young man grinned as she rushed past him. The moment she passed him, Aiden stood before her. He caught her under the arm as she hurried by and drew her back in front of him. His grip was firm but not rough. More like a steadying hand pulling her back into reality. He checked her over in a flash to make sure she was unharmed, then turned his gaze to the young man. The message was clear. The young man understood his presence was now useless and quickly disappeared from the room.

“I’m sorry,” Tess said remorsefully. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” she repeated until Aiden stopped her.

“Tess. I’m not angry. I’m not shouting at you either. Everything is fine. I was frightened when I couldn’t find you in the chamber, but everything is fine. I’m glad you’re…”

He glanced around the kitchen, trying to understand what had been going on there so far, but without much success.

“…doing what you’re doing. Feel free to continue.”

Tess looked at him, half surprised, half disbelieving.

“…Truly?”

“You are the lady of the house. You may do whatever you want here,” he assured her. In his eyes was something he kept only for her. Protection mixed with gentle encouragement. Then he inclined his head slightly and added more softly, “Unless I forbid it. Which I cannot do in this case, as I have no idea what you are doing.”

“Little cakes,” Tess replied more cheerfully and returned to them.

“My lady, I’ll do that,” the cook said, stopping Tess’s hand. She had been watching the scene in silence, fascinated, and now seemed to understand very quickly what was happening.

“Mary, please let her,” Aiden said in Tess’s defense. The cook lifted her brows.

“For my lady to work…” She trailed off at the look Aiden gave her and shrugged.

Tess returned to the dough. Aiden pulled a chair closer and sat beside her.

“What ever possessed you? You never leave the chamber.”

“I do go into the garden.”

“Yes, but I can always see you from the window there. Which did not stop me from crisscrossing the whole thing first,” he rubbed his forehead. “I was terribly frightened.”

The cook took a demijohn of wine, poured a cup, and set it before Aiden. He smiled gratefully and took a generous swallow.

“I was hungry,” Tess admitted, embarrassed.

Jesus, I forgot about food! Aiden realized his mistake. He rubbed his face with his palm, then gave his wife a contrite look.

“I’m sorry, kitty. I’m sorry, truly.”

Tess only smiled softly and shrugged.

The cook looked from Tess to Aiden and sighed quietly. “My lady… if you allow it, I’ll bring your meals to the chamber myself. Every day. Whatever you wish. I will never forget. Just, for the love of God, don’t wander about the kitchen anymore.”

Aiden laughed.

Then he rose, the wine goblet still in his hand, but his eyes fixed only on Tess. Her fingers were sunk into the dough, her face glowing with contentment.

“Come with me,” he said quietly.

She cleaned her hands at once, as if she had been waiting for this command. Smoothed her skirt. Followed him without hesitation.

Once the door to the chamber closed behind them, Aiden set the goblet aside on the small table and approached her slowly. He said nothing, only watched her. Tess did not move. Curiosity mixed with expectation showed in her eyes. He stepped closer, lifted his hand, and stroked her cheek.

“Undress,” he said softly.

She did not hesitate. She began to unfasten her dress slowly, one button after another, as though each motion were a small ritual. Aiden sat in the armchair and watched in silence. At times it seemed her confidence grew precisely when she submitted most fully to him. It always sent blood surging hard into his groin.

She did not hurry. She loosened the lacing, let the fabric slide from her shoulders and fall soundlessly to the floor. Only when she stood fully bare did she stop and wait.

“Lie on your back.” His next wish was obeyed at once.

He rose and went to the bed, standing at her feet. He did not undress. He only knelt between her legs, kissed the inside of her thigh, and stroked her gently all the way to her folds.

“Aiden,” she whispered, unsettled by his still being clothed.

He smiled gently, lowered himself, and pressed his lips directly to her soft curls. His tongue pressed deeper at once and gently found her most sensitive pearl. Tess tensed immediately and sighed. He did not stop. His tongue drew slow circles, sucked gently, now and then teasing with a light pull. Tess began to arch, gasp, clutch the coverlet beneath her. When her breathing broke into sharp moans and her body started to tremble, he knew the first crest was near. She grabbed his head as if to pull away. He did not let her. His hands closed firmly on her hips, denying escape, his tongue moving faster until her body went taut and she broke with a cry into her first orgasm.

He gave her only a few seconds while she breathed deeply and had not even managed to relax before returning. His lips found her clit again. The lightest touch of his tongue made her shudder.

“Aiden…” she whispered urgently, unsure whether she meant to stop him or beg for more.

“Relax, kitty. I will decide about it anyway.”

He knew now that once her first orgasm came, the rest would roll out like pearls from a broken necklace. Only he would decide how many.

The second came faster, sharper. A short gasp, then a moan and a powerful tremor through her body. She had not nodded, but neither did she push him away. He did not withdraw. He wanted another. This time he had to hold her more firmly as she writhed beneath his tongue.

“Aiden… please… no… I don’t want it to be only me…” she whispered breathlessly, but his hands held her hips unmoving and his tongue continued its work. The third broke like an avalanche. Loud, fierce, untamed. Tess shook, fingers tangling in his hair, but she no longer tried to stop him.

Only then did he pull away and rise. He watched her for a moment, then removed his shirt. She shook her head in disagreement.

“Aiden.”

“Yes?” he asked as he unfastened his belt and trousers. She watched him, unsure what to say.

“Do you dislike something?” he asked gently, kneeling naked between her legs and lowering himself over her. His hard penis brushed her curls, but he did not enter yet.

“No. I just… I… it’s a lot,” she finally got out.

“It is not a lot, kitty,” he whispered at her ear, feeling her whole body tense far more than he expected.

Does whispering excite her?

“It is not a lot,” he kept whispering. Tess whimpered and writhed beneath him.

Yes. It excites her, he confirmed with satisfaction.

He did not intend to waste the discovery. He pressed closer and began to slide into her. Her moans became deep and sharp at once. He knew that two thrusts would bring her again, but he wanted to let her rest a little. He moved very slowly, whispering into her ear all the while.

“I told you long ago I needed only your first permission. After that, only I decide whether I take you or not.”

Despite the hardness of the words, his tone was gentle, tender, attentive. He pressed his dick into her just as gently, at a very slow pace. He felt Tess losing control of her arousal and could not get enough of it. She was being drawn into a whirl of pleasure through which she only dimly heard his words.

“It is not too much, my beautiful kitty. You will receive exactly as much pleasure as you need.”

She tried to lift her hips to quicken his movements. Moaned louder, fingers digging into his shoulders.

“More… please…” she whispered.

He answered by thrusting harder and faster. He had been right. Within moments she cried out and shattered beneath him again. Only then did he allow himself one orgasm too, though he sensed that even with himself this close, she would reach yet another. And she did. Without giving her time to even realize whether the last orgasm had faded, he quickened his movements. Just before he began to come inside her, her body clenched around him in yet another orgasm.

He did not continue. He did not want another of his own. Well, he did, but he intended to bring her to one more, and that would already have been truly too much for her. Still relatively in his senses, he lay beside her, propped his head on his hand, and watched. It took long minutes before her breathing steadied and she seemed at least somewhat aware of the world around her. He stroked her cheek, filled with tenderness and love.

“I adore you,” he whispered tenderly and pressed a wet kiss to her cheek. She smiled, dazed. He watched her, drowning in love and satisfaction from pleasure.

He gave them both a few more minutes, then placed his fingers at her folds.

“One more,” he announced.

She met his eyes, smiled, and shook her head.

“No.”

“Oh yes,” he nodded, finding her pearl.

“No,” she protested more firmly and caught his hand. Strength did her no good, so she added, “I don’t want to.”

“You can take one more,” he murmured gently, persuasively.

The pad of his finger slid over her clit and her back arched.

“No,” she whispered helplessly, though she no longer resisted physically. He continued teasing her. Tess sighed and closed her eyes. He guided her toward the peak with his fingers, whispering tenderly and with arousal.

“One more, my beautiful kitty.”

She writhed, no longer objecting. Her pleasure stirred him deeply. He leaned close to her ear, knowing she was only seconds away, and whispered,

“I am the master of your body. I decide when and how much pleasure you need.”

She no longer had the strength to arch again, but the tremor, then the tightening, and the deep, blissful sigh betrayed the orgasm all the same.