My Wife, My Rules – 2. chapter

The following day, when Aiden set out once more to search for and get to know more plants, he did not even attempt to deceive himself. His path would end at the ruins. He openly hoped Tess thought the same.

During the endless wait in the large courtyard, he began to accept that he might not hear her that day. Still, he waited, until at last a faint rustle sounded from above the walls.

“Tess?” he asked aloud.

There was no answer, but he rose to his feet.

“Little cat?” he called to her again, more gently. In response, a few small stones tumbled down from the place he was watching. He smiled.

“Should I come after you?”

“Do you still feel like spanking me?” she finally asked.

“Even more than yesterday,” he replied truthfully. In truth, he had slept very badly, and even then with a hard dick, because all night he had been haunted by thoughts of what he would do to her if he could.

“Well, good thing you only do such things to your wife,” she remarked.

“I’m not married,” he corrected her. “And you? Are you promised to someone?” he asked.

“I will not be yours, so don’t worry,” she snapped.

“I can’t judge that. I don’t even know who you are,” he answered, moving slowly beneath the spot from which every reply had come so far. He tested the stability of the rocks with his foot, when Tess spoke again.

“Seriously? Do you really want to chase me? You have no chance. Give it up.”

He understood that she was responding to his thought of climbing after her. He clicked his tongue in displeasure.

“So even today you won’t let me see you?” he asked carefully.

“No.”

He nodded to himself and decided to try patience instead. He returned to his place and sat down.

“What do you do when you are not wandering the forest?” he began to pry.

“I spend a lot of time outside. And I read a great deal.”

“Do you work?”

“No.”

“So you are from a wealthy family. Then you probably have social obligations, right? Balls, visits, and so on,” he reasoned.

“No,” she answered shortly.

“No? How so?”

“I don’t like company. I don’t like people.”

“But still, if you are a young lady from better circles, you are probably expected to marry well, aren’t you?” he tried to understand the situation.

“That is none of your business!” she snapped with open hostility.

“All right,” he said very reluctantly and changed the subject.

The hours that followed passed in pleasant conversation. So did the days after. Aiden grew fond of the time, though he could not manage to get to know Tess any more deeply. Nor could he see her. Each day he asked. Each day she refused. His curiosity grew. Every evening, as he fell asleep with thoughts of her.

He lasted several weeks before he understood that patience alone would not suffice. He had to see her. He simply had to.

“Hello!” she greeted him first, as always.

He rose with resolve and positioned himself where she would surely see him.

“Hello, kitty,” he replied, then added at once, “I want to see you today.”

“I know,” she answered, and he could hear the smile in her voice.

“It is not fair,” he complained. “You know what I look like. I don’t know what you look like.”

“You’re right. It is not fair,” she said. He understood that despite agreeing, she had no intention of evening the balance.

“You don’t like what you see?” he asked.

“I didn’t say that.”

“So you do?”

“I didn’t say that either. I don’t look at you,” she retorted.

“All right,” he began slowly. “Let’s make a deal. I’ll let you look me over as much as you want. In return, you will show yourself to me. At least for a few minutes.”

“No,” she answered.

It did not discourage him. He had expected it. But he was determined to win. 

He shrugged off his vest, reached behind his head for the collar of his shirt, and pulled the whole thing off in one swift motion. Tess was silent. When he began to remove his boots, she spoke, nervous now.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to see you,” he replied, removing his trousers as well.

“No!” Tess cried out, horrified.

Aiden ignored her protest. He undressed completely and straightened. He spread his arms wide and slowly began turning in a circle, so Tess could see all of him, wherever she might have moved. He knew his erection was firm, and it did not trouble him. In that moment, he considered it an advantage.

“If you don’t wish to look, then don’t,” he said calmly. “But if you look, you will come down.”

Silence. Absolute silence. Not even a rustle. Even so, he turned once more and stopped facing the place from which Tess had last spoken. After a little more silence, he heard her horrified exclamation.

“Good God!”

He smiled. He had won.

“You looked,” he stated the obvious. “Now it is your turn!” he challenged her.

He could almost feel the girl’s hesitation above him, her struggle with herself. Only after a few minutes of silence did she finally call down, resigned.

“But get dressed!”

“As you say,” he replied obligingly and began to pull on his clothes. He finished before she descended, and so he stood still, gazing toward the only direction from which she could comfortably enter without climbing down the hill or the walls, the old entrance to the terrace.

A slender figure in a light white dress appeared only after a few minutes. By the time she stopped several yards from him, he noticed her loose red curls, only lightly pinned at the back. The wind played with them, just as it did with the white fabric. As Tess drew nearer and he could see more, his breath began to catch. Very pale skin dusted with faint freckles around a tiny nose. Delicate features. A slight body. The wild color of her hair. She stood straight, yet her gaze slipped away, her subtle movements clearly showing uncertainty and nerves.

He held his breath. No jewels. No adornments. Simple dress. Her eyes wandered shyly and nervously over everything but him. She did not grant him even a fleeting glance.

When he took in her whole appearance, he hardened further. She looked fragile as a fairy. In that moment, he could not imagine raping such an ethereal creature. He watched her slight body and imagined instead holding her carefully at her narrow waist, lowering her onto his dick so carefully and gently she would not make even the faintest sound of displeasure.

His penis twitched, but aside from that, he stood motionless, transfixed by her beauty, feeling as if he were in a dream and breathing shallowly. His silence clearly unsettled Tess, and when she could no longer bear the uncertainty, she interrupted his lustful thoughts with a quiet question.

“What is it?”

For the first time, she looked into his eyes, and he saw the color of hers. Green. Her eyes were large and bright green, and only deepened her otherworldly appearance.

“I’ve never seen such a beautiful woman in my life,” Aiden said at last.

Her delicate lips lifted into a small smile, and her cheeks immediately began to flush with embarrassment. She lowered her gaze to the ground and shifted nervously in place.

He felt that if he spoke even a little louder, the fragile fairy might vanish. He did not dare move.

“Well,” Tess began uncertainly, “we’re even.”

She stepped back. Then another step.

“No, no, no, don’t run from me!” Aiden called, pleading.

Tess smiled faintly, turned, and disappeared.

Aiden stared after her into the emptiness for a long while. Then he sat down weakly, and for a long time afterward he could not gather himself.