My Wife, My Rules – 22. chapter

Aiden opened the chamber door and waited until Tess stepped inside. She stopped in the middle of the room and said nothing. She knew what awaited her. Or rather, she sensed it. Aiden closed the door. Slowly, deliberately, he removed his coat and loosened the cufflinks. He did not undress. He only rolled up the sleeves of his shirt. Tess watched him, and his calm, measured movements did not surprise her. They frightened her. He was preparing himself. For punishment. For her. A shiver ran through her body, arousal and fear together. Gooseflesh spread across her skin, stirring a fierce, maddening sensation. What would it be?

He stepped up to her without meeting her eyes. Guided her to the table, turned her toward it, and pushed her a little roughly. Her hands flew out instinctively to brace herself. Without a word, he unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor, then tore away her underwear. Tess stood motionless in her bodice, palms pressed to the tabletop, waiting. Her breathing quickened.

Aiden studied her ass only for a moment before undoing his trousers. He had intended to begin the night as harshly as he could toward the woman he loved, and his dick had been hardening since the stairs, making it clear this would not be a problem. In truth, his anger had already passed during her spanking, and the last remnants of frustration and despair had vanished in the salon when he saw that she finally understood. When she apologized there, relief had taken hold of him, followed by enormous joy that he had her back.

He did not want revenge now. He did not want to hurt her. He wanted to make her understand, as harshly as possible, that next time she would think before acting. And that he was taking back what belonged to him. And, not least of all, that he would finally enjoy the body that had denied him for so many days.

He did not remove his trousers. He only freed his dick and stepped closer. Tess breathed fast but did not move. He realized she was humbly waiting for him, and that familiar surge of arousal shot through him. He placed his palm between her shoulder blades and pushed down roughly, until her belly rested on the table. With his other hand, he guided himself to her unprepared folds and drove into her in one brutal, forceful motion. She cried out. Her fingers dug into the edge of the table, but she did not resist. She only tried to breathe through it. He had no real desire to give her time to get used to it. In truth, the idea of wearing her raw so that every subsequent orgasm came with at least a subtle hint of pain tempted him deeply. He slid his hand into her hair, wound it around his palm, and pulled. He had never done that before. It startled her. He leaned close.

“Keep inventing foolishness,” he whispered darkly, “and this will become your regular fate.”

He began to move at once, unusually hard and forceful. The sound of his hips striking her body filled the room. The table was too high for her, and the force of his thrusts lifted her until she no longer touched the floor even with the tips of her toes, one foot slipping into the air.

“Hold,” he growled, tightening his grip in her hair. Then he drove into her again. Harder. Faster. Tess barely moaned on her own. The sounds were torn from her with every movement. Even through his near fury, he felt her body. She did not fight him. She did not resist. She only tried to withstand his physical force, yet inside she was open, accepting him as she always did. That realization pushed him closer to his orgasm instantly. He decided to take this first one for himself. He pounded into her, unconcerned whether she reached hers before him. But Tess did not fail him. Submissive, helpless, surrendered, she began to tighten around his dick. Knowing she wanted him like this, that she would come apart in his hands any moment, made his orgasm inevitable. She reached it first, and he began spilling into her just as her body was already shaking, clenched in a blissful spasm.

He rested only briefly. Then he withdrew, pulled her toward him, and turned her. He caught her around the waist, lifted her, and set her onto the table. He quickly tucked his dick back into his trousers, fastened them, and stood between her legs. A little calmer now, he silently removed the rest of her clothing. He studied her. Naked. Fragile. Legs spread, with him standing there as the one who decided. He noticed his cum beginning to slip from her folds. He savored the contrast between her and himself, fully dressed. Only then did he meet her eyes. He slid his hand into her hair again, firm but far gentler than before.

“I love you, Tess,” he said at last. “I love you, and I would NEVER do what you accused me of.”

She averted her gaze guiltily. She opened her mouth to speak, but he continued.

“I would never hurt you like that. Never betray your trust.”

He kissed her, so she could not, or would not have to, say anything.

“That does not mean,” he went on, steadier now, sliding his hand between her thighs. She jerked a little, but he still pushed his fingers straight through her hair and found her pearl. “That you will not receive a proper lesson tonight.”

She gasped sharply with arousal.

“You will get exactly what is coming to you,” he threatened softly, working her toward another orgasm. “So you remember what happens when you make decisions without thinking.”

Her back arched so hard he wrapped his free arm around her waist to keep her from falling. He held her firmly, perhaps even pressed her into his fingers, and needed only a few small movements for his second victory over her body.

“Aiden…” she moaned, head thrown back as the orgasm drew her tight like a bowstring.

He gathered her into his arms and carried her to the bed. Laid her on her back and knelt between her legs without a word. Bent down. His lips brushed the place still pulsing, and he continued. His tongue moved slowly, deliberately. His fingers held her hips to keep her from pulling away as her pelvis jerked.

He entered her with two fingers while his tongue kept working. Tess broke again, her body tensing fully. A third orgasm rushed through her whole body, then a fourth, sharper still, when he found the place that always destroyed her most.

He rose up and watched her, shattered and trembling. He did not try to soothe her. He only leaned close and whispered.

“We are only beginning…”

He bent down again, pushed his fingers deeper, and held her thigh firmly. His tongue moved with such precision that Tess cried out, her body arching hard. Another orgasm struck her violently, stealing her breath, tears springing to her eyes.

“…please…” she whispered, shaking. “Enough…”

Aiden smiled. He rose slowly until he stood at the foot of the bed, between her legs she did not dare to close.

“That is not for you to decide,” he said quietly, savoring her broken sigh. He pulled off his shirt, unfastened his trousers while holding her gaze, then took them off. She knew exactly what would follow. She panted, exhausted, and when he stood again with his hard, erect dick, she shook her head.

“Aiden, I cannot endure what you want from me tonight.”

“Leave that to me,” he replied confidently. He seized her leg and dragged her closer to the edge of the bed. He brought both her ankles together, lifted them high, pressed them near her head. Her wet, flushed folds shone between pale thighs, calling to him. He knelt with one knee on the bed, guided himself, and entered her. She whimpered, sounding more pained than pleased. He ignored it and began to fuck her. Not slow. He wanted her again and would not deny himself. At this stage it no longer mattered how fast he moved. Her orgasms would come regardless, driven by steady movement alone.

“I think, in your jealousy, you failed to consider one thing.” He released her legs and, without leaving her, lay between her thighs. Braced his hands by her head and thrust slower now, but deep and forceful.

“You want exclusive claim over me. I understand that. But that means all my needs will be met by you alone.”

He lowered himself to his elbows and leaned closer.

“Whenever I desire, only your body will give me pleasure. You will always be available. Whenever I want. However I choose.”

Tess whimpered tearfully, and he decided on another orgasm for her and sped up a little, until she writhed beneath him in ecstasy again.

“Please,” she whispered.

He lay down beside her on his back and forced her upright, made her straddle him directly over his upward-jutting dick.

“Does it hurt?” he asked, steadying her as her knees trembled.

“Well, a little now, yes.”

“Good,” he said harshly. “Sit on me properly. Show me how you endure punishment. Ride me. Fuck yourself into another orgasm.”

Her eyes went wide. She gasped desperately.

“Aiden, please!”

“Begin!”

She swallowed hard and lowered herself onto him. She hissed softly, brow creasing. Seeing her reluctance shook his resolve. But as she began to move, her moans returned quickly. Desire filled her face again, her pace quickening with clear purpose. He realized how intensely this aroused him. How she used him as a tool for her own pleasure. How she was getting herself off on him. It shortened his control dangerously. She came quickly, and he managed not to spill. Her peak of pleasure lasted only briefly, and then she slumped helplessly onto him. He flipped her onto her back at once, lay between her legs, and entered her again. She did not beg anymore. She seemed utterly limp. Still, he continued to fuck her. To his surprise, reaching this orgasm took longer than the others. He understood this was the absolute bottom of her strength. That he had finally found the final number of orgasms her body could bear, if such a number truly existed. She no longer cried out and only tensed very little. He was on the edge and chose to finish his work completely. He turned her onto her stomach. Tess lay limp. He pressed his dick slowly into her ass.

“And one more for me.”

A few quick thrusts and he spilled into her. He saw she still sensed it with the last of her strength, but when he withdrew, she was already asleep.

Fucked unconscious, the thought crossed his mind.