My Wife, My Rules – 41. chapter

Aiden lay on the bed, reading. At least he acted like he was, but he didn’t lift his head. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He knew exactly what was happening to her. And he knew it would only get worse.

Tess shifted restlessly, as if she couldn’t find a comfortable position, but the truth was that every small movement made the toy inside her announce itself again. The pressure changed, spread into her lower belly and her thighs. She rose slowly. She didn’t know what she meant to do. Only that she couldn’t stay in the chair any longer. Every restless squirm, every brush of fabric drove her closer to madness. She took a few steps and lay down on the bed. She tried to find a position where it might be more bearable. It didn’t help. The toy moved the moment her back touched the mattress. Again. And more.

She closed her eyes, pressed her knees together, then released them again. Her body began to move subconsciously. Only her hips at first, her thighs, then more and more. Her hands clenched into fists. Her forehead damp. Her chest rose with uneven breaths. Then one hand slid lower. Gently, hesitantly, just enough to touch herself through the nightgown where she could no longer wait. It wasn’t courage. It was desperation. Almost at once, Aiden turned toward her and gently caught her wrist.

“Tss, tss, tss, kitty!”

He leaned down, kissed her forehead, then brushed his lips lightly along her temple, almost innocently. He lay back on his pillow, took up his book, and without another word, settled again.

Tess remained there. Embarrassed. Burning. Even more aroused. This time she whimpered, very softly.

“Aiden…”

He only turned his eyes to her.

“Shhhhhhh. Enjoy it.”

“I don’t want to anymore,” she whimpered.

He began to feel sorry for her, and his hard dick was also very much against this delay going on any longer. Still, he didn’t want to yield yet. He fixed his gaze on Tess and began slowly.

“You did the same thing twice. Actually, basically three times. You never told me you had a problem. You never came to me for help. You still would have had the right to do that. But you chose to solve the problem on your own. And you did it not only by shutting me out completely and deciding for me as well, but also in a way that ended up hurting both of us.”

For a moment, Tess forgot her arousal and took in the rightful reproach in his words.

“When I found you, you were crying,” his voice softened further. “You drove yourself to that point with a foolish decision. And you won’t do that anymore. After the first suspicion of infidelity, I tried to teach you. But you took absolutely nothing from it.”

She wanted to argue, but in the end she only closed her mouth without a word and listened.

“So this time it will be harsher. And if that isn’t enough, next time it will be harsher still. I can escalate this almost without limit.”

She shifted nervously, and the hated marble moved again. She stayed silent. She only breathed deeply, hot, aroused, and completely helpless. Aiden fell silent too, nodded once, and returned his attention to the book.

After a while, Tess sat back in the chair. She shifted even there, unable to find a position. She crossed her legs, then uncrossed them. She lifted herself slightly, only to push the toy deeper inside. She hissed, softly. The nightgown clung to her sweaty, overheated body. She could feel how wet she was between her thighs, though she forbade herself to think about it.

After more than an hour, she was nearly at the edge. Her breathing was ragged, her cheeks flushed, her brow damp. Aiden still gave her no attention. But he knew. And he liked it. Her state aroused him. Far too much.

She returned to the bed to lie down again. She lay on her side, whimpered helplessly into the pillow, and moved her hips slowly. Aiden was aware of his erection and of how close Tess was to her limits. 

She gave up sooner than he expected. She turned toward him and pressed herself as close as she could. She laid one thigh over him until her folds brushed his body. With a slow, trembling touch, she stroked his shoulder, his chest, and brought her lips near his ear.

“Aiden,” she whispered. “Enough… I can’t take it anymore.”

Her hand slid beneath his waistband, and despite the urgency of her words, she took his dick gently. She kissed his neck, his jaw, between whispers that left no room for refusal.

“I’ll go mad if this lasts even a moment longer. Please, enough. Please!”

Each word was like a moan. Her whole body trembled, willing to do anything to convince him. But he had already known for a long time that he wouldn’t be able to bear making his own wife beg him like this. It had been clear to him from the start that the moment she did, his resolve would break.

“Please,” she repeated into his ear. “I’ll be good now,” she promised.

He sighed. So on top of begging, humility and submission too. It felt as if her words might tear either his heart or his dick apart. He held back a sigh, breathed out slowly through his nose, took her hand, and pulled her so she ended up straddling him and his hard penis. She didn’t know what it meant. She only stared into his eyes, silently waiting for judgment with tension.

“Ride me,” he said at last, his attempt at sternness failing badly. “Make me come. How many times you come while you’re doing it doesn’t matter to me.”

She moved at once. She unfastened his trousers in a flash and pulled out his dick. She grabbed Aiden’s shoulders, lifted herself, and guided him inside. As she lowered herself onto him, she felt everything. His thickness, and the marble pressure from behind, filling her completely. Not an inch of space. It was almost too much.

Aiden let out a breath. He felt her hot, tight, clenched like never before. The toy inside her affected him too. His penis was compressed, surrounded so tightly that he couldn’t control his breathing.

She began to move slowly. Hesitantly at first, then with growing certainty. Each motion sent new waves of friction, wild impulses shooting through her pelvis like shocks. She moaned, dug her fingers into his chest.

“Aiden,” she breathed, and a second later her whole body shook. The first breath out, the first release, the first orgasm. And she kept going. She hadn’t even managed to process it before the second overtook her. And then another. And another. He held her by the hips, watched her, and whispered now and then.

“Beautiful kitty… Take what you need…”

When his breathing finally went ragged, he gripped her tighter and came inside her with a moan.