The Obedient Wife (an erotic short story) Read Free

But he licked away from the nub, and she stifled her disappointment, only to gasp again when his unusually long tongue stroked inside her channel.
    Unable to resist, she undulated her hips, sighing and gasping as he gently entered her over and over. When he stopped all of a sudden, she moaned. “Why did you stop?”
    “I fear the beast that I am will be overcome. You are so sweet, so responsive, and I mustn’t take your quim until tonight. I cannot risk your maidenhead.”
    “But there are other places a man…or beast…can take with his…member. Or so I’ve been told,” she added breathlessly.
    “You’re too innocent for that kind of play, my dear.”
    “But I would please you, in whichever way you wish.” She lifted her head to meet his dark gaze and offered him what she hoped was a shy smile.
    He seemed to think about what she’d said, his eyes studying her, but she held her smile, and kept her eyes wide open and innocent.
    “Turn around and climb onto the edge of the mattress.”
    She did so, eagerly presenting her bottom.
    He growled deep in his throat and more liquid dripped down one thigh. His tongue caught the trickle then smoothed up to clean her folds.
    The miller’s daughter moaned and widened her stance, dipping her back to offer him everything he wanted if he would just take her and be done with the intimate act. Although there had been no ceremony, she was his wife by her father’s agreement. For the moment, she was more than willing to fulfill the bargain.
    His tongue trailed upward, past her folds to the tiny back entrance she found so deliciously sensitive. He swirled his tongue over it, parted her with his massive hands, and thrust the tip of his tongue inside her.
    The sensation was almost enough to send her to that place her clever hands delivered her nightly. He thrust and licked and thrust and licked until she forgot she wanted more.
    But he withdrew, and the sound of clothing rustling stirred her excitement more. Something thick and firm prodded between her buttocks. She found him bigger than even the smithy and breathed through her nose to calm her heart and ease the tightness of her arsehole.
    He slipped inside, his breath catching, and she smiled with pride that she could please him. His great paws bracketed her hips, and he began to thrust against her bottom, tunneling deeper and deeper until she was sure he’d split her in two. Not that she minded. To die in the thrall of such immense pleasure was its own torturous journey.
    “Pleasure your nubbin,” he growled.
    “What, sir?” Her words whooshed out on a gasp.
    “Use your finger to tease the knot at the top of your folds. You must know where it is and its purpose.”
    “I know it,” she admitted. “’Tis how I kept myself virgin.”
    He moved again, driving into her arse, explosive thrusts slamming deep as she swirled her finger over the slippery knot, the tension in her belly building to a painful crescendo. “No more. I can take no more,” she groaned.
    “Then come for me, sweetling,” he said, driving all the way inside her until the hair of his thighs abraded the insides of hers and his hairy balls clapped against her quim.
    ’Twas too much. Her back bowed, and she howled long and loud, and then collapsed to the bed, her naked breasts scraping on the fine counterpane beneath her chest.
    His thrusts slowed; his growling became a steady, rhythmic purr.
    When he stopped completely, she hid her face against the mattress to hide how pleased and fulfilled she was.
    He pulled free and turned her to her back, leaning his long hairy torso over hers, and gazed downward with his frightening, black gaze.
    She shivered, but realized the cause was not fear, not even a little bit. Her sex still convulsed in shallow pulses, and she wished she could know the feeling of his sex shafting deep inside her.
    Gaze narrowed again, he bent over her. His tongue lapped at her lips until she gasped and sucked it into her mouth. He pulled