The Obedient Wife (an erotic short story) Read Free Page A

away and gazed down at her. “You are sure you are a virgin?”
    “My quim has waited for one such as you, milord. Look deeply again, and you will see the barrier is intact.”
    His face contorted into as near a smile as she imagined he could give. “Tonight. Close the curtains over the window. I will come to you again in darkness.”
    When he made to leave, she rolled to the center of the bed. She fell asleep within seconds.
    That night, she stirred when the wind tossed the thick curtains cloaking the windows. She woke feeling drowsy, an ache in her arse, and another more pleasurable one building between her legs.
    The wooden door creaked open and a dark shadowy figure approached the bed. Her heart stilled for a second. “Milord?”
    “’Tis I.”
    His voice sounded softer, and she smiled in the darkness, having no doubts she’d pleased him earlier.
    “You aren’t frightened of me?”
    “Of course not.”
    “I would ask for your obedience tonight. Unquestioned obedience.”
    Her body reacted to his request with surprising enthusiasm. She scissored her thighs to rub the moisture seeping from her body between them. “I will obey.”
    “You must raise your hands above your head and clasp the rungs of the headboard. You cannot let go, no matter what passes.”
    She liked this game more than she was willing to say and reached slowly above her head to wrap her hands tightly around the iron rungs.
    “Now, open your legs and raise your knees. I want the cradle of your thighs completely exposed.”
    “Can you see me?”
    “In all your splendor, my love.”
    She liked the way he said that, almost as though he meant it. So she parted her legs and raised her knees, letting them splay as wide as she could.
    The mattress dipped at the foot of the bed.
    Her heart began to beat wildly. “You will do it now?” she asked hoarsely. “You will take my virginity?”
    “If that is what you offer me, then yes.”
    “It is yours, I swear.”
    “And yet your arse has known another man.”
    “I…” Her breath caught on a sob. “I have no excuse, can offer no apology. But I can tell you I took no carnal joy of the men who used me.”
    A sigh sounded. And she hoped he wasn’t angry.
    “Your quim, it will be mine alone?”
    Relief washed through her as she gave her honest answer. “Yes. It is yours. My virginity saved for just this moment.”
    “Then we will speak of the past no more. Do not touch me as I do this. You may not touch or see me. Promise me.”
    She didn’t think twice about his strange instructions, sure his purpose was to make their first mating more erotic. “I promise.”
    She felt the heat of him hovering over her, heard the sounds of him stroking his cock inside his palm, then felt the nudge of its head against her quim. Her breath hitched and liquid spilled again.
    “So sweet. So wet,” he groaned, feeding his sex into her channel, filling her with his thickness and thrusting only an inch or two inside, the thin membrane proving her innocence stretching.
    “I want more. I can take more,” she moaned, sensations tickling deep in her belly.
    “Slowly; I have no wish to harm you.”
    “I ache for you, milord. Fill me!”
    With one push, he thrust forward, tearing past her virginity.
    She howled then quaked beneath him, her body arching as pleasure and pain cut so deeply she feared she’d unravel like a shredding ribbon.
    He thrust and bucked, but never so deeply she felt the fur around the base of his cock or the clap of his thick, hairy balls.
    “Deeper,” she cried out.
    “’Tis as deep as I am meant to go. I’m nearly there.” He thrust hard again, crowding through her slick walls, choking the throat of her womb—and it was enough.
    Her body shuddered and jerked. She bit her lips to hold back her wild cries because she was hurtling fast toward the ceiling.
    His shout echoed in the room, but he didn’t linger after he spent his seed. He pulled away, climbing off the mattress and backing