Chapter 17 Henry
Chapter seventeen
Tonight didn’t go as expected at all. I didn’t anticipate being back in my bedroom this early, and I halfway hoped that when I did get back, I wouldn’t be alone.
Thoughts of my beautiful wife cross my mind, and I’m tempted to walk down the hall and listen through her door for any signs of life for the fourth time tonight. Ultimately, I decide that she’s probably sound asleep.
She was a dream tonight, and the gown I chose made her look like the goddess she is. Even with her six-inch platform heels, she was a tiny little thing, still barely coming to my chest.
Tomorrow is Thanksgiving, and though we don’t have an early morning, I need to be as well rested as possible to deal with my family. This is the first time in years we’ll all be together for the holiday. It’s my nephew LJ’s first, and Mom is planning on a big spread.
It’s not that I don’t want to see my family. I find myself missing them more lately than I ever have. But I’ve managed to keep Katarina to myself since we got married despite their begging. I know that tomorrow will be a lot for her, especially after whatever upset her today.
I had hoped she would ask to leave early, but I wanted it to be so I could bring her back into my bed and fucking ravish her.
Not because she wasn’t feeling well. If I were any less of a man, I would’ve done it anyway.
I would’ve thrown her over my shoulder before she could get out of the car and carried her to my room, even kicking and screaming.
This charade of ours has gone on long enough. As soon as we get through this weekend, I’m consummating my goddamn marriage. I just have to hold myself together a few more nights, and she’ll be beside me. For good.
A glance at the clock confirms I have more than enough time to read for a bit before bed.
Sighing, I reach into my nightstand and grab my book and reading glasses, calculating how long I can read so I still get a solid eight hours of sleep.
I might not have been planning to sleep much tonight, but since the opportunity is presenting itself, I’ll take advantage.
I’ll need to get as much as I can now because once I get my hands on her…
I’ve barely had time to open my book when the creaking of my door opening catches my attention. The room is dimly lit from the lamp on my nightstand, but the vision at the entrance of my room is as clear as day.
My wife is propped against the doorframe in a sheer white silk nightgown, biting her lip.
“Katarina?”
Without a word in response, she slowly makes her way toward me, each step flaunting the shadow of her naked curves underneath her gown.
My breath hitches when she gets to the edge of my bed, hopping up on the mattress and climbing to me on her hands and knees.
She’s such a natural fucking submissive.
My cock twitches when I think of all the positions I’ll be able to take her in.
I’ve seen how flexible she is, and I’ll be able to fold her up like a pretzel while I manhandle her.
I sit up straight, laying the book down to hide my erection under the covers, but it does no good.
She doesn’t hesitate to move the book when she reaches my lap.
Her eyes search mine as she straddles me, and I can’t focus on anything but her plump, glossy lips only inches from my face as she tilts her head toward me.
“Katarina, what are you doing?” I ask gently, wrapping my hands around her arms before she closes the distance between our mouths.
If she wants this, I’ll give it to her. I’ll give her everything either of us can imagine and so much more. I’ll make it so fucking good for her, going nice and slow for her first time, worshipping her body like she deserves.
The heat in her eyes cools, and she sits up, stiffening in my arms. I can see her desire fading as her pupils contract, although the vein in her neck tells me her pulse is only increasing. Concern replaces my own desire as I try to figure out what’s happened.
“Val and Melissa were subs of yours,” she says flatly.
I certainly didn’t have that on my why is my wife upset bingo card. “Yes.”
She’s searching my eyes for more, but I’m not sure what she’s looking for. “They said they were old friends of yours, and you just went along with it. You didn’t think to tell me?”
“I haven’t thought about those two women in years, and certainly not sexually.” I’ve honestly forgotten about sex with anyone other than imagining it with her.
“Well, I have. I got to hear all about it when I went to the ladies' room before the ceremony.” Her little body is shaking, but she swats my hand away when I try to steady her. “They went on and on about how well you fucked them and how you made them come so many times.”
“Katarina…” I try caressing her cheek, but she pushes me away again.
“They did say it was practically a miracle that you were touching your inexperienced young wife. And they did defend against the rumors that you’d only married me because you’d knocked me up. Apparently, you’re quite the stickler for birth control.”
She pauses to laugh, her expression turning manic. “Funny, don’t you think? Knocking me up would at least mean you were attracted to me enough to fuck me in the first place. They even mentioned they were jealous of me. Bet they wouldn’t be if they knew you were forced to marry me.”
“Katarina.”
“Oh! I was meaning to ask!” And if smiles could kill…
“Have either of those women been in my house? Or I guess any others…You apparently have a hard stop at a year, so I’m sure there have been plenty more where they came from.
I just want to know where any women might have been whoring around naked in my house so I’ll know which rooms to completely renovate. ”
“Katarina!”
My voice is loud enough to finally startle her into silence.
I cup her cheeks gently. “Kitten, I’m so sorry you had such a negative encounter, and I want to hear all about it.
But you knew this about me. I wasn’t hiding any of this from you.
So can we please calm down and talk about this rationally? ”
She nods, her arms still crossed, lips in a pout. Fucking adorable.
“What would you like to know?”
“Did you have little pet names for all of them, too?”
“Technically, yes, I called them all “pet.” You were right about there being quite a few of them. I’ve had one a year for over 10 years, and names can run together, plus the one-offs during my breaks. I felt more comfortable referring to everyone as the same thing.”
“You say my name.”
“I do.” I squeeze her hand. “What else?”
“Were any of them here?”
“No, I’ve never brought a woman here. I would have them over to various other residences across the country, but I haven’t even done that in years.
I’m afraid the only living women you’ll have to worry about ‘whoring around naked’ in your house would be my mother and sister.
You can take that up with them tomorrow when we see them. ”
Her little smile brings me some relief. I hate for her to be upset about something as insignificant as my past contracts. They mean nothing to me, so they shouldn’t burden her. “What else?”
“They mentioned you don’t like inexperienced submissives. I’m not even sure I could be a submissive at all, but I’m certainly inexperienced.”
“I don’t want you in the same capacity as I wanted them. I want you completely. I don’t need to have that style of relationship with you to be satisfied. I just want to take care of you. And your inexperience just means I’m the only lucky bastard who will ever get to do that.”
“Does that mean you'll be intimate with me?”
“Excuse me?”
“They said you have things written in your contract like minimal touch, minimal eye contact, no kissing. Are you going to be like that with me?”
Thinking back to all the rules I had with my subs, I can’t imagine missing out on those things with my wife.
I wish I could touch her all the time. I wish my obligations would allow me to always be with her.
I certainly can’t imagine not being able to look into her remarkable violet eyes.
And her lips…I’ve dreamed of tasting those again since our wedding day.
“I don’t want to be. You’re special. It’s different with you.”
“You say I’m special, but they have a piece of you that you refuse to give to me,” she says, hanging her head.
Finally allowing me to touch her again, I hold her face in my hand, tilting it back up to match my gaze. “Katarina. Intimacy is just not something that comes easily to me.”
“So you’ll never kiss me?”
Lifting my other hand from where it rests on her thigh, I tuck a strand of fallen hair behind her ear before cupping her face. “Of course I will.”
Her voice is barely a whisper, and if I weren’t so close to her, I would miss it. “Then do it…please?”
I freeze. Why do I feel like a teenager kissing a girl for the first time?
I suppose because this isn’t just any girl.
It’s the girl. I didn’t even realize I had a “dream girl” until I met my wife, but she’s all I’ve dreamed of since before we even got married.
She’s all I’ve dreamed of since I saw her picture.
“Ugh, will you at least fuck me then, so I can at least say I’ve had as much of my husband as his past whores have had?” Whatever calm she had is replaced by an attitude rivaling that of earlier.
I slowly trail my hands down her neck before resting them on her shoulders. “I’ve given you my last name. Why can’t you see how much more that means?”
Still straddling me, she shakes away from my hold. Apparently, she doesn’t want me to touch her, but sitting on my lap and teasing my already weeping cock isn’t a problem. “Exactly. I’m your wife. Why won’t you fuck me?”
“Language, little girl.” Squeezing my eyes shut, I do my best not to raise my voice, but her temper is starting to wear on me. “Not a single woman has ever had what you have.”
“Well, they were pretty explicit about how your cock felt, and you’ve definitely not given me that! Am I supposed to spend the rest of my life celibate? To sit around, thankful that you grace me with your touch?”
Still frozen, I furrow my eyebrows as I try to understand what she’s feeling right now. Her emotions have been all over the place tonight, and I don’t want to overstep. I’m about to reach for her when she huffs, jumps off the bed, and marches out of my room, slamming the door as she leaves.