by Rachel Burns
He rolled off of me and turned out the light. “Yes, it does,” he said before he covered me up.
I could feel his heat alongside of me. I had never shared a bed before. I inched to the very edge of the bed and tried to fall asleep. Tristan inched forward so his body was touching mine. I didn’t have any room. I lay awake and listened to hear if he was also awake. He rolled away from me.
I exhaled with relief.
It seemed as if hours had gone by when he rolled over and laid his arm around me. I could feel his penis. It was hard. Tears pooled in my eyes when he began kissing my shoulder. “Will you ever forgive me?” he asked me.
“Probably not,” I answered him honestly.
“Then I’ll regret my words forever.”
“I’m sorry you got stuck with me,” I told him.
“You heard your brother. I’m lucky to get you.” He wrapped his arm around me and guided me towards the middle of the bed. He kissed me on the lips. His touches were soft and gentle. I felt warm and began to like the feeling of his hands stroking over my body, petting me. It felt as if no one ever touched me gently. I wouldn’t tell him, but I liked it.
His lips melted down over mine, as he moved his body over mine. My legs opened for him so he could lie on me comfortably. I gasped when his penis slowly entered me.
“Oh Sophia. This is amazing. You’re so tight.”
I reached out to hold onto him. I couldn’t see him, only feel him. I was glad that he hadn’t turned the light on.
“Yes, that’s right. Touch me.” He encouraged me.
My fingers glided along his ribs and rounded over his back. I stopped before I could reach his ass. I was too shy to touch him there. It didn’t seem appropriate. I reached up to his shoulders instead.
“Your wet, so wet,” he commented.
“I am?”
“That’s good. It means that you like me at least a little. We can build from here.”
“Build what?” I asked him, as he gained speed, pushing into me with more force. It was getting harder to breathe.
He stopped moving and laid his hands on the sides of my face. “A relationship. A marriage.”
“But we are married?”
“There is more to a marriage than a ceremony and sex. My father had a long talk with me. He explained why you are the perfect wife for me. That was why I promised to take care of you. I meant it Sophia. If you call for me, I’ll come running.”
That remained to be seen. He had orders that he needed to follow. He couldn’t fly home when he wanted to, much less when I wanted him to come home.
“I don’t remember what I promised you,” I admitted.
He chuckled. “I was afraid that you weren’t going to say anything. But you did. I was so proud of you.”
“What did I say?” I persisted.
“You promised to be a good wife. To care for me and obey me.”
“Was that enough?” I asked, wanting to know if he was satisfied.
“It was perfect.” He kissed my cheek.
“Why are you being so nice to me?” I asked him in a whisper. The darkness made me bold.
“Because I’m going to love you. I promised that I would cherish you. We only cherish things we love. I mean what I say.” He pulled back and pressed into me again.
“Oh,” I moaned out. That hadn’t hurt. I planted my hands on his shoulders and pushed, trying to get his attention. “But you said that you would never marry a Reeves’ orphan.”
“That will be the one exception. Obviously, I didn’t mean that because I have.” He pushed his hips forward, driving his penis deeper into me.
“Oh,” I moaned again. This felt unexpected. I was still sore, but it felt amazing at the same time. I didn’t want him to stop.
Tristan quietly fucked me. It was too early to say that he was making love to me. We were having sex because he wanted it and needed it. He wasn’t overcome with passion like the people in my books sometimes were.
I touched him, wondering what he felt like. His body was different from mine. He was firmer. I trained daily, but I wasn’t as sculpted as he was. He had no soft parts, but he seemed very interested in mine. He grabbed onto my breasts often, squeezing them and caressing them softly.
His hips moved like a machine, like a piston, he was relentlessly thrusting into me while I gasped and cried out several oh’s that I couldn’t hold back. I hoped no one could hear us.
My bed began to rock, moving with Tristan’s thrusts. Timidly, I wrapped my legs around him. This was feeling better by the minute as if he belonged inside of me.
I clung to him because I needed to hold onto something. He didn’t tell me to stop. He continued to drive into me, moving so fast that I couldn’t think any longer. “More,” I whispered.
He moved faster until he came. He grunted as he forcefully pumped his seed into me. I regretted that it was over.
He lay down beside me and covered me up when he was finished. He didn’t say anything, but he had his arm around me.
Was he afraid that I would run away?
~
Tristan had to leave two days later. We spent most of our honeymoon in bed. I blushed when we went down for food. Everyone knew what we were up to. Tristan couldn’t seem to get enough sex. It was as if he were stocking up. We talked a little in between, and we slept. We were constantly together. He liked to shower with me. He couldn’t keep his hands off of me.
I was still shy, and Tristan gave me commands often. He liked that I had promised to obey him. I used it as an excuse to listen to him. I would have been too shy to undress in front of him otherwise. He was very respectful, and he often asked me if he was hurting me or if I liked what he was doing. He was careful with me in a way that no one before ever had been.
When it was time for him to go back to his ship, I stood beside his parents on the air pad and waved goodbye to him. I didn’t love him, and I figured that I would enjoy the break from him. Our time together had been so intense.
He lifted up and circled back over me. I waved again, and then he flew up and out of sight.
Tristan’s parents talked to me for a while. They invited me over to eat with them, saying that we should make a routine out of it. I would eat with them every seven days.
When I returned to the house, the maids were in my room, changing the sheets and giving my room a good cleaning.
I turned away from them so I wouldn’t be in the way. I went down to the classroom and read a book. I was translating it into English. That was the name of the only language that survived the mass exodus from planet Earth.
Daddy called me into his office an hour later.
“Does he know?” Daddy asked me.
I shook my head, knowing what he meant.
“I’ll talk to him the next time he comes home. I doubt that he’ll need convincing. He’s on the front line. Did he tell you anything about his work or the Aliens?”
“No, he didn’t, Daddy.” That was the truth. Tristan had been interested in other things.
“He’ll do his duty. He seemed to like you very much. Was he good to you?”
I nodded at Daddy.
“Good. You might already be pregnant. He did come inside of you, didn’t he?”
I nodded again. Daddy had warned me that Tristan needed to come inside of me or I wouldn’t get pregnant. It was my job to keep him happy in the bedroom. He needed to sleep with me often so I could make children.
“Very good. A mix out of you and Tristan will make an amazing child. You’re both smart and good at flying. He doesn’t know that, does he?”
“I didn’t mention it. We didn’t talk much,” I confessed.
“That figures. Sex is new for you two. Soon you’ll be able to get information from him, but first he needs to satisfy his needs.”
“You want me to spy for you?” I stated, already knowing the truth.
Daddy shook his head. “It’s not like that. I just thought that you could tell me if he mentioned anything th
at might interest me.”
I hung my head. The way he put that made me feel as if this were prostitution.
“Sophia, I don’t want you to tell me anything that he tells you not to tell me. I didn’t mean it like that. I want your marriage to be a happy one. That’s the most important thing to me.”
I nodded at him, but I didn’t believe him. He wanted to breed me with Tristan and make smart airship pilots, and he wanted information.
“Tristan and I aren’t friends. We don’t have that kind of relationship. We didn’t talk.”
“You will. Trust me, one day he will come to you and talk to you and tell you his problems. Your opinion will be the only one he listens to.”
I snorted. That would never happen.
“Wait and see. I saw the way he looks at you. You two are good together. With time, you’ll grow closer.”
“How when he isn’t here?” I asked.
“He’ll come back.” Daddy sounded so certain.
“But not to see me or to talk to me. He’ll come for sex. That’s it.”
“Don’t underestimate sex. It creates a bond that is second to none. He’ll fall in love with you, that is if he hasn’t already.”
I didn’t know what to think. Tristan had been nice to me, but he wanted something from me. I was a means to an end.
He would have treated any other woman the same way. I felt lucky that he hadn’t told anyone that I had cried the first time. I couldn’t stop myself, or my self-pity.
I wanted Tristan to love me, and I wanted to love him, but love could never come from a marriage that was made to the advantage of someone else.
I still felt as if I had lost my chance to be truly important to someone. I had hoped that my husband would love me, more than he loved himself. I wanted a husband who would do what he had to make me happy and protect me. I had dreamed that my husband wouldn’t be able to be happy unless I was happy.
The problem was that I wasn’t truly happy, and I couldn’t remember a time when I was. When I looked into the future, I saw me obeying Tristan and him being somewhat happy, but at my cost.
The disappointment tasted so sour in my mouth. I also hated the idea of Daddy punishing my children and training them. I still didn’t believe that there was danger out there.
My children should be able to laugh and play without a dark cloud of worry over their heads. I wanted better for my children.
Chapter 20
Tristan came home a few times and spent a few days with me when he could. He was very relaxed and treated me as if he had wanted to marry me. I knew better.
I was shy with him, but I obeyed him. He thought that I liked him more than I did. I felt relieved when he left. I wished that weren’t the case, but it was.
My life hadn’t changed at all. The only difference was that I got time off from studying and training when Tristan was home so I could get pregnant.
The doctor had come and declared that I wasn’t pregnant, and then I had gotten loud with my father later that same afternoon. He had whipped me over his desk. Things had stayed the same for me. Nothing had changed. My hope was shattered. I’d hoped that he’d treat me like he did his daughter-in-laws, but he was still so strict with me.
To make matters worse, it looked as if Daddy were right about the Aliens. They were breaking the treaty almost daily at the moment.
Tristan was in the news. He had chased away some Aliens with his airship yesterday. It was all over the news because such attacks were happening very often lately. Tristan was a hero in the making. I’d been over at his parents’ house when the news came in. They were so proud of him. I visited them once a week as promised.
I felt awful having to tell them that I wasn’t pregnant. After all the pressure from my dad, it surprised me that they didn’t seem to care.
His mother talked about taking more time to get to know each other, and his father said that children were a lot of work, and that Tristan would rarely be home so it would be better to wait.
Wait for what, I wondered. He would be an airship captain and gone so much. This would go on for years.
The next day, I was in the library handing Daddy new books so he could put them away when we heard the house door open. Then I saw Tristan walk by.
“Tristan,” my dad called out.
Tristan came right in and smiled at me. I blushed and looked down at my feet.
“We saw you in the news. Tell us what wasn’t in the news. How many attacks have there been.” Daddy wanted information.
“Seven in all. Four had witnesses so they had to be reported. Three we were able to cover up. The Aliens aren’t being aggressive in our area. They keep flying in the no fly zone. They want attention. I don’t know what they want, but they’re up to something.”
Daddy turned to me and gave me a look. It was an I-told-you-so look. We had never seen eye to eye about the Aliens. It was impossible for me to believe that people who wrote such amazing books about love could be capable of killing when it wasn’t necessary. I was the only child who didn’t think that Daddy was right. I thought that Daddy used fear to get the others to do what he wanted. He used it on me too.
“Sophia, do you have a moment for me.” Tristan was looking at me very intently. He joked around and teased me whenever we saw each other except in the bedroom. He took sex seriously.
“Sophia, if you could go up to your room and wait for your husband, I’d appreciate it. Tristan, I want to have a word with you.”
I nodded and left. He was sending me off so I could have sex with my husband and give him a baby. Daddy was like a pimp that way, and I hated it. I felt like a tiny unimportant pawn in a game.
I hadn’t truly missed Tristan. I knew that Daddy was going to have the talk with him. He had done that with all of my sisters’ husbands. He would explain the reason why he had so many children and tell Tristan what his real purpose was in all this.
Twenty minutes later, Tristan came in and sat down on my bed.
“Sophia, come here.” He held his arm out to me.
I went to him, and he reached out for me and maneuvered me so I was sitting on his lap.
“I missed you,” he told me.
I nodded at him. I wasn’t used to him.
“Your dad just told me about his plans for us. I would like to know how you feel about everything.”
I was shocked. I felt my forehead wrinkle up. I wasn’t sure what I should answer. No one had ever asked me before. Daddy had told me how things would be.
“Umm – I don’t know,” I replied.
“Do you want to have a baby?” He looked so concerned.
I thought about that a long time. Tristan patiently waited, giving me a chance to think about my answer. It was a question that no one had ever asked me before. “I was dispirited when the doctor said that I wasn’t expecting.” I looked at him closely while I answered him.
He nodded. “Okay. If you want one, we’ll take it one baby at a time. Your father set four as a minimum, but we will decide that together, one child after the other. When you don’t want anymore children, I will stand by you.”
I nodded at him. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
He actually blushed. “I am so sorry for how I started out with you. I made a huge mistake, and I will have to pay for that for a long time. But I really do want us to be friends one day.”
I didn’t answer him. He seemed to be telling the truth, but no one could change so completely. It was difficult to trust him. His words of disappointment when he had seen me at the top of the staircase had cut so deeply into my soul. I had hoped that my husband would want me, truly want me. Ours was an arranged marriage, and I was positive that Tristan was trying to make the best of it to get sex. To me, it felt as if he had given up what he truly wanted and settled for me.
“Okay, get undressed now.” His hands moved away from me and to his buttons. I stood and got undressed.
Once I was naked, he grabbed my arm and turned me away from him. H
e was staring at the marks that Daddy’s belt had left on me. “What happened?” He was loud, and I was scared.
“Daddy got mad at me.” It shamed me to admit that. I was too childish for marriage, so much so that my father still punished me. Daddy never punished my sisters-in-law or my married sisters.
“Why?” He turned me so I was looking in his eyes. He looked furious.
I wanted to back away from him because he looked so mad. He wanted me to explain what I had done. He wouldn’t understand what had happened. Maybe he might. Tristan knew that Daddy punished us like this. He had seen Daddy punish me before. I decided to tell him the truth. “I was in a bad mood, and I said something I shouldn’t have.” I was so embarrassed as I admitted that to him. I wondered what would happen if he got mad at me. Was he mad now?
“Were you in a bad mood because you weren’t pregnant?” he asked.
The heat in my face was killing me. “I guess so,” I whispered.
“Did he beat you because you weren’t pregnant?” Tristan was whispering now too.
That thought had crossed my mind too. Normally, a warning would have come first.
Tristan was getting dressed again. He left. I stood there naked and unsure what to do. I got redressed, but I wasn’t finished when he came back.
“He will never beat on you again.” He took hold of my face. “I’ll take care of you as I promised I would.”
“But–?”
“If he does, I’ll move you out of here. You’re mine now, and my parents would love to have you. I warned him very clearly.”
“You can’t talk to my father that way.” I wanted to protest, but I was too shocked that he had given my father an ultimatum.
“Yes, I can. When it comes to you, I make the decisions. Do you understand that?” His green eyes stared into my brown ones.
I nodded. He was just so confident. He had stood up to my father for my sake. I’d never heard of anyone doing that before. His other son-in-laws all obeyed him too. They treated him as if he were a god or something.
Tristan smiled at me. He grabbed onto me and guided me onto the bed. He was very careful with me. It felt so good to have him inside of me. I clung to him, wanting us to be close.