by Rachel Burns
“I’ve been doing some studying of my own. My parents didn’t think that it was important for me to learn about women’s bodies. It wasn’t part of my education,” he told me. “But I wanted you to feel what I felt when we make love.”
I wanted to argue with him and say that we had sex, but I was learning to truly obey my husband. I bit my tongue and listened to what he had to say.
“You have a spot on your body that is so sensitive that I barely need to touch you there, and you will come.”
If I had a spot like that, then I hadn’t found it yet. Tristan probably didn’t know what he was talking about.
“Spread your legs as wide apart as you can get them in this position,” he demanded.
I debated arguing with him. After all, it was our nature to fight, but I wanted to see if he was right. He looked too happy when he filled me with his seed. I wondered if I could feel that way too. Curiosity made me obey him and open my legs.
Tristan used both of his hands to caress and massage my cheeks and the back of my thighs. His hands were working the heat out. It felt good. Having my legs so wide open was weird, but it was turning me on and making me wet for him.
He massaged the insides of my thighs. That made me nervous and jittery. He had to give me several swats and scold me to stay still.
The new smacks were different in that they didn’t hurt. It was more like adding a log to the fire. Jolts of energy were firing through my body; sending blood to the area between my legs and making my lower lips swell with anticipation.
Tristan parted my hidden lips and stroked his finger along my slit, making me gasp. He curled his finger around the bud at the top, circling it and teasing it to harden and come out to play with him.
He was right. I did have a hidden spot that was very sensitive that barely touching it might make me come.
My hips rotated, wanting more.
A thunderous clap sounded as his hand contacted with my right cheek. It echoed so loudly that I feared someone in the hallway passing by might hear it and guess that my husband was punishing me. I flinched when his hand connected with my left cheek.
His hand reached between my legs again. It was as if his fingers were dancing up and down along my slit.
I abandoned my efforts to remain still and quiet. I rocked forward pushing my body against his hand. I usually remained still when he made love to me, not knowing what I was supposed to do or what was allowed. My hands would reach out to him or grab onto my blankets for support. Those were things that I did naturally without thinking. The same could be said for my hips at the moment. It would take a lot of concentration to stop them.
His hand gave me another set of spanks. This time he spread them around. I never knew where his hand would land or if it would return to my folds. Each spank was harder than the last. Both my cheeks and thighs received the scorching lesson.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you mad,” I apologized.
“I’m not mad at you, Sophia. I’m mad at myself. If I could go back in time, I would have done so much differently; starting from the moment I met you under the apple tree. I would have told you how beautiful you are, and that I was glad to be your husband because I doubt that any of your sisters could have made me truly happy. I never would have insulted you. I swear, there isn’t a day that goes by when I don’t regret my words. I replay what I should have said to you time and time again, wishing that I could erase the past and make you feel better. But I can’t. Nevertheless, you may never say that you aren’t pretty, because it’s a lie. You are very pretty. I’m proud to be your husband. You have to know that. Being married to you is wonderful. I wish that we could be together every day.” His hand lazily rubbed over my red cheeks, massaging and caressing them.
His words were heartfelt. Tristan wanted to be my husband and my friend. He was offering me the thing that I most wanted. He wanted to be special to me and make me feel special.
“Stand up, Sophia. I want to look at you,” he demanded.
I got up feeling a little heady. I reached out to him so I wouldn’t fall and embarrass myself further. I was already blushing because I had to face him after a spanking. I wished I were less childish.
We stared into each other’s eyes for a long moment. Daddy was right. A connection was starting to build between us. We were forming a bond.
He smiled at me. “I missed you. How are you feeling?”
I reached back and rubbed my glowing backside. “I’ll be alright,” I replied.
He grinned at me. “That wasn’t what I meant. I was talking about the baby. Are you feeling better about that?”
I shook my head. I was coping with the loss, but I wasn’t better. I was only better at having longer spans when I didn’t think about my child and cry.
“I miss him too. I’m sorry that I wasn’t here for you when you needed me,” he apologized.
“You were here. That meant a lot to me,” I confessed.
He smiled at me. “Do you want to try again? We’ll do this however you want.”
The doctor had come and gone again. He told me that I was healed and could resume marital relations with my husband.
Daddy had been thrilled to hear that. He told me that a new baby would help me get over the other one. I highly doubted that. He should know better. He hadn’t gotten over the loss of his wife and baby yet either.
The statue out in the garden was a shrine to her. It was closed off so no one could see how much it still hurt him to have to live without her and his child. Our entire family was basically a well-prepared act of revenge that he would set loose on the world to get his justice. My brother Douglas and Tristan were at the head of Daddy’s plan. Nothing would stop him from striving to obtain his goal.
“A new baby can’t replace the one I lost,” I told him.
“You’re right. But a new baby could comfort you as you mourn.”
I nodded at him. That made a lot more sense. “But what if I lose the next one too?”
“If you get pregnant again, I’m going to move you to my parent’s house. You can visit your family and go to the doctor here, but it will be better for you to be pampered night and day. My parents can do that. You wouldn’t have to train or study. You could relax on the sofa or in bed or under a tree. Whatever you wanted, you could do.”
“Daddy told me the same thing. If I get pregnant again, I won’t have to do any chores or anything that could remotely harm the baby.” I was the first one to ever lose a baby in our family. My baby was the first death in our family since Daddy’s wife and child had died.
“We will do whatever you think is right. Your comfort is the most important thing. You shouldn’t be stressed or have to worry about anything. I’ll take care of everything.”
I nodded at him. I believed that he meant it. “I want another baby,” I told him, feeling certain that this was the right course.
Tristan smiled at me. “Then that’s what we’ll do.” His hands went to his shirt. He tugged it out of his trousers, baring his chest. I had lain on his chest while he hummed and sang to me. It was my favorite part of his body. Then came his green eyes. I loved to stare into those. He was such a good-looking man. Tristan could have been a show child when he was younger. He had stubble growing on his chin that needed to be removed. He removed it every morning, but by afternoon it had grown back. It must grow at an amazing rate. It made him seem so manly.
Timidly, I reached out and touched his chin. Immediately, his eyes closed, and he leaned into my hand. He enjoyed it when I touched him. I decided that I should do it more often.
I lifted my other hand to his face and stroked along his rough cheekbone. It amazed me that he liked it so much when I touched him. It made me feel so special, as if I had some sort of magical power over him.
His hands wrapped around me, moving me closer so I was positioned between his knees. His fingers ran down my legs, gliding along the thin fabric of my skirt. When he reached the hem, he connected with my bare skin. His
hands glided up my legs under my skirt making me shudder with anticipation. My body awakened under his hands. Moisture was gathering between my legs. I was throbbing with need for him.
He cupped my ass cheeks roughly in his hands, making me feel weak in the knees. I could feel how eager he was to make love to me. I wanted him too, but I was a little worried that it would hurt again. I was still sore when the doctor checked me over.
His hand was kneading my hind cheeks in his hands as if he owned them. I tilted my head to the side and enjoyed his touches.
Tristan took one of my hands and placed it over the bulge in his trousers. He was as hard as steel. For some strange reason, that didn’t frighten me. It excited me. I squeezed his penis gently.
“Sophia, I love you so much.”
Did that translate into that he loved to be touched, or did he mean that he truly loved me?
He lifted my dress over my head and tossed it to the side. Then he reached around me and opened my bra. He groaned when I had to move my hand away from his throbbing cock to get the bra completely off. “That’s better. I like you best when you’re naked.” He grinned at me as if I were his dessert.
Then he peeled off his clothes and also tossed them to the side. He took hold of my hand again and returned it to his penis. “Wrap your hand around me,” he told me.
I did. This was the first time I had touched him there. This felt so private and dirty.
His hips rocked, moving his penis as if he were making love to my hand. At first, his eyes closed as if the pleasure was almost too much for him to take. But then he stared into my eyes. His fingers returned to my slit. This time he explored it from the front. I stared back at him as my breath grew heavy. It was as if I had just finished a long race.
Tristan stepped back, slipping out of my hold. “Lie down,” he said in a breathy voice. He was having trouble breathing normally too.
I obeyed him, eagerly wanting to see where this would lead to. This was so different from how we usually did this. “Why is this so different this time?” I asked him.
“I did it wrong before. But I’ve been doing lots of research, and I want to try several things out on you. Open your legs so I can lay down on top of you.”
I obeyed him. I always did, but this time I was eager to obey him.
He took hold of me and positioned me so I was higher on the bed. Then he lay down so he was on top of me. Slowly, he trailed kisses down my neck, collarbone and downwards along my cleavage. He pressed my breasts together so he was captured between them.
I reached between us and grabbed onto his penis. Immediately, his hips rocked forward so he was fucking my hand.
His hands stayed on my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples as his lips worked their way downwards over my belly.
Then his kisses went even lower. I lifted up on my shoulder to see what he meant to do and couldn’t believe my eyes. My jaw dropped in pleasure and in surprise when he licked over my slit. “Oh, Tristan,” I called out.
The unexpected force of his tongue against my tender bud had me reeling. My eyes couldn’t take the erotic sight. My head fell backwards, and I looked up at the ceiling. This was amazing.
His tongue licked faster, and I wondered where he had learned to do that. “Yes, oh yes, yes. Don’t stop,” I moaned, trying to be quiet so no one would hear me, but that felt too good to contain.
His tongue flicked over my bud, first hitting it with the top of his tongue and then with the underside of it. Like him, my hips began to move of their own accord.
“Tristan, what are you doing?” I asked him.
“I’m making you come, like I do. You’ll like it,” he told me.
“Will it hurt?” I asked him.
“It will hurt much more if you don’t do it. I know that doesn’t make sense yet, but it will.” He flicked his tongue back and forth and then circled my bud with his tongue while I whimpered and begged him not to stop. “Please, Tristan, please. I need more.”
His tongue left me, and he laid down on me. His hips lifted up, and he filled me with his solid form, reaching me deeper than he ever had before. I was so wet that he had been able to glide in effortlessly.
Tristan leaned his head down and softly bit my left nipple. He sucked it into his mouth as his body pounded into mine. He released my nipple and blew on it. We both watched as it formed to a dark red peak. The contrast to my other nipple was too much for him. He chewed on the light pink nipple of my right breast and then sucked it into his mouth. This time with more force. I balanced on the thin line between pain and pleasure.
I withered against him, shaking and bucking up at me. He gave me a gentle kiss on my lips. Slowly, he eased himself back as if he were finished before returning deeper and harder. The force of his hips pushed me up higher on the bed. Several more similarly hard thrusts pushed me up higher, stealing my breath away.
I started to squirm under him. I was so close, but I couldn’t get a grasp on it. I thought I was about to come, but I didn’t. I was getting frustrated.
Tristan pushed my knees up so they were beside my breasts. I was completely open.
“Oh, yes.” He pounded into me with all his might, and I still didn’t come. I knew that he wanted me to.
Without warning, he pulled out and flipped me over. I landed on my knees. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back towards him. He was no longer on the bed, but standing beside it. Him positioning me so I was the right height to take his penis was the most erotic thing I could ever imagine happening.
His penis thrust back into me, making me gasp.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” he asked, sounding very manly and sure of himself. “Your ass is so red. Was I too rough with you?” he asked, giving me another swat.
“Yes,” I said, looking over my shoulder at him. I couldn’t help but smile.
“I see I missed a spot.” His hand slapped down on my outer thigh. I whimpered because that had hurt.
“I can feel you getting wetter when I do that. No matter what you say, I know that you liked it.” He started to move so fast in and out of me that I thought that I would die from the extraordinary sensations. I reached back and took hold of his wrist. His hands were planted on my uplifted ass, holding me so my butt was the highest part of my body. My shoulders and face were pressed into the mattress. Tears welled up in my eyes. I started to cry because I knew that this was going to be the best moment in my life. It wasn’t going to get any better than this.
Tristan reached around and stroked my bub again, getting faster and wilder as he stroked and fucked me.
Then my body did something it had never done before. It clenched together and jumped and jerked. This must be what Tristan wanted me to do. I squeaked out as if I were being choked. I dug my hands into the blankets. My toes curled in too. I pressed my feet against his thighs as my body held perfectly still and jerked over the spiraling tension inside my core.
I held his penis so tightly inside of me that I immediately felt it when Tristan came, giving me his seed so I could give him another baby. His penis pulsed, shooting his seed deep inside of me. He held me in place and thrust into me hard, making me take his seed nice and deep. This was so primal that I knew Tristan was like a powerful hunter. It drove me wild and I roared out, joining Tristan with his roar of triumph at having captured a female and fucking her.
“I love you, Sophia.” Tristan leaned forward and pushed me down flat on the bed, collapsing against me. He rolled us so he was lying behind me. My body was throbbing, glad that he was still inside of me as I clenched and tightened my hold on him as my body spiraled back down. I reached between my legs and rubbed over my nub to help it relax.
“You were perfect, Sophia.”
I peered over my shoulder at him, twisting so I could see him. “Where did that all come from? Why didn’t you do it like that sooner?” I asked him. I could hear the accusation in my voice.
“I read it in a book.”
“That must have been
some book.” I lay down, panting.
“It sure is.” He agreed with me.
“What else did it say?” I asked unable to hide my curiosity.
“It said something that made me sad.”
“What was it?” I asked, not wanting Tristan to be sad.
“It said that most women don’t come, ever. Do you know what I thought when I read that?” he asked me.
I shook my head. “Tell me.”
“I thought, not my Sophia. I swore to myself that you would come with me inside of you. The book told me that I had to stimulate your clitoris. Did you know that you have eight times more nerve endings there than my penis has?”
“No, I didn’t know that.” I had to grin. We were talking about sex as if it were a broken sink.
“I learned a lot more. I’ll show you as much of it as I can.” He promised me.
“Or I could read the book.”
“I don’t want you reading a book like that,” he told me.
“That’s sexist.” I informed him.
“Perhaps, but it’s my book, and I can do with it whatever I want.” Tristan thought he was being funny.
I wiggled away from him and turned around to stare him down. “Do you think that I wouldn’t understand the book?”
“No. You would clearly understand it.”
“And why is that a bad thing?” I asked, trying to understand him.
He actually blushed at me. “It might make you feel things, and I wouldn’t be there to help you with the feelings that you would definitely get.”
“Who helps you? Because I’m certain that you get those feelings too.” I sat up slightly and stared him down.
He literally leaned back into the blankets and held his hands out in front of him to stop me. “I was doing research. That’s the difference. I did it for you, and I wasn’t sure if it would work. I didn’t want to give you false hope.”
I had to hold my breath so I wouldn’t laugh. The universe’s best airship captain was afraid of his wife. “I see.”
“I have a suggestion. We could read it together and try a couple things out.” He was grinning from ear to ear.