My Wife, My Rules
Copyright© 2026 by Alexandra Velka
Chapter 10
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 10 - In a world where men make the rules and women learn to live in their shadow, Tess does not belong anywhere. She is afraid of people. She looks at the ground when she has to speak, and in company, she would rather disappear into the floor. If she could, she would live in silence. Alone. But she cannot, and the world finds her anyway. And in it, a man who is not used to asking permission. Aiden is everything Tess fears: strong, uncompromising, and never one to look away.
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Tess nervously tugged the torn blouse tighter against her body as if the cloth could still hide anything at all. Silence wrapped around her like a cold veil and she hid inside it. Aiden helplessly let his shoulders fall. His gaze slid over her, then he looked away at once, shaking his head in disbelief, as though he could not process the absurdity of the moment.
“At most, I am willing to turn my back,” he said at last, yielding yet stubborn all the same. “But I absolutely will not leave you alone in here.” His voice drifted like smoke, soft yet marked by an insistent trace of firmness.
He caught her fleeting smile of gratitude, fragile as morning mist, and shook his head again, this time even more.
“I am not even allowed to look at my own wife,” he muttered, bitter rather than angry. He turned toward the room. The wooden bench against the wall suddenly seemed like salvation, a simple place to lay down both body and thought. He moved it opposite the bath and sat on it facing the wall, his back to temptation.
“You may,” he said without turning.
After a brief pause he added, “I will not turn unless you allow me to.”
He heard the rustle of fabric at once. From the sound of it falling to the floor, he knew the skirt had dropped. Nothing else followed. After a moment came the sound of water once, then again, and the soft splash as she stepped in.
He held his breath. She was there. Naked. Less than a yard behind him, immersed in steam and water. His senses sharpened, blood rushing into his loins so fast it stole his breath. He listened to the splashing water, hardening, forcing himself to breathe as calmly as he could.
You have to stay. Sit. Wait. Do nothing.
If he seized his wife and took what was his by right, she would never willingly curl into him again. He would be her enemy forever and their marriage would be a torment she did not want to be in. But if he waited, if he let her calm down and taught her not to fear him, when she herself decided when to give herself to him, then for the rest of his life he would be able to take her whenever and however he wished. He knew it. He had told himself so ever since he realized Tess would be his wife. Now, with temptation this close, he simply had to repeat it again and again. He could not go to her. He had to sit and listen to what was happening behind his back. Had he truly willingly prepared this hell for himself? He spread his legs to ease his hard dick and tried to calm himself with an exhale.
“You are not saying anything,” Tess said from behind the unseen veil of steam.
Because all the blood has left my brain and settled in my groin, he thought bitterly. Instead, he said calmly, “What would you have me say?”
“For instance, why you married me.”
“We both know I was not the one who decided that.”
“We both know it was,” she countered. Gently, but firmly.
He smiled. There was no denying it. They had tried to maneuver him into it, but he had understood in time and wanted it. He had wanted Tess.
“You have everything I ever wished for in a woman,” he said at last. “And that you are beautiful and drive me mad with desire is more than I ever dared to hope for.”
Silence followed. After a while, when she spoke again, her voice was less uncertain.
“You said you would beat your wife.”
“I never said it that way,” he answered sharply, though he kept his tone measured so as not to frighten her.
“But you have not laid a hand on me in any way.”
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