My Wife, My Rules
Copyright© 2026 by Alexandra Velka
Chapter 11
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 11 - 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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When Aiden opened his eyes that morning, he saw Tess struggling with a skirt in front of the mirror. In his opinion, Tess could not win that fight. A massive piece of heavy fabric could not be held around the waist and have its laces tied behind the back at the same time. He did not move to help her. Instead, he watched her in her short shirt and enjoyed the sight of her bare legs. More than once it had crossed his mind that he should keep her moving around near him as undressed as possible. So she would grow used to it. So he would. For now, he did not dare.
After several attempts, Tess managed to sit down in the skirt on the chair in such a way that the waist sat in place at the right height, freeing her hands to lace the back. Pity.
“You need a maid,” he said.
Without stopping her concentration on the lacing, she answered, “I would rather not.”
“Why?”
“I would have to choose her.”
“How did you choose the one at your parents’ house?”
“I did not. She was already there when I was born.”
“Why did we not bring her with us?”
Tess finished tying the laces and looked at Aiden.
“Because you were originally marrying a normal woman, not the mad one they foisted on you?”
He frowned.
“Not to mention,” Tess continued, “that they surely did not think you could afford my maid. Had they known you were wealthy, they would have given you Viktoria. I am sure of that.”
He frowned even more and decided to change the subject.
“Why do you wear these skirts, anyway? You have done that ever since we arrived. Why not your dresses? They must be easier to put on.”
“My mother says they are improper. I am meant to dress like a well bred respectable lady, not a free spirited girl. My future husband will certainly burn all my indecent things. After all, he will teach me!”
She whispered the last sentence.
He understood then that she had heard this threat often at home. His heart tightened. He was not sure whether it was more for the way her own family had treated her, or for the fact that they had actually been right. Had she married another man ... He did not wish to think about it.
“What is in your trunks?” he asked.
“I don’t know. The servants and my mother packed me,” Tess replied indifferently.
“Do you have dresses there?” Aiden went on, and Tess grew uncertain.
“Well ... Perhaps ... It might have happened that I somehow accidentally shoved a few in there,” she searched for the words for an ambiguous answer.
“Show me,” Aiden told her. He did not understand why Tess was fidgeting, but it was clear to him that the dresses were in that luggage.
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