My Wife, My Rules
Copyright© 2026 by Alexandra Velka
Chapter 12
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 12 - 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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After they returned from riding, not even the discovery that she had gotten her only dress dirty and would have to get back into a skirt could spoil Tess’s good mood. She and Aiden still exchanged views about her safety when she wished to wash alone. He allowed it only after she promised not to get fully into the bath. For a moment he considered washing her himself, but he did not want to spoil the atmosphere. So they merely changed places when she stepped out of the washroom wrapped in a towel and he went in. When he finished, he wrapped a white cloth around his waist. His erection could not be hidden, so he did not try, and returned to the chamber where Tess was.
She stood before the mirror again, battling the skirt. He sat and watched her. His neutrality lasted only a few seconds. As he followed her fingers, he was already imagining how he would like to undo the lacing. Tess finished tying it and remained facing the mirror. She saw him watching her in its reflection and stayed silent. Only for a moment, because then she asked,
“What are you thinking about?”
He met her eyes through the mirror. “You know what.”
She did. His voice carried desire. Still, she repeated, “About what?”
He hesitated, studying her face, then answered softly, “How I would untie that lace on your skirt...”
She liked him like this. For all his usual confidence, he was careful again. As he always was when it came to her body. She walked to him slowly and turned her back so the lacing lay directly before him.
“How?” she whispered. “Show me.”
Her voice was barely audible and maddeningly aroused him. The room fell so quiet he heard his own pulse.
He watched the neat bow, fought with himself for a moment, even shook his head a little at what he should not do. Then he could not resist. He caught one end and pulled. The glossy cord began to slide until it came free.
“Next?” Tess said quietly, while his breathing grew harsher and he watched the weight of the fabric draw the edges apart. He took both sides and pulled them farther open.
“How I would pull that skirt down,” he said slowly, quietly. “I have seen you dress. I know the shift you wear reaches only halfway down your ass.” The skirt fell to the floor.
“Go on,” Tess kept urging him.
He stopped fighting and gave in. He knelt at Tess’s feet and drew off her very thin undergarment. This way, he was now looking at her bare ass, his reason gone, aware only of her body and his desire.
“I would like to see it,” he whispered, setting his palms on her thighs. As he slid them up her hips, he lifted the hem of her shirt to her waist. The touch set his blood alight.
“And kiss it.” He pressed his lips to her skin. His hands roamed her hips, and between kisses on her ass he nearly gasped for breath with arousal.
“And if you were not afraid,” he gently, very slowly turned her to face him, expecting resistance. It did not come. The red curls over her folds were right before his face. He breathed hard and leaned in.
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