My Wife, My Rules
Copyright© 2026 by Alexandra Velka
Chapter 21
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 21 - 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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“Port?” Aiden asked casually into the room as he moved toward the cabinet at once. Elias stepped away from the piano toward the table. Tess watched her husband.
His walk was steady, relaxed, almost sovereign. He embodied exactly what stirred her desire, though today it also commanded her respect, if not fear. The uncompromising calm of a man utterly certain of what would follow. She did not move even when he passed her on his way to the table. He poured the burgundy-colored wine into crystal glasses.
“Will you have one with us, my dear?” Isadora asked Tess from her chair. “It might help you tonight.”
If only you knew.
Tess forced a smile and nodded. The Montellans each took a glass. Aiden took two and was already approaching Tess with them when Isadora called again from behind him.
“Won’t you sit with us?”
With his back to his friends, Aiden allowed himself a faint, mischievous smile meant only for his wife.
“She will,” he announced aloud. As he handed Tess the glass, he added quietly, “Your backside should still be sensitive enough to help you remember this evening properly.”
She looked at him, shame, desire, and something sinful and yielding mingling in her eyes. For a fleeting second her mind filled with the image of him lying over her, fingers digging in as she begged. Just as he had promised. She took the glass instead and accepted his arm as he escorted her gallantly to the chair opposite the couple.
She laid her hand on the armrest. Her fingers tightened briefly as she braced herself for the painful descent. When she finally lowered herself down, she pressed her lips together almost imperceptibly. He noticed. And he noticed the tension in her neck, the way her thighs drew together for a second. He showed no satisfaction and took his own seat.
There was no need to search for a topic. Isadora began chattering at once. Tess slowly absorbed the dull ache and forced herself to listen.
“You know, my dear, when Aiden returned from that long journey among his plants and told us he had married, we thought he was joking,” Isadora burst out, her words as if trying to catch up with her thoughts. “Especially when he said he would not introduce us because you don’t attend society! I mean, really, who on earth does not attend society?”
They all gave her a second to realize what she had said.
“That is not what I meant. It sounded terrible. We simply did not believe him!”
I have no idea what Aiden was like before me.
“What was Aiden like before me?” Tess asked quietly.
Isadora searched for words, but Elias spoke first.
“I would call him something of a sommelier,” he said calmly. “For years he chose women like wine. He tasted, but he did not keep.”
Isadora laughed. Aiden merely lifted a brow and raised his glass.
“Don’t take it badly, sweetheart,” Isadora rushed on. “It was not something terrible. He is handsome, wealthy, women always clung to him. No wonder he took his time. Only ... well, for years we thought he was searching for far too long.”
“You pestered me endlessly over it,” Aiden said at last, curtly. He remained alert, watching Tess’s reactions, occasionally letting his mind stray to what he could still do to his kitty tonight. But those thoughts had to be driven away. Men’s dress trousers were not sturdy enough to hide an erection.
“But when he kept talking about you,” Elias continued, “we realized he could not have invented this. That he truly had you somewhere in the house.”
“It always sounded a little unbelievable,” Isadora added, “but suddenly one could see in him that there was a woman in the world who held his heart.”
Aiden dipped his chin almost imperceptibly, as if caught at something he did not wish to discuss. His gaze brushed Tess for a heartbeat. Too brief for the guests to notice. Long enough for her throat to tighten.
“Anyway, when he invited us today, saying he would try to introduce you if it worked...” the couple took turns telling the story.
“I was dressed before Elias out of sheer impatience!” Isadora exclaimed.
If it worked? He allowed for the possibility of sparing me?
“And do you know what is most beautiful?” Isadora leaned forward, elbows on her knees, her sincerity impossible to ignore. “I cannot imagine anyone else beside him. He is mad about you. I can see it.”
Tess smiled. A little grateful. A little shy.
“And we know your life is not easy. But together you will manage. I see that too.”
“Isadora always believes the best of people,” Elias said with amusement. She slapped his knee.
“But this time I am right. Aiden is...” She paused, searching for the right shape of words. “Aiden is, and always has been, a gentleman in every inch of body and soul.”
Well. You have clearly never slept with him, if you can think that.
Tess confirmed it to herself and drove away thoughts of what still awaited her tonight.
Time froze in the room.
Elias’s hand stopped halfway between table and mouth. Isadora fared worse. She was just about to swallow a sip of the drink already in her mouth when her face froze in stunned surprise, like someone walking into an invisible wall. The air thickened. Tess did not understand why. She looked between them, frowned slightly, then turned to Aiden.