My Wife, My Rules
Copyright© 2026 by Alexandra Velka
Chapter 8
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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 woke into muted silence. It took her a few seconds to understand where she was. The carriage. She was still in the carriage. She sat on the hard, padded bench which, after so many hours, felt as hard as the floor. Slowly she straightened. Something was wrong. There was no movement. No swaying. No voices of the coachman, no hooves striking stone. Only an unsettling stillness.
She frowned, reached for the small window, and peered out. The glass was faintly fogged, the shapes beyond blurred. Yet even those few outlines were enough. Thick wooden beams. Stacks of straw. Deep shadows.
A barn. Her heart leapt. Why were they in a barn? Warning bells rang in her head, her throat tightening. She tried to draw her legs beneath her, but the wedding gown, those heavy, rigid layers she had hated from the first moment, had become a prison. She could not even pull her knees up to her chin. Instead she pressed herself into the corner of the carriage, wrapping her arms around her body as though to shield herself. Her thoughts fled to him at once. Aiden.
He has never harmed me. What will he be now? Will he remain as he was, or will he be cruel? He likely will not be the same. He said more than once that what he could not allow himself with a woman who was not his own, he could with his own wife. But that is only natural, is it not?
Still, the fear did not ease.
At his house, Aiden was finishing the last preparations. There was little to be done. The room had been set in order while he was gone, and he only needed some food brought in. Most importantly, everyone had been removed from sight, so Tess would fear only as much as was necessary, not be tormented further by strangers.
Though the servants did all they could, as always, everything felt unbearably slow to him. He was unsettled by not knowing whether Tess had awakened. And if she had, whether she had obeyed him and remained in the carriage, or whether she was wandering the grounds, lost and terrified.
At last, with only a few people still in view, he barked at them to disappear somewhere and hurried toward the barn.
From a distance he saw that the carriage door remained closed. That eased him somewhat. When he opened it himself and Tess looked at him, frightened though her gaze was, he smiled.
“Come,” he said, offering his hand.
She rose. Her movements were slow and cautious, yet she accepted his help.
“Where are we?” she asked softly, like one who fears the answer.
“At home,” he replied, intending comfort.
It did the opposite. Panic seized her instead.
“We will go upstairs. Do you want to walk on your own, or would you rather I carry you?” he offered with care.
She hesitated.
“Should I want to walk?”
“You may. We will meet no one. You are only with me. You are safe,” he repeated calmly. His voice held the same cadence she remembered. The one she knew from his stories of stars, of books, of places he had seen. She loved that voice. So she nodded.
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