My Wife, My Rules
Copyright© 2026 by Alexandra Velka
Chapter 9
Romance Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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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The following days passed in strained silence. Tess took to sitting in a chair with a book, sinking deep into its pages, yet every time Aiden so much as rose or passed nearby, she startled like a frightened little bird. She would lie down only once he pretended to be asleep. Though he never once tried to touch her, his mere presence stirred tremors of anxiety within her. Her gaze fled from him, her body pressed to the very edge of the mattress, taut as a drawn string.
And Aiden, though he did not pressure her, counted in his mind how many more evenings he could endure lying beside her. Mornings when he woke with a hard dick and breath held only by force of will. No touch. No kiss. Only heat hardening in his groin and tension spilling into his loins each night like a punishment.
The scream that split the silence of the house that day was one Aiden recognized at once. Tess. In that single syllable was fear so sharp it stopped his heart. He had just returned home. Without hesitation he ran upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. His head roared. The rest of the world fell silent. He burst through the bedchamber door so hard it struck the wall. Tess was not in sight.
He ran on into the small chamber beyond. The sight nearly knocked him back.
Tess stood surrounded by four women. Each held some part of her clothing. Her blouse was unfastened, or rather torn open, and her skirt pulled down to mid-thigh. Her eyes were wide with terror, her body rigid, as though poised either to flee or to collapse.
“Enough!!” he roared.
His voice came out of his throat raw and unforgiving. His breath came fast, his hands pulsing with restrained fury. The maids fell silent at once and withdrew their hands. His wife turned a panicked gaze to him, and it changed instantly into something near reverence. Relief and fear warred within her gaze, as though someone had finally come, yet she did not know what would follow.
“What the hell is going on here?!” Aiden demanded.
His voice cracked with strain. Tess said nothing. She only breathed hard and slowly drew the edges of her blouse back over her chest, covered now only by thin underlinen. Her fingers shook.
“The young mistress refuses to be undressed,” Eloise answered in an accusing, complaining tone. She was the older head housekeeper.
Her tone was irritated, contemptuous. Aiden’s eyes widened.
“Are you out of your minds?!!”
The air thickened. Tess seemed far away, one hand pressed to her chest as though trying to stop her heart from forcing its way through her ribs. Her breathing was short, broken, as though she were drowning.
“She is the lady of this house. If she does NOT WANT something, then she does NOT WANT IT!”
He sounded like someone who had just tried to turn the world upside down. His voice cracked like a whip. Tess looked at him, something childlike and wounded in her eyes. But Aiden’s gaze was fixed on Eloise.
“But she must bathe! The water is ready!” the woman argued.
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