The Obedient Wife (an erotic short story) (2 page)

The daughter shivered at the deep, warm sound, unsure whether it was pleasure or fear, and also unsure which excited her more.

The miller smiled, pride lifting his chest. “This is the treasure I offer you.”

The beast turned to the side. “Come in. I would see whether the rest of her is as lovely as her face.”

The daughter stepped quickly inside, her heartbeats thudding against her chest. As the door closed behind her, she slowly drew the heavy gown over her head. Standing naked beneath the creature’s dark glare, for the first time in her life, she felt a curling heat settle in her belly and moisture slide down her thighs.

With quick inhalations, the beast sniffed the air around her and trailed a claw along her shoulder. While he stood behind her, she could have sworn he licked her neck, and she trembled with the need for release from the sudden tightness of her quim.

After a long, tense moment, the beast snorted and strode toward a chest from which he hefted a large bag of gold. He handed it to her father and ushered him to the door.

“B-but I would stay for the wedding!” her father stammered, glancing backward.

“Do you want the gold?” the beast asked, his voice deepening in warning.

Her father gulped and clutched the bag to his chest and fled.

Alone with her new husband, the miller’s daughter felt a thrilling desire war with sudden fear. Would he ravish her or eat her?

The beast turned slowly, stepping onto her gown, his long talons tearing at the fabric. “Is the air warm enough for you, my dear?”

Although she shivered, she nodded her head.

“Then you will have no need for your gown.” He walked away toward a long, stone staircase that hugged the wall of the large, open hall.

Although her fortune was lying in shreds on the floor, she was unwilling to be left in the drafty shadows below, so she scrambled after him.

He paid her no heed as she wheezed, following him up and up to a tower room. Once inside, he set a large timber against the latch, locking them inside, then turned to stare. “Are you afraid of me?” he asked, no inflection in his voice to hint at his intentions.

Remembering who she was—a beautiful woman, not a timid mouse—she tossed back her hair. “Should I be?”

His eyes blinked, and then a glower pulled his thick brows together, and he approached. “You stand naked and unashamed. Are you not a virgin?”

The miller’s daughter gave silent thanks she still was. Feeling virtuous for her good foresight, she lifted her chin. “My woman’s furrow has never been plowed, milord.”

“And yet you do not blush.”

“Shouldn’t I be proud of my beauty? And since you will be my husband, ’tis your right to gaze upon my naked flesh.”

He grunted, and then lifted his chin toward the narrow bed in the center of the room. “I would have you rest now. I’ll come to you in the darkness.”

“But what about now? Don’t you want…?”

A brow arched over his black eyes.

She could have sworn a smile crimped one corner of his lips.

“In darkness. Do not light a candle. I will be most unhappy if you do.”

Her face falling with disappointment, she nodded, and then flopped down on the edge of the bed. “But I’m not tired.”

The beast hesitated at the door. “Would you like…company…before you sleep?” he asked, his voice gruff.

Her eyes widened and heat filled her cheeks. “Yes, milord…if it is your pleasure.”

“The miller did not lie,” he murmured.

“My father is not clever enough to lie,” she blurted, then pressed her lips together for fear of revealing more of her true nature than she already had. Her obeisance seemed to please him. So she sat silently, eyeing him, wondering what form his offer of company might take.

The beast strode toward her, and then stood silently, eyeing her.

Keeping her gaze modestly pinned to his boots, she wondered what he saw and whether he appreciated her face and form. And then she wondered if she might tempt him because her desire was overtaking her good sense. Plus, she was mightily curious about how a beast took a wife.

He sniffed and a low growl rumbled. “Do you desire me?” he asked, with hint of incredulity in his voice.

Perhaps the women here weren’t as adventurous. “You will be my husband. Shouldn’t I feel desire?”

“I am unaccustomed to inspiring anything but fear.”

“How did you guess I desire you?”

“Your scent. It’s…intoxicating.”

She’d been called many things, but never that. Flattered, she offered a little smile. “I will admit to curiosity about what will happen between us tonight.” She eyed him from beneath her thick lashes. “If you would, could you assuage a little of my…anxiety?”

Suddenly, he went to his knees. “Open your legs to me and fall back.”

Surprised by his crude command, she obeyed, opening her thighs then resting on her elbows.

Her breath held as one long, wicked-looking claw gently traced the edges of her folds. She wondered if curiosity had led her into grave danger. How could he see to her pleasure if he opened her flesh with a talon? Her body stiffened.

“I’ll not harm you, sweetling.”

She relaxed and closed her eyes, her breath catching at the shocking stroke of his tongue. Her quim clenched, and he drew back. Then he lifted her thighs and placed them over his broad hairy shoulders, lifting her bottom from the mattress.

When his mouth began to suckle her folds, liquid gushed to greet his tongue. “I’m sorry.”

He chuckled and kissed her between the legs. “You please me, beauty.”

She settled with a satisfied sigh and dug her fingers into the edge of the mattress because the rasp of his tongue was a pleasure so great she wanted to shout, but she didn’t want to spoil the moment with a shrill sound.

His tongue lapped around her entrance, stroked over the button at the top of her folds that she’d teased when the pig herder pumped inside her ass. But he licked away from the nub, and she stifled her disappointment, only to gasp again when his unusually long tongue stroked inside her channel.

Unable to resist, she undulated her hips, sighing and gasping as he gently entered her over and over. When he stopped all of a sudden, she moaned. “Why did you stop?”

“I fear the beast that I am will be overcome. You are so sweet, so responsive, and I mustn’t take your quim until tonight. I cannot risk your maidenhead.”

“But there are other places a man…or beast…can take with his…member. Or so I’ve been told,” she added breathlessly.

“You’re too innocent for that kind of play, my dear.”

“But I would please you, in whichever way you wish.” She lifted her head to meet his dark gaze and offered him what she hoped was a shy smile.

He seemed to think about what she’d said, his eyes studying her, but she held her smile, and kept her eyes wide open and innocent.

“Turn around and climb onto the edge of the mattress.”

She did so, eagerly presenting her bottom.

He growled deep in his throat and more liquid dripped down one thigh. His tongue caught the trickle then smoothed up to clean her folds.

The miller’s daughter moaned and widened her stance, dipping her back to offer him everything he wanted if he would just take her and be done with the intimate act. Although there had been no ceremony, she was his wife by her father’s agreement. For the moment, she was more than willing to fulfill the bargain.

His tongue trailed upward, past her folds to the tiny back entrance she found so deliciously sensitive. He swirled his tongue over it, parted her with his massive hands, and thrust the tip of his tongue inside her.

The sensation was almost enough to send her to that place her clever hands delivered her nightly. He thrust and licked and thrust and licked until she forgot she wanted more.

But he withdrew, and the sound of clothing rustling stirred her excitement more. Something thick and firm prodded between her buttocks. She found him bigger than even the smithy and breathed through her nose to calm her heart and ease the tightness of her arsehole.

He slipped inside, his breath catching, and she smiled with pride that she could please him. His great paws bracketed her hips, and he began to thrust against her bottom, tunneling deeper and deeper until she was sure he’d split her in two. Not that she minded. To die in the thrall of such immense pleasure was its own torturous journey.

“Pleasure your nubbin,” he growled.

“What, sir?” Her words whooshed out on a gasp.

“Use your finger to tease the knot at the top of your folds. You must know where it is and its purpose.”

“I know it,” she admitted. “’Tis how I kept myself virgin.”

He moved again, driving into her arse, explosive thrusts slamming deep as she swirled her finger over the slippery knot, the tension in her belly building to a painful crescendo. “No more. I can take no more,” she groaned.

“Then come for me, sweetling,” he said, driving all the way inside her until the hair of his thighs abraded the insides of hers and his hairy balls clapped against her quim.

’Twas too much. Her back bowed, and she howled long and loud, and then collapsed to the bed, her naked breasts scraping on the fine counterpane beneath her chest.

His thrusts slowed; his growling became a steady, rhythmic purr.

When he stopped completely, she hid her face against the mattress to hide how pleased and fulfilled she was.

He pulled free and turned her to her back, leaning his long hairy torso over hers, and gazed downward with his frightening, black gaze.

She shivered, but realized the cause was not fear, not even a little bit. Her sex still convulsed in shallow pulses, and she wished she could know the feeling of his sex shafting deep inside her.

Gaze narrowed again, he bent over her. His tongue lapped at her lips until she gasped and sucked it into her mouth. He pulled away and gazed down at her. “You are sure you are a virgin?”

“My quim has waited for one such as you, milord. Look deeply again, and you will see the barrier is intact.”

His face contorted into as near a smile as she imagined he could give. “Tonight. Close the curtains over the window. I will come to you again in darkness.”

When he made to leave, she rolled to the center of the bed. She fell asleep within seconds.

That night, she stirred when the wind tossed the thick curtains cloaking the windows. She woke feeling drowsy, an ache in her arse, and another more pleasurable one building between her legs.

The wooden door creaked open and a dark shadowy figure approached the bed. Her heart stilled for a second. “Milord?”

“’Tis I.”

His voice sounded softer, and she smiled in the darkness, having no doubts she’d pleased him earlier.

“You aren’t frightened of me?”

“Of course not.”

“I would ask for your obedience tonight. Unquestioned obedience.”

Her body reacted to his request with surprising enthusiasm. She scissored her thighs to rub the moisture seeping from her body between them. “I will obey.”

“You must raise your hands above your head and clasp the rungs of the headboard. You cannot let go, no matter what passes.”

She liked this game more than she was willing to say and reached slowly above her head to wrap her hands tightly around the iron rungs.

“Now, open your legs and raise your knees. I want the cradle of your thighs completely exposed.”

“Can you see me?”

“In all your splendor, my love.”

She liked the way he said that, almost as though he meant it. So she parted her legs and raised her knees, letting them splay as wide as she could.

The mattress dipped at the foot of the bed.

Her heart began to beat wildly. “You will do it now?” she asked hoarsely. “You will take my virginity?”

“If that is what you offer me, then yes.”

“It is yours, I swear.”

“And yet your arse has known another man.”

“I…” Her breath caught on a sob. “I have no excuse, can offer no apology. But I can tell you I took no carnal joy of the men who used me.”

A sigh sounded. And she hoped he wasn’t angry.

“Your quim, it will be mine alone?”

Relief washed through her as she gave her honest answer. “Yes. It is yours. My virginity saved for just this moment.”

“Then we will speak of the past no more. Do not touch me as I do this. You may not touch or see me. Promise me.”

She didn’t think twice about his strange instructions, sure his purpose was to make their first mating more erotic. “I promise.”

She felt the heat of him hovering over her, heard the sounds of him stroking his cock inside his palm, then felt the nudge of its head against her quim. Her breath hitched and liquid spilled again.

“So sweet. So wet,” he groaned, feeding his sex into her channel, filling her with his thickness and thrusting only an inch or two inside, the thin membrane proving her innocence stretching.

“I want more. I can take more,” she moaned, sensations tickling deep in her belly.

“Slowly; I have no wish to harm you.”

“I ache for you, milord. Fill me!”

With one push, he thrust forward, tearing past her virginity.

She howled then quaked beneath him, her body arching as pleasure and pain cut so deeply she feared she’d unravel like a shredding ribbon.

He thrust and bucked, but never so deeply she felt the fur around the base of his cock or the clap of his thick, hairy balls.

“Deeper,” she cried out.

“’Tis as deep as I am meant to go. I’m nearly there.” He thrust hard again, crowding through her slick walls, choking the throat of her womb—and it was enough.

Her body shuddered and jerked. She bit her lips to hold back her wild cries because she was hurtling fast toward the ceiling.

His shout echoed in the room, but he didn’t linger after he spent his seed. He pulled away, climbing off the mattress and backing from the bed.

“Why do you leave me?” she asked, sitting up and wondering if now that he’d had her maidenhead he no longer wanted her.

“I leave because I must. You will stay. You must keep away from me until morn. Promise me you will obey.”

She promised, but as soon as she said the words, she wasn’t sure she could keep her vow. She was too curious. Still aroused.