Page 5 of The Marriage Demand

Elias pulled down the shorts she had chosen.

Winnie felt … strange. She was not afraid, but she was nervous. She had never had sex before, but she had read a lot of books. Reading and doing were two completely different things. She was a little afraid. What if she sucked at sex? What if having sex made him realize the mistake he had made, and he wanted to divorce her? So many scary thoughts rushed through her head, but as he removed the tank top, she didn’t voice any of them.

He had taken the lead, and within a matter of minutes, she had gone from being fully dressed to just her lingerie. She wore a white lace set that was so soft against the skin, and she loved the feel of it. Also, it made her feel sexy.

“Fuck me,” he said.

She didn’t quite know why he was saying that, and he didn’t tell her. He pulled her to the edge of the bed, and she watched as he sunk to his knees before her.

Winnie had pressed her thighs together. Now, she looked at him and didn’t fight him as he spread her legs open. He ran his fingers up and down her thighs, and she had no idea that a simple touch could feel so damn good. She didn’t want him to stop, and a moan escaped her.

Within seconds he had torn her panties from her body, and she was a little peeved about that because they were so nice.

“Shh,”

he said.

“I’ll buy you a new pair.”

He didn’t have to buy her anything, if he had the patience to remove them. Not that she said that. It was kind of nice as he pulled them from her body.

Winnie, stop analyzing every little detail.

She looked down at him as he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, and then slowly started to work his way up toward her pussy.

She had no choice as she laid down and then felt his fingers on her pussy. She felt so wet already and as his fingers stroked down the fine hairs of her sex, she wondered if he would have preferred her waxed.

“Do you want me to remove … my … you know?”

Her face was on fire. She had never thought she would have this kind of conversation.

“I don’t want to feel like I’m fucking a child. I’m happy for my woman to feel like a woman.”

She cried out as he slid his fingers between her slit and started to tease her clit. The sensations were more than she ever thought possible, and it rushed through her body like a fever pitch. He didn’t linger on her clit, and he didn’t move down to her cunt either.

Winnie was about to ask him what was going on, when he spread the lips of her pussy, then she felt the tip of his tongue as he glided through her slit. His tongue pressed to her clit, and he stroked back and forth, shaking her to her core. Elias took her clit into his mouth and sucked hard, making her moan, as the pleasure was intense and unlike anything she had ever felt.

She had not gone without orgasms, as over the years she had taken care of her sexual needs and hadn’t needed anyone else to fulfill them. Never did she think it could be better as Elias continued to tease her with his mouth. The pleasure was intense. When she touched herself, she was able to change up the pace, to slow it down in order to prolong it. With Elias in charge, she was at his mercy. He was the boss.

The way he teased her clit, to the point where she didn’t think she was going to be able to stand it, and just when she was right there, nearly asking him to stop, he’d pull away. The slow, sensitive torture was relentless. None of it was bad. It all felt amazing. So good.

She didn’t want him to stop, and at the same time she didn’t know if she could take any more.

His hands sunk beneath her ass and he clutched her in his palms as he started to lick and suck at her cunt. Winnie had never had her ass grabbed in such a primal way.

She didn’t know if she could take much more, and then, as if by magic, he flung her right over the edge, into an orgasm that took her completely by surprise. She wasn’t ready for it, yet it was the best feeling she had ever experienced.

Elias didn’t stop there. He kept going, pushing her harder. Again, she didn’t think she would be able to take much more, until he then pushed her over the next edge, hurtling her toward another orgasm. She cried out. The feelings were unlike anything she had ever experienced. His name spilled from her lips, filling the air, echoing off the walls.

There was no denying his mouth was deadly. Not only was it deadly in his commands, but now with the pleasure it wreaked over her body, in all the most amazing ways. She couldn’t think or focus. All that mattered were the feelings.

And then, she felt him move up the bed, and she opened her eyes. She hadn’t even realized she closed them. Looking up at him, she took a deep breath as he settled between her spread thighs. This was it. She was nervous and yet anticipating. She didn’t want it to hurt, but knew that was exactly what was going to happen.

Elias took possession of her lips, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, not wanting to let go. This is what she had been wanting. In that brief second, she truly hoped it wasn’t a dream she was going to wake up from.

She prayed, hoped, and then she felt the tip of his cock as he slid it through her wet slit, reaching up, and bumping against her clit. Another cry spilled from her lips, then he moved, and Winnie knew it was going to be painful.

Elias thrusted deep, tearing through the veil of her virginity. The pain was instant, shocking. She tried not to make a sound, only tears sprang to her eyes, but she didn’t want him to stop. All he had done was thrust in deep, and then he grabbed her hands, locking them together, where she had them squeezed into fists.

“I’ve got you,”

he said.

“I’ve got you,”

he repeated himself.

There was nothing more she could do, other than lay there and hope the pain ebbed away. In all the books, she read it left as fleetingly as it arrived.

Winnie hated it, and she only hoped it got better than this, otherwise, she had just awakened a relationship with her husband she might not be able to stand.

****

Elias left his wife in bed and made his way to the bathroom, where he took a quick shower, brushed his teeth, and changed while he was still there. He didn’t linger, and instead made his way to the kitchen.

One of his men was waiting for him, and he took the paperwork he had requested with all the relevant details of Bozo. The man owned a few properties, which surprised him. He thanked his man, and then he was alone.

The first order of business was coffee. His thoughts kept drifting to last night, and feeling his wife’s pussy wrapped around his cock. In all his forty years, he’d never been with a virgin. When he married Winnie, he didn’t for a second believe she was a virgin. He’d married her so he wouldn’t have to kill her.

Knowing she had been a virgin didn’t change anything. Even if she hadn’t been, he wouldn’t have divorced her. However, there was a small part of him that loved the fact no other man had touched her.

She belonged to him in every essence of the word. He knew that made him a hypocrite, seeing as he loved women long before he’d even met his wife. He’d never been shy of having a few sexual partners, and nothing was going to change that.

Until Winnie.

Then, there had been no one else, but his hand for the last four years. It was fucking stupid, he knew that. He hadn’t promised Winnie fidelity, and yet he granted it to her.

Now, he finally got a taste of his beautiful wife, and knowing what he had at the touch of his fingertips, there was no turning back. Winnie was who he wanted. She was what he craved, and he was not going to look anywhere else.

With the coffee percolator sending out the lovely aroma of beautiful coffee, he decided to go to the fridge.

Winnie rarely slept late. She was often an early riser like him. Most mornings, she would sneak off to her beauty room, only to appear an hour later, which was usually before eight o’clock. Checking the time, he saw it was a little after seven.

With eggs and bacon in his hands, he got started on cooking, which he rarely did. In fact, he often hated having to cook for himself. It was why he hired a chef for his country home where he spent a lot of time.

When it came to Winnie, there were not a lot of people he trusted with her care. His men knew they were to keep her safe and protected. Over the years, he had come to see that Winnie liked to take care of herself. She cooked and cleaned, even though he paid companies to do it. After a while, he simply stopped paying them. He had arrived home to find his wife cleaning, and the woman who was supposed to be doing that job sat, enjoying a cup of tea, talking to his wife.

He put an end to that, simply because he wasn’t going to spend money if he didn’t have to. Winnie’s response at the time was that it was his money to waste, and she was more than capable of cleaning. So, he let her cook, clean, and do the grocery shopping.

And here he was, in his kitchen, cooking breakfast. He was halfway through cooking the scrambled eggs when Winnie appeared.

“I thought I could smell breakfast.”

She had changed into a pair of sweatpants, and one of his shirts, which was not buttoned correctly. Her full brown hair was pinned to the top of her head, and curls seemed to fall around her face. She looked … well fucked. In the sexiest of ways. She was refreshed.

“Here, let me take over,”

Winnie said, holding her hand out for the spoon he was using to stir the eggs.

He placed it in her hand but couldn’t resist stealing a kiss. She moaned and then giggled.

“Morning,” she said.

“Good morning.”

He stepped away, poured her a coffee, then leaned against the far kitchen counter and watched her. She was a natural when it came to cooking, and within a matter of minutes, the breakfast was ready for them to enjoy.

For some odd reason, he never thought sweatpants could be sexy, and yet, the curves of Winnie’s ass were driving him crazy.

He carried their cups into the dining room, and Winnie brought in their food. Elias watched her as she took a seat.

He didn’t know if he was expecting her to wince. Last night had been intense. He’d licked her pussy, bringing her to orgasm at least twice, yet it hadn’t been enough to take the pain away. She had still cried out, and those small fists of hers had been scrunched up as if to expect more pain.

He hated every last second of it. Only, he’d not pulled out. He hadn’t brought a stop to it, even though he probably should have. He waited until she stopped fighting him. She hadn’t told him to stop, but the tension within her body had told him all he needed to know.

Slowly, patiently, the pain had ebbed away until there was nothing left, and Winnie had been the one to wriggle on his dick, which had been a fucking miracle. He also didn’t know how he could stand to take much more of the pleasure. And then he’d made love to her, bringing her to a third orgasm as he found his first.

Afterward, he’d done the gentlemanly thing by taking her to the bathroom and helping her in the bath. There had been soothing salts, and he’d gone to clean off the bed.

When he pulled out of her as they completed, he had seen the blood that coated the sheet beneath her. He’d felt so fucking weak, yet strong. Possessive.

He made money from willing women selling their bodies, and he got off on the fact his wife was a virgin. He knew that made him sound so many different kinds of asshole, but he couldn’t help it. She was amazing.

“How are you feeling?” he asked.

Winnie didn’t whimper or hesitate as she sat down.

“I’m good.”

She offered him the most adorable smile. “You?”

“I’m not the one that felt pain last night.”

And then he saw her cheeks start to deepen in color.

“It’s fine. I’m fine.”

She tilted her head to the side, and looked so cute as she did, and sexy.

“You snuck out.”

“There was no sneaking. You were out for the count.”

Winnie chuckled.

“Yeah, you did tire me out.”

Elias had intended to be the ultimate gentleman and allow Winnie to rest. Last night, she had teased him, tempted him, and he hadn’t been strong enough. He’d made love to her a second time, and then a third. After that, he refused and pulled her into his arms, where he forced her to go to sleep. By force, he held her hands away from his dick and just hugged her. Never had he hugged his wife, or any other woman.

Winnie was special. He knew that.

“So, I was checking, and today is the last of the artisan market,”

Elias said.

“Yeah, I know.”

She took a bite of some bread and turned to look at him.

“Do you want to go?”

She chewed and he watched as she swallowed.

“But you hate it.”

“You love it, and if there is anything you want, we can pick it up today.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah.”

Winnie frowned.

“But you hate it.”

“There are a lot of things in this world that I hate, Winnie. I can’t change them, and I have to put up with them. When it comes to you, you’re my wife, and I want you to be happy. So, I want to make you happy.”

“I’m starting to wonder where you might have put my husband.”

He reached out and put his hand on hers.

“I’m right here.”

And he wasn’t going anywhere.