Page 6 of The Marriage Demand

One Week Later

Winnie lit the candle and then heard the door open. This was scary. She didn’t know if he remembered, but she did, that this was now their “true” fourth anniversary.

This was the day they met and married.

Four years exactly.

After today, they were going to be into their fifth year. She knew it was like three years and so many months, instead of four years, but once she got into the next year, it was pointless.

They never celebrated their anniversary.

She remembered it as it had fundamentally changed her life.

Just like a week ago, since they had started to have sex.

A lot of sex.

After they had gone to the final day of the artisan market, Elias had taken them to one of his restaurants, and she didn’t know what led up to it.

They ended up in his office, having sex across his desk.

It had been intense, crazy, and one of the single most erotic moments of her life.

They hadn’t stopped there.

The sex just kept happening, and she loved it.

Waking up to him kissing down her back, before rolling her over and licking her pussy.

Watching television, that ended with her naked and riding his cock.

In one week, she figured they had made up for lost time.

There had been a few lunches where Elias had returned to the apartment, and one look in his eyes, and she had known what he wanted.

Without a word, she had gone to him, kissed him, and they made love, and they fucked.

It was like she had entered a completely different life from her own. This was exciting and shocking, and everything in between. She loved it.

She spun around in time to see Elias enter the main dining room.

He was dressed in the same suit he had on that morning when he left.

This was unusual for him, as she had noticed over the years he often came home in different clothes.

In the beginning, she thought it was because he cheated. Now, she knew it was because he was taking care of business.

He stopped and looked at the table and then at her, with a frown.

“Happy Anniversary,”

she said, feeling her cheeks heat.

“I didn’t think you would remember, but this is when we first met.”

At first, he didn’t say anything. Then, he took a step closer, and another. He reached out, gripping the back of her neck, not tightly but firmly. He pulled her close, and within seconds, his lips were on hers.

“I remember, Winnie,”

he said.

“I have three other gifts in my office I intended to give to you, but I didn’t want to remind you of that night.”

“I know,”

Winnie said.

“I kind of … didn’t want to remind you, in case you regretted not killing me.”

She tried to make a joke of it, only she wondered if he did feel that way.

“I don’t regret a thing.”

And he kissed her again.

How did he do that? She was unable to think, and he had a way with his lips that just made her melt. She had zero control of what she could do or think. He was the master of her body.

“Happy Anniversary, Winnie.”

He kissed her again, and she truly believed their food was going to be spoiled because if he kept kissing her like that, there was not going to be any chance of her wanting to eat.

“I’m going to go and get your gifts.”

And with that, he kissed the top of her head.

Winnie felt nervous. She had a present for him. The other presents she had gotten were in the wardrobe in the bedroom. She made her escape to go and get them. Like him, she hadn’t known if they should celebrate their anniversary or not.

The memories of that night came flooding back to her as she grabbed the three remaining items. They were not massive items, or even anything of real value. Just little trinkets she had seen over the years that made her think of him.

One was a small wooden figurine of an eagle. The intricate detail struck her and she loved it the moment she had seen it. An eagle was a predator, exactly like Elias. Strong, resilient. The next gift was a chain. A single gold chain—sturdy, strong—and it had felt silly to have gotten it. Each time she passed something that made her think of Elias around their anniversary, she would get it.

Then, last year, she got him a vintage gun. She didn’t know exactly what it was, but it was in a boxed case, the kind you saw in historical movies, that sometimes looked like wood. It looked so real. She also knew he loved historical weapons. There were always things he picked up in each place they lived. In several of his apartments, there were different guns, and in his country home, there was even a set of swords.

This time, she had purchased him a set of whiskey glasses, along with the crystal bottle to match. He had a beverage cabinet, and a set of glasses. Usually, he only had a bottle of whiskey.

She didn’t know if he was going to like anything she had gotten him. Carrying them through to the dining room, she found Elias already there and waiting.

He looked down at her gifts.

“I might have gotten you some things over the last few years.”

Now the nerves started to set in.

She didn’t know what else he liked, and taking the time to potentially make a kill sheet seemed tacky. As it turned out, Elias loved the gifts she had gotten him, and he admired each one. He even put on the gold necklace she had gotten him. It didn’t look garish or tacky, it just suited him.

Winnie was shocked to see the gifts he had gotten for her. One of them was a set of jewelry, including a pair of earrings and a necklace, along with a matching bracelet. There was a single diamond in each, and they were breathtakingly beautiful.

The next was a designer handbag, from a limited-edition collection. She had admired it a few Christmases ago, and by the time she tried to order one, it was sold out. Elias had insisted she order it. Once it was sold out, there was no way to find one.

“How did you get this?”

she asked.

“I have my ways.”

She knew what that meant, and was not going to complain. Elias did have many ways of getting what he wanted.

The next gift was another set of jewelry, and the last one was a photograph album. This was a surprise.

“You’ve mentioned that you don’t have a lot of memories,”

Elias said.

“I figured it is now time to start creating some.”

She frowned and opened the album to see there were some photographs already inside. There was the one on their wedding day, taken by someone at the chapel. She wore the same clothes she had been in during the attack. Her hair was down, at the time, to her shoulders. Now, she had grown it out so it fell close to her butt. There were other random pictures, ones she didn’t even realize had been taken.

There was a picture of her on a ladder, putting an angel on top of the Christmas tree. It was their first Christmas together at his country home. There was even one of her dressed up as an elf, and then for Halloween, she attempted to dress as a ghost.

It was rare for them to get trick-or-treaters where they lived. In one apartment building, there had been a notice posted that kids would be visiting, which was strange, as the previous year, in the same building, that hadn’t happened. Winnie couldn’t even remember seeing any kids as she came and went.

There were ten pages of pictures. Some taken of the two of them. Others of her, and a couple of him.

“You’re helping me create memories.”

“Yes.”

“You didn’t have to do this,”

she said, but she was so touched.

“Well, if you didn’t like it, I also purchased these.”

He held up lingerie that was very skimpy.

“Lingerie?”

“Yes, after all, it is our anniversary.”

She couldn’t help but laugh, and she took the lingerie from him.

“I’ll be right back.”

****

If his enemies could see him now, they would all know he had a weakness, and that was his wife. Elias would give anything to her. All she had to do was snap her fingers, and it would be hers. No questions asked. That kind of power a woman had over a man was dangerous.

Winnie was not a dangerous woman. She was sweet and kind. Being married to him hadn’t changed her one bit.

He sat at the head of the table, and the items she had gotten for him were all beautiful. As it happened, he loved artwork, collecting pieces, or seeing something he liked, regardless of the cost. It didn’t need to be expensive for him to like it. It just needed to be good. If he had to choose a least favorite, it would be the gold necklace, but he wasn’t going to upset Winnie by taking it off.

Winnie appeared, and she wasn’t just dressed in the lingerie. She had on a very sexy dress. He couldn’t quite tell with the low lighting if she was a little embarrassed. The lingerie had been so tempting, as it didn’t have a crotch. It was sexy, and he wanted to see his wife in it.

For now, he was going to let her do what she needed to do, by getting their dinner. She had cooked his favorite—steak and potatoes—with some peppercorn sauce. Slicing into the steak, it was perfectly cooked. Just a shot of pink in the center but not dripping blood, and certainly not raw. He liked his food properly cooked. The potatoes were soft and buttery. Everything was delicious, mouthwatering, and he couldn’t get enough.

Once food was done, he was more than ready for his dessert.

She cleared the dishes, then she came out with a cake. He could tell this was not purchased from the local bakery. This screamed of Winnie’s touch.

“You did all of this?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He had wanted his dessert to be Winnie spread across the table so he could lick every inch of her. He’d wait to have his extra dessert until after she had served the cake.

It was rich, moist, filled with chocolate, and with a dollop of whipped cream on the side, it was extravagant. His mouth watered to take a bite.

Once that was finished, he watched as Winnie left, only to come back. The food had been filling, but not overly so.

“Come here,” he said.

Winnie stepped toward him, and he pushed his chair out far enough so he could grab her hips, spin her around, and sit her on his lap. His dick was already rock-hard, and he wanted to push the skirt of her dress out of the way and thrust balls-deep inside her.

He had one arm banded across her stomach, and with the other, he began to run his fingers up the inside of her thigh, going beneath the skirt, and then he felt her pussy. She let out a gasp.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“Like I’m not wearing panties.”

He groaned, and then touched her clit. His wife was soaking wet.

“Do you like not wearing panties?”

“I like the thought of what you’re going to do to me more.”

He moved from her clit, slid down, and then pushed a single finger inside her. She cried out, and he added a second finger. She was so tight, and she rocked against his hand, her soft moans driving him crazy.

He didn’t know if he would have the patience to hold back.

Suddenly, he let her go and stood her up.

Grabbing the hem of her skirt, he started to pull it up over her body, and then he threw it across the room.

Now, his wife was naked, except for the panties that had no crotch, along with the bra that was missing pieces as well. Her nipples were on full display.

His cock was getting harder by the second. He had no choice but to grit his teeth, as his wife was a temptation he couldn’t deny himself. So beautiful, and so trusting.

With Winnie, he knew there was no game at play. She was open and willing, and all his. It was a heady experience, especially after a lifetime of people attempting to exploit and take advantage.

It was different with her.

Wrapping his fingers around her neck, he noticed that she liked it when he touched her this way. Not to hurt, but just to hold. He was the one in control, and this is what she loved.

Holding her neck, he pulled her close, and to test his theory, he touched her clit, pushing a single finger inside her. She was so wet, and as he kissed her, he felt her grow even more so.

He didn’t put pressure on her neck. There was no reason to. This was not designed to hurt or scare her.

And then, breaking from the kiss, he added a second finger to her cunt, as he got to her neck.

Biting down on the pulse at her neck, he heard her soft, subtle moan that echoed around the dining room.

Also, she tightened around his fingers.

Her pussy grew even wetter, and he gritted his teeth, as another wave of temptation struck him, to thrust her over the table and fuck her hard.

He wanted to drive Winnie crazy, and then reward her.

He wanted to feel her tight pussy wrapped around his cock as she came.

There were so many things he wanted to do to her, and he held himself back.

For now, he was going to touch, tease, and play with her body, to see what drove her wild.

Another moan fell from her lips.

He stopped sucking her neck, and he knew he hadn’t been light there.

That was going to leave a mark.

Now, he kissed down her body, going straight toward her nipples.

Taking one, and then the other, he flicked his tongue across each budded peak, and another moan left her.

She arched up against him and seemed to grind down on his fingers. He turned his fingers and pressed his thumb against her core.

Another gasp filled the air, and he gritted his teeth, feeling her getting closer to her orgasm.

He moved to the next nipple, and she cried out as he bit down.

This time, he did so just a little too hard, and he soothed out the pain with his tongue.

“Please,” she said.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes.”

“Good. It is good to want things,” he said.

She let out a growl and it was so cute.

He moved her toward the table, and as it happened, it was screwed to the floor.

He pulled his fingers from her pussy, lifted her up, and placed her on the table.

Within seconds he had the lingerie off her. It looked sexy, but Winnie needed to be naked for him. The moment he had her in that moment, he was lost.

Kissing her, he reached for the buckle of his pants.

Winnie was already there, opening up the button, easing down the zipper, and reaching into his pants to take out his cock.

He pushed her hands out of the way, gripped his cock, and then slid inside her, going balls-deep.

They both cried out, and he felt the ripples of her pussy wrapped around him, and that wasn’t even her orgasm.

Once inside, he held her close, just enjoying the feel of her.

He still hadn’t used a condom, and he never intended to.

He loved fucking his wife, and the prospect of getting her pregnant was just too enjoyable to stop.

Elias had never thought about having kids.

They hadn’t been at the forefront of his mind, but now they were.

He wanted to have a family with Winnie.

He wanted to have it all with his wife, and that had to be one of the scariest prospects of all.