CHAPTER 4
Chris
I felt pretty sure my cock had never been this hard before in my life. Something about the mix of anxiety and arousal I could see in Valerie’s face had aroused me beyond anything I’d experienced with the two girls I’d dated at school in the city, where there was no New Modesty Authority to keep a guy from enjoying himself thoroughly.
This was better, though. Old ways last so long for a reason. Valerie was scared, but I knew what the New Modesty Authority counselors had told me during our pre-wedding sessions. My new wife’s biometric readings showed she was highly submissive—more so than most brides they assessed. They’d warned me she would need firm guidance. A strong hand. They’d said her body would respond to discipline even when her mind resisted.
I’d seen the truth of that this afternoon, when I’d spanked her. When I’d felt how wet she’d gotten, even as she’d cried and begged me to stop.
My beautiful wife knelt before me now, her blue eyes wide and frightened as she watched my hands move to my belt. But I could see the other thing there too—the need she didn’t understand yet. The hunger that made her breath come faster.
I unfastened the buckle slowly, letting her hear the metal clink. Her lips parted slightly.
The button came next. Then the zipper, the sound loud in the quiet room. I watched fear and something else—something darker, more primal—chase each other across her delicate features.
I pushed my trousers down to mid-thigh, leaving my black briefs on. My cock strained against the fabric, harder than I’d ever felt it. The outline was unmistakable.
“There’s something inside here,” I said, my voice rougher than I intended, “that people have traditionally called a man’s manhood. The most important difference between men and women. Can you see it stirring?”
Valerie’s eyes fixed on the bulge in my briefs. She trembled so hard I could see it in her shoulders, her hands clenched in her lap.
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
I reached out and placed my hand on the back of her head, my fingers tangling gently in her soft blonde hair. She tensed under my touch, but didn’t pull away.
“You’re going to kiss what you can feel there,” I said. “Show me you can be an obedient wife.”
A whimper escaped her throat. For a moment I thought she might refuse—might even earn herself another spanking, on ourwedding night. But then she leaned forward, guided by my hand, and pressed her lips tentatively against the fabric covering my cock.
The sensation shot through me like electricity. My cock jerked hard against her mouth, and Valerie cried out in fear, trying to pull back.
“Shh,” I said, holding her head steady. “That’s natural. That’s what happens when a man’s wife pleases him.”
“It moved,” she gasped against me, her breath hot through the thin fabric. “I felt it move.”
“Because you’re doing well.” I stroked her hair with my thumb. “Keep going. Kiss it again.”
She hesitated, then obeyed, placing another soft kiss against my straining erection. Then another. Each touch made my cock pulse harder, and I heard her breath catch each time she felt it.
“Good girl,” I murmured. “Such a good girl for your husband.”
The praise seemed to embolden her. Her kisses became slightly less tentative, though her whole body still shook with nervousness. I could feel her learning—discovering what her touch did to me, how my body responded to her obedience.
“Now open your mouth,” I said. “Press your lips against it and breathe on me through the fabric.”
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Valerie
I couldn’t. How could I? A little sob rose in my throat.
But I did. I opened my mouth and breathed out, with my lips on the warm, hard thing inside my new husband’s briefs.
The heat of it shocked me. And the scent of him—oh, God, the scent. It was musky and dark and overwhelming, filling my nose as I pressed my open mouth against the fabric. It reminded me somehow of my own lewd scent, the tangy smell of wetness between my legs, but different. Masculine. Powerful.
My tummy somehow flipped and clenched at the same time.
“Nuzzle it,” Chris commanded, his voice low. “Press your face against it. You’re going to be doing this a lot, so you should try to get used to it.”
