*This is an edited and longer version of what I had first written. I combined and rewrote chapters 03 and 04 to hopefully create a more cohesive work. Please enjoy.
All characters are 18 years old or older. Thank you for reading (again)!
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Darcy stood in the kitchen kneading the dough before placing it into the oven. Baking was always a relaxing activity for her. Every measurement needed to be precise and put together in just the right order for it to turn out as planned. It was comforting for her to follow the directions exactly. Then, when she had done everything accordingly, she'd come away with a delicious blueberry pie or sweet loaf of cinnamon banana bread. Nothing in the world that was quite as reassuring as the smell of bread baking in an oven like the one she grew up with.
Darcy walked over to the bookshelf to grab the book she'd been working on as well as her pen and papers. It was strange to not wear anything underneath her dress. She had done just as her husband said and gave him every pair that she owned. It was exciting for her to know that underneath her dress' skirt there was nothing but her bare skin. Often, she felt the place between her legs was hot and wet. He only allowed her to wear panties if they were going to be out of the house. Even then, he would select the pair for her. Darcy enjoyed being told what to wear.
She sat down in her husband's royal blue, cushioned armchair and began her reading. It was a simple child's book filled with fables, but because Darcy's parents had never taught her to read, she was still having trouble with the vocabulary. Darcy copied the words she didn't know onto the sheet in order to ask her husband what their definitions were. Darcy thought it was strange that her husband could read complex books aloud to her and she would comprehend what he'd said. Whenever she tried to do it on her own, she was easily frustrated that the letters often did not match what sound they were supposed to make.
She'd gotten through a few more pages before she got up to take the bread out of the oven. Setting it out to cool, she started to set the table. Her husband would be home for work soon and she knew he would be tired. Most likely, he would want to go to bed as early as possible.
He'd gotten up before sunrise and left her a note with instructions for the day. They'd outlined her objectives for the day. She was to clean the floors, feed the chickens, clean herself up and get dressed. Then she was to bake or cook whatever she felt like and work on her studies as well.
When Darcy's husband walked through the door he was carrying more firewood for the oven. He set it down and walked over to his wife. His hands were dirty from his work outside. Without touching her, he kissed his wife on the check and went to clean himself up. He sat at the table. The room was quiet.
"Did you put any new words on you list today?" Jesse asked after he was finished.
"Yes," Darcy replied quickly getting up.
She brought him the list and sat down at the other end of the table. He reviewed it. "Your penmanship is getting much neater. I can tell you've been practicing."
She beamed at his praise, but said nothing. She adored when he complimented her. It made her feel a sense of pride and accomplishment at her work. Even if the praise was small, Darcy was always grateful for it.
"O-n-c-e," he spelled aloud, one of the words on her list. "This is another one that doesn't follow the rules exactly. Once. The 'c' makes an 's' sound and the 'e' is silent. And T-h-e-i-r that's 'their'. But, when it's spelled that way it means that something belongs to someone else; like 'their coat' you see?"
As he went on explaining the words on her list Darcy felt her chest tighten. There were too many rules to remember. She could feel herself beginning to get frustrated. Working hard to remember all the combinations of letters that make sounds seemed overwhelming, especially if they sometimes followed the rules and sometimes didn't. She began to wonder what idiot came up with the system anyway. Why make it difficult, she thought bitter at her own inability to understand.
"Are you making this up?" Darcy rolled her eyes, "Damn. I mean what's the point of having rules if none-"
"Excuse me?" he interrupted her. Looking up from the list, he scowled. The stern expression on his face let Darcy know she'd disappointed him, "What did I just hear you say?"
Darcy blushed embarrassed by her outburst. She fidgeted in her chair, "I didn't mean to-"
"I'm sure you didn't." He stood and walked to where Darcy was seated. Standing beside her now, his hand on her cheek, his thumb rubbing across her bottom lip, he said, "But, if you can't learn to control that mouth, I'll help you find a better use for it. Understand?"
Darcy was aware that her comment was out of line. He'd never used that language with her when he was irritated. She owed him the same respect. It was hard sometimes though because she didn't mean to blurt out obscenities or speak out of line. Curse words were so common in her house, and with the others she knew growing up. Still, that was no excuse. This was her husband's house; and she was to follow the rules he'd given her.
"Yes, Sir."
"Good." He replied with a lustful look in his eyes. "Now, pull up your dress for me."
Surprised, Darcy hesitated. "What?"
"Now, please." He said and although it sounded polite, Darcy blushed at the look in his eyes, "Spread your legs."
She obeyed, revealing her naked body to him. Displaying her body for him this way made Darcy feel very hot. The need for him to touch her was slowly creeping back. Instead, of giving her the relief she desired, he rested his hand on the chair. His palm was placed firmly between her open legs as he leaned into her. His lips brushed hers lightly. She leaned into him but he pulled back, looking her in the eyes.
"I won't have that language in my house," He stated firmly. "Is that clear?"
Darcy nodded, her eyes still locked with his. When he spoke to her this way, it was impossible not to feel attracted to him. His words were a lightning rod sending waves of electricity through her body. She was instantly wet.
"Very good." He said.
Just then, Darcy felt his fingers. She closed her eyes as he started playing with her clit. Her entire body tingled when he touched her that way. She moaned in the chair, but suddenly he stopped.
"Please, Jesse. I want you to keep doing that." She said shyly, trying to be good and ask for what she needed, like he'd told her to before. Jesse smirked but didn't give her what she'd asked for.
"Get in the bath." He said abruptly.
She looked puzzled, but did as she was told. She started to close the door, but he stopped it with his hand. She was surprised, but yielded to him, letting him keep the door open. He stood leaning in the doorway. The way he was looking at her made her legs feel as if they might give out. The place between her legs started to throb harder now.
"Come here first," He told her, his voice stern.
Darcy stepped towards him and he placed a hand around her waist, as he started to kiss her neck. His other hand traveled to her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple as she moaned again.
"Undress for me." He growled into her ear.
She looked at him, nervous, yet excited. She started to unbutton her dress and pull it off her shoulders. Her breasts were full but not too large for her delicate frame. Her pale pink nipples were the smallest he'd ever seen. The dress fell around her waist, her hips and ass hindering it from falling any further. Darcy felt incredibly desirable as her husband lustfully watched her disrobe. When she forced the dress down over her hips she noticed his hand at his erection.
Still clothed himself, Jesse told his wife to step into the tub. She followed his instructions. Once the tub was filled with warm water, he told her to lie back. Rolling up his sleeves, he placed one hand on the back of her head to keep her from getting uncomfortable. The other hand he placed between her legs. His fingers skimmed her inner thighs delicately as he looked down at her.
"Darcy there's something I want to ask you."
She nodded. Her eyes darted from his hand back up to his face. He wore a serious expression on his face. Darcy waited quietly for him to continue.
"I want you to tell me the truth. Can you do that?"
"Of course," She'd never given him a reason to think otherwise.
"How do you feel when I touch you?"
She was a bit taken aback. She knew that she adored his touch and that anytime he was in the room with her, she craved more of him. Nothing satisfied her as much as his fingers on her body or his mouth on her. Sometimes she'd daydream about him pleasing her while she was at home. She wanted to touch him as well. Even so, her lack of experience made her nervous to try. But, it was embarrassing for her to admit such things. Still, she thought, he had asked for her honesty.
"I like it very much. It's like nothing I've ever felt before," she said quietly. "I think about it sometimes, even when you're gone."
He smiled warmly at her response. Being able to evoke those thoughts made him feel proud and strong. His hand was getting closer to her sweet spot, but he would not touch it. Darcy was starting to feel frustrated. Yet, his teasing also excited her. She could feel her sensitive parts begin pulsing with anticipation. His strong hands were so close to her.
"Do you ever try to touch yourself there?" he asked, "While I'm gone?"
Darcy shook her head. Although, she'd thought about it, she'd been too nervous to try it on her own. She liked having him there. His hands always knew exactly what to do to make her feel good.
"Not ever?"
"No."
"Don't you want to?"
"Not really."
"Why not?" he asked hoping that she wasn't afraid to do it. Perhaps she thought it was some sort of sin. Jesse had no objections to his wife touching herself if she liked; however, he did want to provide her with every pleasure. It was presumptuous of him, but it made him feel incredible to think that he could be the only one to make her feel alive in that special way.
"I don't think it would be the same," she said, looking up at her husband, "I like when you do it."
"Darcy?" He said beginning to touch his wife's clit again, sending jolts of electricity through her, "I want to be the only one who touches you this way. I want to be the only one who makes you feel this good."
Darcy nodded, then squeezed her eyes shut with the pleasure coursing through her.
"Do you want that too?" He said sweetly, "Do you want only me to make you feel good?"
She moaned and nodded her head.
