All characters are 18 years old or older.
For those of you who may be new, this story takes place in late 1800s to early 1900s period in a rural area (and the technology used might not be exactly accurate to the time period, so if that ruins the vibe for you maybe skip this one?)
Trigger Warning: anal sex, bondage, oral sex, some speech restriction, dominance and submission, titles such as Sir, a woman in a domestic role, orgasm control/denial, an arranged marriage, and explicit language. This story is fantasy. You must be 18 years old or older to view. Thank you and enjoy!
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Chapter 8
"Tell me what you are Darcy," he growled.
"I'm your good girl," she replied, her voice straining as she tried not to come without permission. "Please, can I come now?"
"No," He said firmly, "Keep going."
"I'm pretty and smart," she said through her moans.
He fingered her harder, "That's what I like to hear. Tell me more."
Darcy moaned again. The feeling of her husband's strong fingers moving inside of her was exquisite. She could feel herself just beginning to bubble over with pleasure as he continued.
"Focus. Keep going," he said, keeping her right on the edge. She knew that he would not allow her to come until she'd said more. Her orgasm was clawing to get out. She felt all of her nerves buzzing with anticipation. But, Darcy had saved a few words in the back of her mind for when she could think of nothing else to add.
"I'm important," she said, her voice almost a scream, "I'm loved and I'm important."
Finally her husband decided that she had earned her pleasure. He pressed his lips to her and licked her swollen, pink clitoris. He could taste her sweet dripping cunt, as he used his other hand to stroke his hard cock. Darcy's muscles began contracting around his fingers as she arched her back and thanked him. The sound of her moans made his rod twitch as he sprayed a thick load of creamy white cum onto her stomach. When he had finished with her, he told her to lie still.
Darcy waited as he went into the bathroom and came out with a small towel. She felt that the towel was warm and wet as he began to clean her off. He placed the towel away and laid beside his naked wife. Her skin was warm against his own, her body soft and pleasant. Her back was curved, her knees pulled up to make room for him. He loved how they fit together. His strong arms wrapped around her made her look small. He wanted to protect her. She was beyond precious. Most of all, she was his.
Darcy had improved in strides. She'd more than doubled her list in the past few months. The initial time did take some work, but it seemed that each time she was able to add one good word it became easier to add another. She'd picked up momentum quite a bit. Jesse had even begun to notice a difference in the way she spoke not just about herself, but the way she conducted herself in daily conversations.
She was still quiet, still reserved at times. He wondered why he'd ever thought her outgoing. She was not. But his misconception of her made her no less valuable to him. He instead, like many other husbands, Jesse had found that after being married he had to learn about his wife all over again. So much of her character and mannerisms and habits had been a mystery. Still, Darcy had changed since they began creating this list. When she spoke, she was clear. She didn't mumble or stammer. She made eye contact more often. He could tell her confidence was being effecting positively and felt pride for her.
Still there was a negative side to all of this, he thought. With her newfound confidence Darcy had sometimes spoken out of turn or used coarse language. This irrupted Jesse greatly because he tired very hard not to interrupt her or speak in a crass manner. He thought he deserved the same respect. He was reluctant to address this behavior of hers because it was usually uncommon. Additionally, he didn't want to hurt her newfound, and fragile, confidence. He truly was proud of her progress.
"I love you you know," He said squeezing her tighter in his arms.
"I love you too," Darcy replied, reaching for his hand. She loved holding her husband's hand. It made her feel safe and protected.
"Could we go to town tomorrow?" she said turning towards him, "I'd like to see about getting a new book."
"I'd like that," Jesse replied, "Did you have something in mind?"
"Not really," she said casually, "Just wanted something new."
The next day Darcy was browsing the shelves at their favorite store, when she'd gotten a strange feeling. The store was usually empty, but this time it was as if someone was watching her. She stood up straight and turned to see if anyone was there. Her husband sat, reading on a large velvet couch. Darcy noticed that there was another man there. When she'd caught him staring it her, he immediately looked down, and began sweeping the floor with the old broom he had in hand. The man was younger than the storekeeper, but older than herself or Jesse. He was very tall and burly with a square jaw. His eyes were blue and soft looking, but the look he gave her was anything but innocent.
Perhaps he was related to the storekeeper, Darcy thought, but she didn't recognize him from anywhere. Darcy noted the look in his eye as he glanced back up at her. It made her uncomfortable. She shouldn't have been staring so long anyway, but it was strange to see a new face in such a small town. She walked towards her husband and sat down beside him. She reached for his hand and he turned away from his book.
"Did you find what you were looking for?"
Darcy shook her head. "Maybe you could help me find something interesting?"
Jesse stood and helped his wife to her feet. Placing a hand on her lower back, "I know just the thing," he said strolling to one of the smaller corner shelves.
There he bent and searched the shelves. His hand hovered over the titles until he found what he was looking for. Dust spouted up into the air as he plucked the old, leather book with the cracked binding off the shelf. He brushed the cover off with his sleeve. He knew it might be too hard for her to read at this point, but he wanted to push her. She was intelligent enough; she just needed more practice. She needed to read something that would help captivate her, take her away from her everyday life. Books had always done that for Jesse.
"It's not new," he started, "But, I think you'd like it. I saw it here before and thought that it might be interesting to you. I think that since you've been practicing it might not be too hard to master either. But, if you'd like me to read it-"
"I can do it." Darcy said cutting him off.
He smiled. "Why don't you sit with it awhile." he said gesturing at a nearby chair, "See if you like it."
