“Will you do me the honor of being my wife?” Chase said.
Erica was struck speechless. She nodded enthusiastically as tears fell from her eyes. Chase slipped a gorgeous ring on her finger. She stared at it in disbelief. Chase stood and wrapped her in his arms.
“You can trust me completely,” Chase said. “I’ve never loved anyone or anything as much as I love you.”
Erica clutched desperately at his chest. “Thank God for you,” she said, softly.
*
Though Chase and Erica couldn’t wait to be wed and have full privileges to each other’s bodies, they took their time planning the wedding. Seven months after Chase proposed, their wedding day arrived. Erica had spent months picking out the flowers, music, dresses, and a thousand other tiny little details. But when she walked down the aisle of the church, her white lacy veil covering her face, all she could see was him.
Chase’s dark suit was fitted trimly to his solid body. His dark hair was freshly cut, and put into place by a small amount of gel. He smiled broadly when he saw Erica walking towards him. Erica giggled giddily under her veil.
The reception was an elaborate affair and with enough food to feed a small country. Erica and Chase performed the wedding traditions; being introduced as husband wife for the first time, their first dance, cutting the cake, and running out of the church as guests hurled rice at them.
Inside the limo, they were finally alone. Chase held Erica’s hand, and pulled her close to him. Her dress was tight and unyielding, so she had to scoot across the leather seats. She rested her head on Chase’s shoulder while he fiddled with the buttons on the back of her dress.
“We need to get you into something more comfortable,” Chase said.
Excitement surged through Erica. She was hopelessly attracted to Chase, and so far had had to control her urges. Now, with God’s blessings, they were free to enjoy each other. Erica’s heart thumped with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. She was a virgin, and suddenly she had a husband, and a responsibility to see to his pleasure. What if she didn’t know what to do?
The limo took them to a bed and breakfast just outside of town. The newlyweds rushed through checkout, eager to get upstairs. Once in their room, Chase popped open a bottle of champagne and handed Erica a glass.
“To us,” he said, toasting her.
“To us,” Erica whispered. She couldn’t take her eyes off of her husband. Chase had loosened his tie and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt. Erica couldn’t wait to undress him further.
They’d barely finished half of their champagne when Chase took both of their glasses and set them down.
“I have something for you,” Chase said. He handed Erica a red, satin box.
Erica opened it excitedly. Inside the tissue paper was the most beautiful fabric she’d ever seen. It was white silk, but there didn’t seem to be much of it. She pulled it out of the box and saw that it was a dainty negligee.
“I’ve been holding on to this for a long time,” Chase said. “Imagining the day when I could unwrap it from your body.”
Erica took a sharp breath in. “I’ll go change,” she said, then went to the bathroom.
The negligee had thin straps, a plunging neckline, and a skirt so short Erica’s bottom was exposed. Erica stared at herself in the mirroring, wondering how she could walk out wearing so little. Every time she worked up the courage to open the door, she chickened out. No one had seen this much of her body before. Yes, Chase was her husband, but it was still all so new. Chase knocked softly on the door.
“Are you coming out?” he asked.
“In a minute,” Erica answered.
There was a long pause.
“Is everything all right?” Chase asked.
“Um, yes,” Erica said, then sighed, defeated. “I’m a little embarrassed. I’m not used to showing so much of my body. Do you mind if I put on something else?”
“Erica,” Chase said in a tone that made her perk up and listen. “Let me remind you that I’m your husband now. I told you to wear the lingerie, so that’s what you’re going to wear.”
Erica scrunched her face at her reflection, then turned to the side. The hem of the negligee rose halfway up her bottom when she moved.
“I don’t know, Chase,” Erica said. “This isn’t very comfortable.”
She could hear Chase breathing on the other side of the door. His voice was low and stern when he spoke.
“The wife does not have authority over her own body, but the husband does.”
A sigh fell heavily from Erica’s mouth. She stared at herself, solemnly. Chase was right. She no longer had free will of her own, she’d submitted it to her husband. She belonged to him now, body and soul. Erica unlocked the door, and Chase walked in. She’d seen the expression he had on his face before, when he disciplined one of his players, but it was never directed at her.
“Chase, I’m sorry, I-“ Erica said.
“You hesitated to obey me,” Chase said. “That’s not a good way to start a marriage.”
Erica suddenly remembered her exposed body. She covered her chest with one arm, and tried to pull the bottom hem down to cover her bottom. Chase grabbed her wrists, and pulled her arms away from her body.
“Don’t hide yourself from your husband,” Chase said. He looked down at her body, letting his eyes linger on the tops of her breasts. Erica gulped, having no choice but to let him look at her. He let go of her wrists, and she rested her arms by her side. With his hands on her waist, he turned her around. Erica clenched her eyes shut as he studied her. He even raised the hem, exposing her whole bottom. Chase pressed him chest against her back and whispered into her ear. “You are mine. You need to learn that.”
Erica took a deep breath and nodded. Chase wrapped his arms around her chest, then pinched her nipples through the silky fabric. Erica nearly shattered in his arms. He grabbed a handful of her breast, then wetly kissed her neck. Erica forgot about her modesty, and ground her bottom back into his hardening cock. Chase gripped the side of her face, turning her head so she faced him.
“I won’t tolerate disobedience,” he growled.
“It won’t happen again,” Erica said in a small voice. “I promise. It was just a small mistake.”
Chase pressed his mouth to her temple and smiled. “Small fumbles lose games.”
Erica’s eyes fluttered closed. She was going to be punished on their very first night of marriage. Chase led her out of the bathroom. He stood a few feet away from her, studying her body.
“There’s no sense in being embarrassed,” he said. “You’re absolutely beautiful.”
The tension in Erica’s muscles released. Chase smiled at her, showing her the man she loved. There was no need to be afraid of him or his discipline. Chase sat on the edge of the bed, then offered her his hand. He guided Erica to lie across his knee. The negligee bunched up around her waist. Erica reminded herself to breathe easy and not be embarrassed. He was her husband, and she belonged to him.
Chase laid his hand on her lower back, then caressed down the slope of her bottom. Erica shivered from his touch. He grabbed her flesh, squeezing slightly, then releasing. Erica’s body warmed, and she panted with desire.
“The next time I ask something of you, don’t hesitate to obey,” Chase said.
“Yes, sir,” Erica whispered.
“Just relax.” Chase stroked her hair, then raised his hand in the air.
Erica tried to take his advice and keep her body loose. Chase smacked his hand against her bottom, and Erica cried out loudly. He’d hit her so hard, she felt the vibrations in her hipbones. He spanked her again in the same spot, and that’s when she noticed the raw, burning sensation spreading over her bottom.
“One more,” Chase said.
With a breath, he raised his hand again, and exhaled as he smacked it broadly against her soft flesh. The pain that was already there was exacerbated. Erica felt a dull ache, and knew a bruise would soon form. But she was al
so feeling something else, a tingling in her entire body, so strong it trumped the throbbing sensations. She could feel a wetness growing between her thighs.
Chase stood her up from his lap, then placed his hands on her hips, turning her towards him. Looking up at her, he grabbed the hem of the negligee and lifted it up over her stomach. Erica fought the urge to cover herself as Chase gazed at the intimate area between her legs. He lifted the negligee up, higher and higher, until her breasts fell out. Chase traced the slope of them with his hand, and rubbed his thumb over her sensitive nipple.
The dull ache in her bottom seemed to aid the desire that rushed through her. Chase leaned forward and kissed just below her belly button. He left soft kisses across her stomach while fondling her breasts. Erica closed her eyes, craning her head back and moaning softly. With his thumbs, Chase parted the soft lips between her legs, then leaned forward and tasted her.
Erica clutched at the back of his head while he lick her clitoris. The pleasure was so intense, she feared she’d topple over. Chase licked in small circles, pulsing his tongue against her. Just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, he slipped two fingers inside of her. He rubbed and licked, applying more and more pressure. Erica felt herself rising, and when she was at the top of the crest, she toppled over, throttling through time and space. Moans lifted from her mouth and filled the room. It was the first time she’d ever orgasmed, and she hadn’t expected the ecstatic spasms that the rocked her body.
Chase rose to his feet, then gently pushed on Erica’s shoulders until she was down on her knees. She was still exhilarated from the pleasure he’d given her, and was willing to do his bidding. Chase hooked his thumb in her bottom lip, pulling her mouth apart. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his hard cock. Erica gasped when she saw how long and thick it was.
Chase grabbed the back of her head, then pressed the head against her lips. Erica opened her mouth, and Chase pushed himself in over her tongue. Erica opened wider to accommodate him. Chase pushed on the back of her head, guiding her to take him deeper. Erica had never done this before, so she followed his lead. He held her head steady, pushing his cock in and out of her mouth, setting the rhythm. After a while, Erica started to enjoy the act. Chase’s groans melted over her, turning her on more.
Chase’s movements became more hurried. He pulled his cock out of her mouth, then helped her up to her feet. Hunger flashed in his eyes. He embraced her and kissed her deeply, pawing all over her body. Picking her up in his strong arms, he laid her gently on the bed. Erica was still while Chase rose up, then placed a hand on each of her knees parted her legs. He intertwined his fingers in hers, and looked into her eyes as he slid himself inside of her.
Erica’s head craned back as he filled her completely. Chase collapsed forward, kissing her neck and chest. Erica could feel her delicate skin spreading over him. Chase reared his hips back, and began to thrust. Erica was filled with a pleasure greater than anything she’d ever imagined. It was a pleasure grounded in love, which made it all the more fulfilling. She rose quickly to orgasm, and clutched at his muscular back as her toes curled. Chase buried his face in her neck, breathing heavily into her ear as he took his pleasure in her body. When he climaxed, he plunged deeply inside of her, then rested his head on her chest.
Erica stroked his hair while he kissed the sides of her breasts. When he looked up at her, his eyes were soft and full of love. Her bottom throbbed with the beating of her heart, and she saw how it was all interconnected. The spankings, the kisses, the rules, and orders, it was all the same. It was all done with love.
Epilogue
Erica was working on another spec article, the latest in string of dozens she’d written since marrying Chase. Now that her husband had control of her decisions, he’d encouraged her to pursue her career with more ambition, and to submit articles to other publications. Each article had met with a rejection letter, and today, Erica checked her email to find yet another rejection waiting in her inbox.
She ran her fingers through her hair, wishing she could tear it out. Chase had ordered her to keep writing, to keep submitting, no matter how many rejections she received. To Chase, giving up was the ultimate sign of weakness.
But Erica was ready to give up. She couldn’t take the frustration anymore. She’d spent hours and hours on those pieces, researching and writing, and had received nothing in return. She still had her job at the sports magazine, and wondered why she couldn’t just concentrate on that.
Chase walked in the front door. Erica decided she was going to have to talk to him about this, and see if she could convince him to forget about writing the spec articles, at least for now. She heard his footsteps walk briskly up to her desk. She took a deep breath, and turned to him.
“Chase,” she started, then was distracted when he threw a piece of opened mail on her desk. “What’s this?”
“Just look,” Chase said with a grin.
Erica narrowed her eyes as she pulled open the envelope. The letterhead said it was from The Times. From the very first line, Erica couldn’t believe what she was seeing.
Congratulations, it started.
Erica gripped the paper between both hands, reading the word over and over and again. All the late nights, the tremendous amount of work, the worries and frustrations were all worth it for this surreal moment. Erica’s heart swelled with pride.
“Congratulations,” Chase said.
Hearing him say that made it all real. Erica jumped up from her desk and hugged him around the neck. “This is amazing. I can’t believe my name will be printed in The Times. This is a game changer.”
“You earned it,” Chase said, kissing her on the lips.
Erica jumped up and down while hugging him. It was all thanks to him. He’d helped her achieve her wildest dreams. Chase kissed her neck and swatted her on the bottom.
“Now get back to work,” he said. “We’ll celebrate later.”
“Whatever you say.” Erica kissed him on the nose, then sat back down behind her desk.
Obeying the Coach
It was a rare Saturday morning when Chase didn’t have practice, and he and Erica took advantage of it by strolling down the path next to the lake. The water was a crystal clear blue today. Erica stared out over the luminous surface wistfully, squinting through the sun as boats made their way across the clear surface. Chase stood next to her, eyes closed, enjoying the cool breeze.
Thanks to the beautiful weather, the path was crowded today with families and couples. A familiar woman with red hair strolled a baby carriage past them. Erica remembered her from a few months ago. The woman had been very pregnant, and waddled slowly down the trail, her husband holding her hand and helping her along. Now, she had a brand new, pink faced baby. Erica peeked into the carriage as it strolled by, and swooned at the round cheeks, and at how sweetly the baby was sleeping.
“Congratulations,” Erica said.
“Thank you,” the red headed woman said politely, then kept walking by.
“Do you know her?” Chase asked.
Erica shook her head, still staring at the carriage as it was pushed farther and farther away. She acutely felt an emptiness in her arms, and her life. It was only recently that Erica had begun to long for a baby. She often asked God when it would be her turn.
Chase took her hand in his, and she followed him down the path. They came upon a cute cafe that specialized in crepes, and decided to stop for breakfast.
“This coffee is amazing,” Chase said, sipping from his mug.
Erica fiddled with the handle. “Mmm hmm,” she said, absentmindedly, watching the steam rise from her cup and then dissipate.
Chase reached across the table, slipped his finger under her chin, and made her look at him.
“What is it?” he asked.
Erica shrugged. She wasn’t ready to get into this right now. “Nothing.”
“Nothing,” Chase repeated. “You know I hate that word. Come on, spill it.”
Erica ga
zed into her husband’s stern eyes. He wasn’t going to let her get away with not telling him. “Fine,” she said with a sigh. “Lately I’ve been really wanting a baby.” She looked to Chase tentatively. They hadn’t talked about children much, only to say that they both wanted them someday. What if Chase wasn’t ready?
After a short pause, Chase broke into a smile. “Me too,” he said.
Erica breathed with relief. “Really? How long have you felt this way?”
“Until just a moment ago when you said something,” Chase said. He held her hands. “Now all I can think about is you carrying my child.”
Erica was giddy with happiness. “So, should we start trying?”
Chase nodded. “I think we should. And the sooner the better.”
As soon as they got home, Erica went online to find out all she could about trying to conceive. She combed through articles and message boards, trying to separate fact from fiction. Would eating pineapple core really help her fertility? If Chase drank lots of caffeine, would his sperm swim faster? As a journalist, Erica was well versed in finding the truth.
After a bit of leg work, Erica felt liked she’d worked out how best to optimize her chances of conceiving. She ordered ovulation tests, a monitor to track her temperature and heart rate, pregnancy tests, and prenatal vitamins.
“We’re on our way,” Erica told Chase that night at dinner. “The packages should be here shortly.”
Chase cocked his head with a glint in his eye. “What if I don’t want to wait that long?”
Erica giggled. “We don’t know if I’m ovulating or not.”
Chase stood from the table, then walked over to her and pulled her up in his arms. Erica closed her eyes as his warm lips pressed against hers.
“I’m willing to take that chance,” Chase said, then scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom.
*
The next day, Erica found out she’d been assigned to cover the local elections. Though it was important for the electorate to be informed, elections were also a lot of work. Erica knew she’d be pounding the pavement, sitting in on endless council meetings, fact-checking speeches, and analyzing poll numbers.
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