The Marriage Bed Novels & Stories

Sex before marriage wasn't forbidden, but it was thought to increase the strength of the bond if the mating ritual was coordinated with the wedding rituals. Iris almost squealed at the sudden opening of the bedroom door and the emergence of Lady Marie, who walked casually into the room and fixed the trolley in its place, like she hadn't walked in on two mates, almost having sex and that she couldn't smell either of their arousals at all. Dom reluctantly let Iris go and stood up, his bulge protruding proudly from his pants, which he hadn't changed before sleeping yesterday.

In the middle of the room was a king-size bed with the shape of love made using petals of roses. "This is beautiful. You know you don't have to do this much for a marriage that isn't real," I remarked and he chuckled. "I know but that doesn't mean we shouldn't make it real besides this marriage might be a contract but everything we do is real. I'm never going to marry again so I might as well just do one or two, don't you think?" He replied. "Alright then. So before we get to rest for the night, shall we go over the rule of the marriage once again?" I asked.

"Rome, go to bed! This is what you wanted, an open marriage. Now we have one." The night was far from over.

Before I knew it, I was being pressed down on the bed, roughly, but not enough to hurt me. “You know, darling, you should never go to another man’s chamber at night when you are married.”

"You'll sleep in my bed and we will consummate the marriage." "I want my own room and no on the last part." "You can have your own room, but you will sleep in my bed and the consummation of the marriage is non-negotiable." "Why? We can just say we consummated the marriage, it's not the middle ages. No one will check for blood on the sheets." "No." "What? You're not comfortable lying? Please."

I answered. "What!" Philip Forbes stood up abruptly. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?! We're a married couple so technically we should be sleeping in the same room and on the same bed," He argued. "You seem to forget that this is not a mutual marriage but a marriage of convenience and that we're not a married couple, we're strangers bound by a contract. By the way, you really expect me to sleep on the same bed with a stranger? if you do, you're ridiculous," I pointed out.

She waved her chopstick at the pyjama-clad fence posts. 'I'm trying to explain to these men that we don't need any new beds.' 'Then you're explaining wrong. I told you I was having the double taken out.' 'Yes, but I didn't think . . . Brand, we are married. This is ridiculous.' 'No,' said Brand. 'It's sheer self-preservation. And a damn sight more comfortable than the floor.' 'But—'

It was like the cells in my head were throwing a wild after-party, banging against my skull and tugging on my eye sockets as they danced. “Here.” Davy held out two tablets, and he helped me into a sitting position, watching as I took them and closed my eyes, waiting for the effect to take place. “Where are we, love?” I whispered, the drummers in my head quieting down after they had received their bribe—Advil. The room was brown and white; the table beside it held little, and yet it held no recognition. The bed was too small to be ours; otherwise, I would be sure to get a refund or even leave the marriage, as there was no way I was consummating my wedding with this tiny-ass bed that seemed li

But the real masterpiece— Was the bedroom. Maria stepped inside and immediately felt the warmth from another fireplace at the far end of the room. The bed was low to the ground, its mattress ridiculously oversized, covered in thick white sheets and a fur-lined duvet that practically begged to be ruined. Luca stood behind her, hands in his pockets, surveying the bed with a satisfied smirk. “Perfect height for fucking.” Maria rolled her eyes. “That’s all you think about?” Luca shrugged. “Hard not to when I’ve got my little wife walking around looking edible.”

Even she was troubled by the revelation of this news. The children promised and were sent to their rooms to enjoy the rest of the night before retiring. Suddenly, there was a disturbance at the front gate. Many arrived with picket signs: Marriage is a union of one man and one woman. Marriage is sacred. Evil is those who commit adultery.