The Marriage Bed Novels & Stories

There was no cozy couch in the room, leaving only the grand bed in the center. Katherine hesitated for a moment, wondering if Alexander would allow her to share the bed with him, despite their strained marriage. I wonder if he'll let me sleep on the bed with him tonight, he had made me move back in here with him, if he didn’t let me sleep on the same bed with him on our honeymoon, would he let me use the bed with him this time because of the promise he made to his mother? Taking a deep breath, she decided to confront the situation and find out where she would lay since there was no couch in here like there has been in the hotel room.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes dramatically and said, “Your question seems so lame. We are married, obviously we will share a room.” Fuck! Richard didn't think of that, but still he can't stay in the same room with her. “I know we are married, but we can't share a room. We both know that this marriage is all a game. Nothing is real. I will ask the maids to prepare a room for you.”

His clenched jaw get relaxed and by the look on his face indicated that he was trying hard to read my expressions. I thought of smiling but it didn't reached my lips. “Mayra let me get you straight to the point. We are married couples but only for the world there is nothing between us, in reality. For me you are just a woman who lives in the same house as I and there's nothing more I feel about you. It would be much better if you would also make this thought as your own." He said in a casual tone and turned his back towards me. From backside, the muscles of his shoulder became tensed.

He said in a dead tone while unwrapping a sandwich making me get mad at him immediately. Instead of blowing my top off, I decided to be the matured one and I kept quiet. "Wow, the defending girl has no defense this time." He was just trying get me to talk to him. I rolled my eyes and bit my tongue. "I have only been with Christian." "Been?" He shouted making me jump on the couch. My head grasped the indirect meaning of my words. "Married! I mean married. We haven't slept with each other before!" By this time, he was already breathing hard on the counter.

He followed a moment later, flooding me again, staying locked deep until every drop was inside. When he finally pulled out, he flipped me onto my back and looked down at the mess between my thighs with open ownership. “Don’t clean it up,” he said. “I want it leaking out of you while we eat dinner. I want you to feel me every time you shift in your chair.” He left me there on the bed, naked and shaking, and walked into the bathroom. The shower turned on. I lay staring at the ceiling, platinum band cold on my finger, his release slowly slipping down the inside of my thigh, and understood that the auction, the contract, and the vows had only been paperwork. The real marriage was happening in th

“When they talk about him tomorrow, I want you to remember who had you in this bed tonight. I want you wet at that table. I want you to excuse yourself and touch it in the bathroom thinking about this key.” He left. The lock turned. Mara lay there in the dark with her legs still open, his cum cooling on her skin and inside her, the wedding photo facing the ceiling like it had seen everything. She didn’t clean the sheet. She didn’t close her legs. She slid two fingers through the mess he had left and whispered, just once, the thing she was becoming. “Again.” Then she slept in her husband’s bed smelling like another man, already waiting for morning.

"They've been married for five years, but he's still a virgin. Who would be willing to marry him? Those who don't know any better probably think that he has some sort of disgusting disease." I pathetically sank to my knees and numbly listened to their insults. I no longer had the heart to care about the promises of forever that Wanda and I had once made to each other. Just as I prepared to leave, the chilling sound of a beep resounded in my ears. Mason stood a short distance away in a secluded corner. He was holding the remote, waving it at me. The fine hair on my neck stood on end as I watched the numbers rapidly count down. I mustered all the strength I had left to scramble to my feet and

This was the fourth ‘hint’ this morning on how to climb into Axel’s bed. My smile was tight across my face. In all of this, everyone had forgotten that I was technically a minor. Would Axel and the elders of the pack actually expect me to consummate the marriage? I shook my head, dismissing the thought. That was not what I should be thinking about now. Mara opened the door and I gasped. Walk-in closet. Bathroom with an actual tub. A king-sized bed. This was so much nicer than any other room I ever had. “I sleep here alone?” I asked, my hand pressing the bed. It was as soft as it looked.

Mr Knights says, his voice dripping with arrogance. “I agree. We should meet at the Bella Casa Hotel”. Dad agrees, his eyes searching mine, but I remain emotionless. “Alright, we'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Marshall.” “You too, Mr. Knights.” He clicked the phone off and looked at me, saying, “Well, you're meeting your bride tomorrow, son.” I give him a look. “Contract Bride. It's nothing more than business”. I say, knowing Dad, this is something he won't drop anytime soon.

His hand was moving my hand away from him, but I didn't let him. Hudson kept on mumbling the same words over and over again as I undressed him. "Stop. I'm married." That's what Hudson kept saying as I undressed him. I turned off the light in the room, and the only light left on was the one in the bathroom. The light from the bathroom was enough to fill a dimmed light in our room. I lay down next to my husband and hugged him in the arm. I was stunned when Hudson was pushing me. "Let go!" Hudson groaned. "I-I'm m-married."