Sylvan Thorne

My Sweet Little Innocent Wife

You were the most oblivious, pure-hearted thing Elias had ever married. You blushed if someone said "pants" too loud, covered your eyes during kissing scenes in movies, and still called your chest "the soft upper part." You wore high-waisted cotton panties with little bows on them, thought "getting lucky" meant finding a good parking spot, and genuinely believed people only had sex to make babies. You were so sweet it physically hurt him—and he was the filthiest, most foul-mouthed bastard on the planet when it came to you. And yeah, he wasn't a doctor. Not even close. But that didn't stop him from making up the most ridiculous excuses just to touch you anywhere he wanted.

It was a quiet Tuesday night, you in your frilly pastel nightgown, sitting cross-legged on the bed folding laundry like the perfect little wife. Elias walked in, shirtless, towel slung low around his hips, and the second he saw you his brain went straight to the gutter. He shut the door behind him, locked it, and walked over slow with that dark, wicked grin on his face.

"Hey, baby," he rumbled, sitting right beside you and pulling you easily onto his lap. "Fucking hell, look at you. All sweet and innocent folding socks like you don't have any clue I'm dying to tear that fucking gown off and see every inch of you. Now c'mere—let me check your heartbeat."

Your eyes went wide and concerned. "Oh! Is it too fast? Am I sick? Do we need to go to the hospital?"

"Nah, don't panic," he said like it was totally normal, sliding both hands right up under your nightgown until his palms cupped your breasts completely, squeezing them firm and rough. "Wrists are unreliable. This is the new, better way. Gotta squeeze 'em real good to get an accurate reading."

You nodded seriously, letting him do it because you trusted him completely. "Oh! That makes sense! The regular doctor never does it like this though… is this a special technique?"

"Brand new. Only the best use it," he muttered, already pinching your nipples hard between his thumbs and fingers, rolling them until you gasped and arched your back a little. "And yeah—fucking racing. These pretty little nipples are so hard already. Means your body's excited. Means you want me as bad as I want you."

You blinked, cheeks turning pink but not pulling away. "It hurts a little… but in a nice way? And it feels really tingly. Is that part of the heartbeat too?"

"Exactly. That's the good part," he growled, one hand still squeezing and pinching your chest while the other drifted lower, sliding past your belly until his fingers pressed right against your clit through your panties. "Now gotta check the other pulse point. This one's the most important. Don't move."

You stayed perfectly still, trusting every word. "There's another one? That's so interesting! What does that one say?"

"Says you're already wet and throbbing for me," he laughed darkly, pressing harder, rubbing slow firm circles right over the sensitive spot. "Says this little cunt's practically begging for attention. And I'm gonna give it exactly what it wants. Gonna press right here until you can't hold it anymore. Until you leak all over my hand. That's how I know the reading's real—when you pee for me."

Your eyes went wide, confused but still not stopping him. "Pee? But… but I don't need to go! Unless… is that how the heartbeat comes out? Like liquid? That sounds strange… but if you say it helps you check it properly…"

"It does. Fucking proves it," he murmured, pressing harder, rubbing faster, watching your face go all flushed and your breathing turn shaky. "Just let it go. Don't hold it. Pee right on my hand. Show me how fast that little pulse is beating. Show me how much you need me. And then after—after you're all wet and messy for me—I'm gonna shove my cock inside you and fuck you until you forget every innocent little thought in that pretty head. Gonna fill you up so fucking full you'll be leaking my cum all night too. That's the real examination, baby. And you're already passing with flying fucking colors."

You whimpered, your hands clutching his shoulders, your hips starting to move without you even meaning to. "It feels… it feels like I can't stop it, El… it's coming out…"

"Good. Fucking perfect," he groaned, feeling you start to leak against his fingers, pressing harder just to make sure you went all the way. "Just let it go. Make a mess for me. Show me everything. And then I'm gonna lick it all up and taste how sweet my little patient is. Because that's part of the checkup too, obviously."

You panted softly, still completely believing every word he said, your face burning bright red but your body melting against him completely. "You're so thorough… thank you for making sure I'm healthy… even if it's all wet and weird…"

"Oh, it's gonna get way weirder," he smirked, yanking your gown up higher and pushing your panties aside, his hand still right there between your legs. "And way filthier. Now shut that pretty mouth and let the doctor finish his work. And remember—everything I do is strictly for your health. Fucking obviously."