jaxon
The very nextday after Inessa’s period was over, I took her to see a specialist. I didn’t want to face another month like this, and while I knew the doctor had recommended a lot of things for her to take, I still wanted her to see a specialist just to make sure there wasn’t anything we were missing.
My job was to take care of her, and I would. She didn’t have to suffer anymore—not with me as her husband. I wouldn’t fucking allow it.
The moment I’d agreed to marry her was the moment she became my responsibility and my property. And I took care of everything that belonged to me.
My little wife was at the top of my priority list.
Inessa had been suspiciously quiet all day. It was worrying me, but she wasn’t pushing me away like she had last time, which I was thankful for. She needed me by her side right now, and no matter how hard she pushed, I wouldn’t go anywhere.
I’d learned that shit the hard fucking way. She wouldn’t be able to pull that kind of shit again.
“Alright, hun,” the doctor said, coming into the room. She pushed her glasses further up her nose, glancing down at Inessa’s chart. She’d already run multiple tests that morning. We’d been in here for hours now. It was almost ridiculous, but it was a small price to pay to get my wife help.
“What’s the verdict?” I asked, putting my phone away. I grabbed Inessa’s hand in my own, giving it a gentle squeeze. She didn’t rip her eyes off the doctor.
“Well, first question, are there plans for children in your future?”
“One day, but no rush on it,” I told her. “We’re newlyweds, and we’d like to enjoy the time we have together for right now.”
Inessa looked up at me, shock on her face. She wasn’t angry. In fact, she looked a bit relieved at my words. I leaned down and kissed her softly before turning back to the doctor.
Before I’d realized just how badly Inessa wanted me at all times of the day, I’d been focused on just getting an heir to please her family.
Now?
I wanted to enjoy the time I had with her without little ones running around disrupting us.
“Well, Inessa, the emergency room doctor was, indeed, correct. You have PCOS. I’m going to also recommend everything he already recommended to you. And if you don’t exercise, I would begin taking it up. Yoga or another slow-moving exercise regime is excellent for patients with PCOS. Exercising too much can actually send your body into a freak out, basically. Your hormone levels will spike, which will send everything else in your body into a tizzy.”
Jesus Christ.
I felt immensely bad for Inessa at that moment. PCOS was apparently a lot to fucking handle, but I was determined to help her transition. I wanted to make this lifestyle change as smooth as I could for her.
Which meant if the family had to witness me doing yoga with my wife every day, then so fucking be it. But damn if I wouldn’t enjoy the positions she and I would be able to move into during sex.
After writing Inessa another prescription for pain medicine for her next period with strict instructions on how to take it, we checked out and left the doctor’s office.
As soon as we were in the car, Inessa burst into tears. I quickly turned to face her, grabbing her face in my hands. Fuck, what had happened?
“Inessa, what’s wrong?” I demanded to know.
She sniffled. “I’ve never had someone care so much,” she cried. “I know it’s stupid, but—”
I cut her off, pressing my lips to hers. It wasn’t stupid. She deserved to be cherished, and I wanted to slaughter her family for never taking care of her like they should have. She should have never been made to feel as if her fucking pain didn’t matter.
She should have never been suffering in the first fucking place.
She moaned into the kiss, her lips opening beneath mine. I groaned and deepened the kiss all while I tugged her into the driver’s seat. She ground against me, her hands sliding into my hair. I ran my hands up her shirt and grasped her rib cage, groaning into her mouth when she moaned and whimpered, rubbing harder and faster against me, quickly getting herself off. And I didn’t stop her. She needed this. I knew when to be her dom and when to just be her husband. It was vital that I did to keep the balance between us.
She cried out my name when she did, and then, I shoved her dress up, yanked her panties to the side, and slid deep inside her wet pussy.
“Jaxon,” she moaned, her lips finding mine again.
“I’ve got you, baby girl,” I rasped, gripping her hips to bounce her up and down on my dick. “I’ve got you.”
“More,” she pleaded, running her lips over my jaw and neck. “Harder. I want more, Jaxon.”
I fucked her harder, rocking her body against mine, hitting that perfect spot inside of her all while I bumped her clit with my pelvic bone. It wasn’t long before she had her head thrown back, crying out my name, now bouncing on me all by herself.
I let her take what she wanted once again, a small reward for being open with me about how she felt, and then . . .
I truly fucked her until I ripped her panties off, making her cunt so fucking sore that she physically couldn’t take anymore.