Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 335

Chapter 335: Heroine’s Husband Turn to Be Dominant
Lucan awoke next to his naked wife and to the sounds of the squirrels playing in the attic. Sleeping nude was a rare treat for the couple and very enjoyable. Maris’s skin was always soft and warm. He rolled next to her and placed an arm tenderly around her. Maris unconsciously snuggled closer and signed contentedly. Lucan could stay like this for hours he mused, lying next to Maris, feeling her warmth and softness, letting sleep drift over him. However, once awake, Lucan would not go back to sleep, so he let his mind wander.

What a day yesterday had been. Maris totally surprised him with the way she took control and was totally dominant. He had been under her spell the moment he saw her on the stairs in that corset. Oh, yes! That corset. That was a completely different look and a very erotic, sexy look. One he would just have to see again. But, he knew the price for that look. To be dominated and having to submit. Nevertheless, in this case, the ends did justify the means.

So, what was he going to do today? It was his turn and even though it was not a competition, he knew his wife would not outdo him. Being the more adventurous in the bedroom, Lucan definitely would not have the surprise factor Maris did. She was more docile, loving, but docile in the bedroom. Occasionally she would surprise him, but over all he was the one that controlled the what and how.

As he thought about it, a general plan started to form in his head. He would have to wing quite a bit, based on Maris’s reaction. However, the plan was doable. He thought about the lingerie she brought. The corset was out, being reserved for a specific purpose. He knew just the one. What else? Ah, yes. That will do and so will those. The ideas and inventory gelled into a viable plan. He lay under the warm covers, lovingly wrapped around his naked, sleeping bride, pondering the day until Maris’s eyes fluttered open.

“Morning. How’d you sleep?” Lucan asked.

“Dunno, I was asleep,” she whispered.

“That’s usually a good indication that it was good.” Lucan answered.

“Then it is. What time is it?” Maris yawned.

“About an hour and half before breakfast,” Lucan responded.

“Good, no need to rush,” Maris said and they lay in bed for a few more minutes, basking in each other’s presence, not saying much, just enjoying the warmth, the quiet, the squirrels, and each other. They eventually had to break the moment and get ready for breakfast. “Join me in the shower?” Maris offered.

“If I must,” replied Lucan laughingly.

The shower ended up being a “Tease Fest.” Slick with soap and wet from the shower spray, Lucan and Maris giggled like kids. They maintained their good humor and playfulness while dressing and all the way through breakfast. It was still early, so after breakfast they took a drive in the country.

Even though it was winter, the small towns, rolling hills, vineyards, and farmland were nice and peaceful. Their conversation was of the domestic type, about what to expect after leaving Saint’s Region, what type of monsters they may encounter or fight they have to fight and all.

That is not to say the teasing stopped. They were after all alone. By the time the couple arrived back to the cabin in early afternoon, they were on pins and needles.

However, they decided to relax and cuddle on the day bed, reading the newspaper. So, they settled into a lazy afternoon by the fire, reading comics, commentaries, and fashion. Maris decided it was OK to take another nap and was soon sleeping with a very content look on her face.

Lucan used Maris’s downtime to prepare. He went to the bedroom to scout out his needed inventory and to set the stage. Much of what Maris had used the previous day was still in the backpack. He would keep all that. He needed to add a few items, the crystal player and the crystal disk, a book of erotic stories, toys, lube, and other essential items. When all was packed, he pulled the lingerie he wanted Maris to wear from the closet and laid it on the bed. He also selected some perfume for her. He slipped into a pair of silk boxers and a pair of pj bottoms.

He took one final stock of the backpack and surveyed the bedroom. Smiling, he went downstairs to where Maris was still asleep on the daybed. He quietly stoked the fire, brought in more wood, closed the shutters, withdrew a half dozen scented candles from his pack, arranged them around the room and lit them all while Maris slept in the same room. As a reddish-golden glow filled the room and after the temperature had risen to a suitable level, he planned to see Maris naked most the afternoon and if all went well he too would have little on, he gently woke Maris.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Can I have a few minutes first? I have to pee and my hair is a mess. I think I should brush my teeth also,” she asked, smacking her lips.

“Surely. In fact, I left you a little something to wear on the bed. It would warm my heart greatly if you would indulge me and wear what I have selected,” Lucan smiled and said.

“Oh! You have? Well, if you have gone to all that trouble, then common courtesy dictates that I oblige you,” Maris stood up and climbed the stairs to the bedroom.

Maris was excited about what Lucan had planned. She went to the bedroom, to shower without even looking at what was on the bed. She wanted to be surprised after she came out of the bathroom.

Although she was clean, doesn’t need to brush or bathe, but brushing and bathing became a habit, and it also made her feel that she was clean, even though her power always kept her clean.