Private Wife

They ascended to the very top floor of the building. Naturally, her owner would be living in a penthouse. Katy mentally prepared herself for the meeting, but she was surprised when the escort spoke to her.

"Your owner is out at work until the evening," he told her, "I will let you in and lock the door behind you. I am told there is a letter for you on the table in the living room."

After saying that, the escort did just that, leaving Katy alone in the hallway.

The apartment was large, and from the lobby the girl carefully walked towards the living room, her heels clicking on the wooden floors in total silence. It appeared that her owner will not come meet her until later in the evening. Tentatively, she walked towards the large table in the living room, that could accommodate twelve people at once, and indeed there was a short letter lying on the desktop. The handwriting was neat and tidy, and the letter read:

"Make pasta for the dinner. Everything you need should be in the kitchen. Don't touch anything else and wait for me, I will be home at 7 PM."

Katy couldn't help but smile in relief. The orders were simple and straightforward, everything she could hope for. And the best thing - she could already do something for her Master! 7 PM was more than three hours away and she had plenty of time. Pasta was easy.

Still smiling, she hung her cloak neatly onto one of the chairs, found an apron in the kitchen and set to work.

***

Katy was sitting on the chair in front of the table, patiently waiting for her owner. She cooked the pasta, which was now resting in the oven to keep it warm. She was a little bit concerned that her Master didn't specify what exactly he wanted for sauce, so she made a classic Bolognese. After she was done, Katy carefully cleaned the kitchen and laid the table for her Master. She could serve the dinner in a minute now.

Now, all she had to do was wait for him to return. She put her cloak back on, temporarily concealing her body, because she knew it had to be a reveal. Her eyes were shooting towards the clock every minute and with every passing moment she grew more and more nervous. Will he like her? Will he like the food? Did she do everything to his liking?

It was very important for a woman to please her owner. If he didn't like her, he could send her back and demand a refund. Katy was determined to do everything to keep her Master satisfied.

6:35... 6:37... 6:43...

Finally, she heard the sound of a door opening in the lobby. Katy couldn't help but suck in a shaky breath as she stood up and went to greet the man who bought her. What was important now was to stay calm and smile.

As she saw him, Katy's heart trembled. It was him! That guy who she noticed at the auction. There were several men who caught her attention, but he was the one who made the greatest impression on her. Previously, she hadn't dared to hope that it would be him who'd bought her so that she would not be disappointed if things happened to be otherwise. She was resolved to be a good wife to anyone who took her. But right now, upon finally seeing him, she couldn't help but let a genuine smile of joy spread on her face. Katy was feeling very happy.

"A girl with a funny face," he mused, walking slowly towards her, making her blush. She still felt embarrassed for having to do the face for him, and he hadn't even laughed. "Gosh, you look like a little angel now that you're here."

Katy was deeply moved by those words. She of course knew who angels were and being compared to one was a great compliment.

"Thank you, Master," she said coyly, looking down because she did not dare to stare at him.

"Let's see..." he finally approached her, slowly tugging at the ties of her cloak, letting it slide to the floor, "You are indeed an angel," he shook his head after appraising her for a full minute, "What's your name? They only had numbers at the auction."

"Katy, Master."

"Katy... I like it," he nodded, not daring to touch her as if she was made of glass. Having grown up in a society of men, he naturally knew how precious women were, "My name is Mike. But you keep addressing me as you do," he told her. There was no reason to let a woman forget her place, no matter how divine and treasured she was.

"Yes, Master," she smiled happily.

Katy's heart felt like it would burst out of her chest. Suddenly, she felt like there was not enough air in the room. The mere presence of the man to whom she belonged made her flush and feel hot.

"Did you cook the dinner?" he asked a bit strictly.

"Yes, Master. Should I serve it?"

"Go ahead."

Katy quickly hurried to the kitchen, her heels clicking on the floor as Mike was left staring at her. From the back, she was even more alluring, filling him with innumerable desires. He picked up her cloak from the floor and took a deep breath, inhaling the soft scent of his new wife. He forced himself to calm down. There was no need to rush the enjoyment.

"Why did you serve for one person?" he frowned, as he reached the table.

The look of nervous horror crossed Katy's face, but she forced herself to calm down.

"Oh, Master, do you have guests invited?" she asked nervously. She was afraid that she didn't cook enough.

"I want you to dine with me," Mike said, frowning slightly.

"Oh..."

Katy was both puzzled and overjoyed. She was taught that a woman should serve her husband while he had his meal and eat later, when she had free time. Master's request to eat with him clearly showed that he cared about her and wanted to share food with her. Katy quickly laid a place for herself at the table, to the right of her Master.

"From today on, unless I tell you otherwise, serve food for the two of us," he told her as she brought the food.

"Yes, Master," she smiled shyly, feeling deeply moved by the gesture.

The only problem was, she found it extremely hard to eat beside him. She was constantly afraid to do something wrong, to make a bad move or otherwise annoy her owner. She ate in small bites, keeping her elbows close to her body and not daring to look up from her plate.

"The food is good," Mike praised after a minute.

"Thank you, Master," Katy smiled happily, risking one glance at him. At least he liked her cooking.

"Would you like some wine?"

"I've never had it before," Katy said as she shook her head nervously.

"Here, have some. How do you like it in my home?"

"It's very big, Master," Katy told him honestly, taking a sip of wine.

It was sour and she put the glass back on the table. She was used to spaces packed with people and now this entire place was only for the two of them to live in.

"And I only saw the kitchen and the living room."

"Oh, so you didn't explore?" he asked, feeling slightly surprised. For him, it would have been natural to have a look around.

"I wouldn't dare, Master," Katy said as she shook her head, her eyes wide, "You told me not to touch anything."

"Ah, so I did," he smiled, "I'll show you around later, but you can go wherever you want in the apartment."

"Thank you, Master," Katy smiled gratefully.

She did feel that her Master was very lenient with her. Hopefully, he would be a good owner. So far she was feeling very happy and moved by the care he surrounded her with.

"That's enough," he said as soon as she finished eating her last bite. "Let's go to the bedroom now."

"Yes, Master," Katy said obediently.

She didn't give it a second thought, so her facial expression didn't change. If he wanted her to go to the bedroom with him, she would. Maybe he felt tired after his day of work? She stood up, but then saw her owner chuckling as he looked at her, shaking his head.

"Master?" she asked, puzzled.

"You are so innocent," he mused, "But I'm going to change that now."

This surprised Katy even more. As far as she was aware, she hadn't done any misdeeds, but Master wanted to change it? He wanted her to be guilty of something? She couldn't understand that at all.

"Come," he ordered as he suddenly stood up, taking her hand in his.

This small contact made all the hairs on Katy's body stand up and she instantly felt hot again. She knew that her Master was special; she just never imagined he would affect her in such a way. She felt bothered, tense, and she didn't know how to handle it at all. The good thing was that she did not need to know, as her Master led her across the living room and into a large adjacent bedroom. Inside, Katy found the largest bed she had ever seen in her life. Five or six people could easily sleep there without ever bothering each other.

"Sit," her Master ordered, pointing at the edge of the bed, and Katy obediently sat down.

Mike took time looking at her, appraising her white lingerie on her soft pale skin. To be honest, he himself had no idea how he should act with a living girl like her. It was his first time with a real woman too. Oh, he had plenty experience with androids, but that was all different. The expensive models he had were very lifelike, almost indistinguishable from humans at first glance. But that was just it - almost. Whatever else they seemed to be, they were artificial. They wouldn't complain even if you did something wrong and you couldn't hurt them - not truly.

Compared to them, a girl in front of him was totally different. The way the pupils of her hazel eyes dilated when she looked at him, the way her hand trembled slightly when he took it in his own. Even her barely noticeable scent was unique, arousing, and real. It could not be replicated.

This girl in front of him was a living, breathing woman, and Mike naturally treasured her deeply just because of that. She could someday bear his children. But what was important right now was that she was a person so pure, so innocent and clueless about what he was about to do to her. Will she like it? Will she be scared?

There was a certain appeal in a young girl who was inexperienced like this, but there was also danger. If he hurt her, even if she didn't show any sign of it due to her upbringing, it would stay with her forever. It was his responsibility as her husband to guide her down that path as gently as he could, to try and leave only good memories about this first time.

"So, you don't know about sex at all?" he asked a bit helplessly.

Katy was a little bit taken aback.

"Well of course I know, Master," she told him solemnly, making Mike's brow arch, "My sex is female, yours is male..."

Katy's voice faded away as her Master started laughing uncontrollably. Did she say something wrong? She was confused now, so she blushed deeply, thinking that she must have made some mistake.

"Okay, I get it," her owner shook his head, smiling, and then seemed to be deep in thought.

Katy patiently waited, sitting on the bed, her hands nervously twisting the hem of her chemise. Finally, Master seemed to reach some decision and walked towards her. He stood in front of her, looking down at her beautiful face. She was more than a head shorted than him, and now, sitting on the bed, Katy felt even smaller, having to look up to see his face. Suddenly, very carefully, his hands began to stroke her shoulders and upper arms, to play with her hair.

"Do you mind if I touch you?" he asked softly, bringing a strand of her blonde silky hair towards his face and inhaling deeply.

"I don't mind, Master."

Naturally, as her owner he was entitled to anything. At the same time, his touch caused goose bumps on her skin, making the feeling that was steadily growing inside her soul become even more pronounced. She was immediately filled with uneasiness and trepidation, but in a good way. She couldn't sit quietly at all.

"I will kiss you," he said.

"Yes, Master."

Katy knew what kissing was. Just this morning the girls kissed while they bid each other farewell. But to her surprise, Master tugged her chin upwards lightly, bent down and planted a soft, fleeting kiss right on her lips. A sudden wave of panic made Katy go still for a moment. She wasn't expecting this at all, but the surge of energy that shot through her was beyond anything she ever experienced. Unknown feelings were raging inside her soul - longing, impatience, awe.

"So beautiful," he whispered, planting another soft kiss on her lips, "Like a little angel."

This time she met his kiss with her own. It was natural, automatic, and she kept kissing him just as he kissed her. Katy couldn't help but sigh softly, as the feelings inside of her chest longed to find an escape, an outlet.

She felt his hands tugging on the drawstrings of her chemise, letting it part, baring her chest. Slowly, she felt his hands go from her shoulders to her breasts, stroking, caressing her skin inch after inch. Katy found she could not keep on kissing her Master on the lips, as he went down, kissing first her lower lip, then her chin, moving down her neck.

By now, her mind grew completely fuzzy, and she didn't try to think about what he was doing. She just let everything happen, as clearly her Master liked what he was doing as much as she did. Katy couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he reached her collar bone, his hands now on her breasts, squeezing slightly. She felt him press down on her gently and obeyed, lying on her back, watching him as he began kissing and sucking on her breasts and nipples. The feeling was very unique, unlike anything she ever experienced, and at the same time Katy could feel something bigger behind it, as the muscles in her lower belly clenched delightedly in rhythm with her Master's kisses.

Suddenly, he backed away, watching her closely. Only now did she seem to notice that he had deep brown eyes, almost as black as his hair. But why did he stop? She didn't mind if he continued, had he kissed her enough? He looked in her hazel eyes carefully, and she didn't dare break this contact.

"Now it's your turn," he suddenly said, climbing on top of the bed and lying on his back.

Did he want her to kiss him? To suck on his chest? Katy didn't fully understand this but she obediently sat upwards, starting to kiss her Master on the mouth, like he did with her before. At least she knew where to start.

Undoing his shirt was harder than her chemise, which was held only by a single string, and Katy found it especially difficult with her hands shaking like they were right now. Thankfully, Master helped her, undoing most of the buttons himself.

As soon as she was done, she started going down, kissing his chin, feeling the evening bristles under her soft lips, and neck. His chest was hairy, unlike hers, but she didn't have a chance to go that far, as Master stopped her at that point. She looked at him, puzzled. Didn't he want her do the same he did before? Or was she doing it wrong? But as she looked back at her owner, she saw him smiling approvingly and smiled back.

"Give me your hand," he said, and Katy obeyed without a thought.

He kissed her fingers softly a few times, then slowly took her hand down his body, letting her feel the soft hairs on his chest, and further down across his stomach and towards his pants.

At that point, Katy's eyes widened in surprise, as she felt something there, underneath the soft fabric. Master left her hand there, letting her explore this hardness that she didn't expect to find.

"Go on, take it out," he urged her.

"Yes, Master"

Katy obediently began undoing her owner's belt and unbuttoning the pants. She slid the zipper open, and moved his underwear down. What she saw was by far the most bizarre thing she has ever seen in her life. Technically, she could recall seeing something like that on the picture in one of the classes, where they studied the difference between men and women. But there it looked much smaller and... softer.

"Um..." she wasn't sure what to do from there.

"That's my cock," her Master said, smiling, "Touch it."

"Yes, Master."

Upon being given a direct command, Katy didn't hesitate now. She didn't expect to see a member with veins sticking out, but she didn't have any particular thoughts about it. It was the part of her Master's body. Naturally she wouldn't be hesitant or repulsed to touch it, only... she was not sure how he wanted it. Tentatively, she reached out and pressed her fingertips gently against it. 'A cock' was warm and twitched slightly as soon as she touched it.

"Like that," Master took her hand, wrapping it rather tightly around his cock, and stroked it up and down a few times. When he let go she kept the motion going, holding onto the skin and sliding it atop the rigid inner core.

"Yes, Master," she smiled rather more confidently, stroking her owner's cock with her hand.

"Kiss it," he said gently to her, watching her reaction.

"Yes, Master."

She didn't hesitate at all. She reached down and started kissing he cock in her hands softly. To Katy, it was an exciting new game. After all, Master kissed and sucked on her breasts before. Who was she to hesitate kissing his body back? She was very excited at exploring his body closely. Before, she'd seen only poorly drawn undetailed pictures of men, but now she got to see and touch her Master. She never imagined his chest would be firm and hairy, and of course she never, in her wildest dreams, imagined he had such a thing hidden down below. The added benefit of it was that he seemed to like it very much, sighing and relaxing in her arms, much like she did in his before.

"Good girl," he said, making Katy's soul sing from the praise, "Now stick your tongue out and lick it from the base to the tip..."

Katy obeyed, completely concentrated on pleasing her Master further. The strange thing was, as she licked and kissed on the cock, still stroking it with her hand gently, she herself was growing more and more agitated. She found that her panties had gone completely moist. She had had this happen before on several occasions, but generally it happened in the mornings. She was rather ashamed for this to happen right now, in this important moment, but there was not much she could do about it.

"Do you want to suck on it?" he actually spoke to her this time, asking for her wishes.

"Yes, Master," Katy said, licking and panting heavily. She found she rather enjoyed this game that had started from mere kissing. She hadn't thought one could do so much with kisses. She found that her mouth was watering, as if a good dish was laid in front of her.

"Do it," his voice was rather strict and Katy didn't dare to disobey, "Ah, but no teeth, touch it only with your tongue and lips."

"Yes, Master!"

Katy finished one final, long lick all the way from the base of his cock to the tip, and then directly took it into her mouth. Her Master was holding and caressing her hair, guiding her head to move slightly up and down as she did her best to suck and kiss the cock. She was moaning slightly, as all the emotions in her chest seemed to be ripping her soul apart.

"Oh, baby..." her Master constantly sighed in praise, "Oh, just like that... Are you sure it is your first time?"

She couldn't express her confirmation with her mouth occupied, so she just hummed her agreement to let him know.

"Come here... Come here my little angel," he said, pulling her towards him, and in a second he was kissing her mouth yet again, but this time more urgent, holding back much less. His hands were in her hair, and she was standing on all fours on top of him.

"You taste so sweet," he praised her, "You are so beautiful, so good, so obedient, so sexy..."

He constantly praised her, kissing her mouth and she could only kiss him back in return. Katy didn't know what was so special about what she had done to earn all that praise, for him to treat her so gently and with such reverie, but she didn't care. She felt this strange frenzy completely overtaking her and she didn't want to stop at all.