Chapter 52/3/4/5. Bridgit

Chapter 52/3/4/5. Bridgit

I have many wives. Out of them all, Bridgit is the easiest and hardest to romance. Easiest, because her aspirations are modest. She neither wants nor likes extravagance. Hardest, because her aspirations are modest - there are only so many low-key activities one can resort to before things start getting repetitive. However, some staples are just asking to be used. The staple number one - going out to dinner. The question is, where? Well, this is Bridgit. So, the tavern we visit comfortably straddles the barrier between commoners and nobles. Fancy enough for any noble to visit, affordable enough to enjoy a fair selection of commoners. The rules within are equally egalitarian - so long as you can pay for your meal, your social status is of no concern.

There are already several obvious couples out there, so I don't quite feel out of place. Bridgit, on the other hand, is still a bit uncomfortable. I'm guessing she is feeling the difference between "also me" and "just me". She doubletakes as I pull out the chair for her and looks on me imploringly before sighing quietly and taking the seat. I grab the chair opposite and flag for a wench to make an order. "Why so nervous, dear?" - I tease her - "No surprises here, honest. Just good old fashioned meal and music." The tavern is one of the few that has permanent in-house musicians, putting up pretty respectable fiddle quartet. The tunes are not exactly the most elaborate, but once again they're very traditional. Something Bridgit is very familiar with. The whole point of this outing is to put her into environs she knows what to expect of, because I can tell she's been rattled weary by all the unusual stuff I do.

"Yes, well... this is still the first time I'm actually getting courted like this, and well..." - yep, stammering Bridgit is adorable. She pouts lightly - "Mistress, why are you always doing this?"

"Because you're adorable?" - I tell her and she blushes. The fact wench heard it and is giving her a grin is just adding to it.

"What will it be, ladies?" - she inquires in an accent I'm unable to place - "A full meal, just a dessert, some drinks? Chef's special is tartiflette, if you're interested."

I look at Bridgit, who looks back and shrugs lightly. "Very well. Tartiflette it is. Bring us some ale to go with it." - I suggest. Wench beams.Reêad latest novels at novelhall.com

"Ah, you've had it before?" - she quips - "A fine choice milady. It will be a few minutes, please."

I wait until she's gone before resuming my conversation with Bridgit - "The dinner's self-explanatory. I was thinking a stroll in the park, then some meandering in the People Square? Should be some kind of performance today, I think."

She nods slowly. "That's... very ordinary, mistress." - she quips then - "Are you certain you won't be bored?"

She echoes softly - "All yours, mistress." For some reason, Bridgit gets excited when I act possessive towards her. More than other girls, I mean. All of them like me being somewhat possessive, but Bridgit really likes it when I tell her she's mine. Not sure what's up with that - simply her fetish or she finds it reassuring for other reasons. The inn I have selected to take Bridgit to is one used by rich merchants, and it is clearly obvious from their dcor. Quality and comfort, but little in the way of exotics. Sensible and practical luxury, that's where it's at for them. Not a bad attitude, really.

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As I lock the door, Bridgit hugs me from behind, kissing my neck. Wow, bold. I chuckle at her and then turn around to give her a proper hug. "Sorry about taking so long about it." - I quip to her - "I really should have thought up something for you and Moon Unit sooner."

She sighs. "Mistress, did I ever tell you that you have the most pampered maid ever?" - she tells me - "Because it's true. I honestly don't think any of the noble ladies had ever considered apologizing to their maids for not taking time to... er.... skinship, yes. I mean, I'm supposed to be at your disposal for it whenever you want, not the other way."

"Yeah, but those ladies have maids, not wives." - I counter, as I slip my hands over her hips, and stroke them softly - "Bridgit... I understand the social mores are telling you something different, but to tarnation with them. You're not a maid that occasionally is used to slake my lusts. You are a wife, who deserves equal consideration in every matter. Including, yes, the matters of lust. I love you and value you and I desire to make you happy as much as you are making ME happy. Hint-hint, it's a lot."

She bites her lip, her own hands finding their way into my shirt, sliding over the skin slowly. "I know, mistress. I know. You spare no expense nor effort in making sure of that." - she offers - "As I said, the most pampered maid ever." She shrieks and giggles as I lift her bodily in response, holding her in my arms as I step towards the bed, depositing her on it carefully.

"And that's exactly how I like it." - I tell her with a smile as I crouch down and pull her boots off, making her squirm and blush harder. Her breath hitches as I press on, my hands sliding over her ankles and onto her hips again, this time under the skirt. And then, I kiss her properly, pushing her on the bed in the same time, sucking on her tongue as the kiss grows passionate. She grabs my shoulders, pulling me closer, moaning as I slooooowly divest her of the underwear while keeping the kiss going. By the time I have to break to let her breathe, she's well and truly aroused and lunges for me without hesitation, pulling on my shirt. I'm.... more than a little loathe to get my hands out from under her skirt, but consent to the necessity, if I am to get naked for her. The moment the shirt's off, I go right back for it, taking my sweet time caressing her thighs and rear, while she assaults my breasts with a flurry of kisses and licks.

A few moments later, as she pulls back to get some air in, I take the opportunity to slip her skirt off entirely. "Mistress...." - she whines softly, embarrassed at my very obvious "appreciating the view" pause.

"Looks like it's time to eat a maid." - I tease her, as I lean in. Whatever comments she had on my sense of humor are smothered by her sweet moans shortly after.