Wife Number Seven (The Compound, #1)(18)

I was put on this earth to marry and serve Lehi, to birth and raise his children, and to spend eternity with him in heaven. He said he’d teach me, and I had to be willing to learn.

Lehi unbuttoned the pearl buttons of my cotton wedding dress before lifting it above my head. He then removed my long underwear, and instinctively I covered my breasts and private area with my hands. The corners of Lehi’s mouth raised in satisfaction as he took in the sight of me.

“You’re so firm,” he said, running his hand across my bottom. When I looked puzzled, he said, “Your muscles, your skin, it’s firm. And it’s turning me on.”

That was the second time he’d referenced being “turned on.” I still had no idea what he meant by it, other than he clearly was impressed with my body. I was slim with average-sized breasts, but I’d never compared myself to any of the other women in the compound. Yet as I glanced at the women on the television, I felt quite inadequate. Their breasts were large and round, and mine seemed to sag in comparison to theirs that stood at attention.

“Do you see what she’s doing?” Lehi asked, pushing on my shoulders until I was kneeling in front of him. When I looked at the television, I was horrified to see that one of the women—the one who had been watching the couple earlier—had the man’s penis in her mouth and was moving her mouth up and down it. I swallowed hard, hoping to suppress the hysteria that built within my chest.

“Yes, sir,” I croaked.

Lehi unzipped his zipper, then pushed his pants down to his ankles. He reached for my hands and pulled me up as high as I would go without leaving my knees.

“Do it.”

I shook my head. “But I don’t know how.”

“I’ll teach you. You have to learn, Brinley. This is the only way. Watch her and then do it. Come on.”

My fingers trembled as I pulled down his stark white boxer shorts, which dropped to his ankles along with his pants. He was still wearing his socks and shoes. My stomach twisted and turned as his penis, standing up straight against his midsection, seemed to be staring at me.

“Come on,” Lehi ordered, his voice growing impatient.

I took one last glance at the woman on the television screen. She was making all sorts of noises as she moved up and down his most private part. The man leaned back, groaning. I could only imagine that she was pleasing him, and that Lehi expected me to make his face contort like the man on the screen.

Mimicking the movements of the woman on the screen, I wrapped my hand around the base of his penis, then moved it up and down.

“Your mouth, use your mouth,” Lehi whispered, his voice raspy.

I couldn’t avoid it any longer. My heart raced and my stomach churned as I placed my lips on the tip of his penis.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Lehi said, and placed his fingers in my hair, pushing my head farther down.

In shock, I snapped my eyes open. The taste of it, of him, was repulsive, and I fought the gag reflex that threatened to empty my stomach. I tried to pull away, but Lehi held my head steady.

“Keep going,” he said. “You’re doing fine.”

Disgusted, I moved my head up and down again and again until Lehi tapped me on the shoulder.

“That’s enough for now,” he said. “Lay down on the bed.”

“Okay.”

“Okay, what?” Lehi narrowed his eyes at me.

I’d been calling him sir since meeting him the first time with our prophet. But I’d expected that eventually he would no longer expect that of me. Apparently, however, it was still very much expected.

“Okay, sir.”

“That’s a good girl,” he said, tapping my bottom before ripping my underpants off and throwing them to the floor. “Lay down.”

I did as I was told, despite feeling exposed and overwhelmed. The people on the screen were still grunting and groaning. Lehi took one last look at them before spitting into his hand and rubbing it on his penis.

“Wrap your legs around my back. Don’t say a word. It will hurt at first, but do your best to relax.”

Lehi spread my legs apart, then crawled over me and pushed his penis into my opening. The muscles of my private area fought against his entry, pushing him away. But he didn’t care; he just pushed harder until his chest was flat against mine. Searing pain spread through the lower half of my body and I bit down so hard on my lip, I tasted the metallic taste of blood inside my mouth.

“You’re so tight,” he choked out as he grunted in my ear. “Oh, I’ve missed this.”

Missed this? What did he miss?

I didn’t understand, but had already been warned to keep silent. I’d have to ask him later. All I could do was pray to Heavenly Father to make the pain end. To make his hot breath on my shoulder go away, to make this agony stop.

The Lord answered my prayer. Lehi grunted, gritting his teeth as he made his final push into me. He twitched and sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth, then collapsed onto my chest and ran his hand down my neck.

“We are now forever linked. Husband and wife. Well done, Brinley.”

I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to speak or not, so I nodded behind tightly closed eyes. Relief came in the form of his penis growing soft and sliding out of me. Lehi moved to sit on the side of the bed, leaning his hands into the mattress.

“I’m going to take a shower, and then we’ll sleep. You’ll want to clean yourself up. Quite a bit of blood on the sheets.”