'You'd be punished'

"Slept well?" he asked, sitting beside her.

She just gave a nod to him.

"Good. Any intent to get up yet or not?"

And again her answer was a nod. She left the bed and was standing up when her hand was snaked against her waist and she was pulled to his lap.

Her first instinct came in and she began to wriggle against his hold. Doesn't matter, how many night she had spent with numerous men she had always demonstrated her resistance and now it became a part of her instinct. Never in her life, she thought, could ever be able to get used to a man's touch. Never.

Be that man, her husband.

"What are you doing?" he asked, pulling her more towards him.

And here he despised this thing the most, her struggling and trying to go away whenever he touches her.

"Please," she pleaded, her fingers trying to pry off his grip of from her waist.

"Please what?" he clenched his jaw.

"You said, you've given me... time," she negotiated in her tremulous voice.

"It excludes coming near you. Don't twist my words,"