Chapter 3: I will be gentle

“Daniel, I'm tired. I want to sleep. Let's talk tomorrow, okay?” I said calmly, fearing what he would do if I provoked him again. Daniel looked at me, his face searching if I was sincere. 

“Okay, let's talk tomorrow.” He made a gesture to kiss my cheeks but caught me off guard, kissing me on the lips. I had never felt so disgusted by a kiss. I shoved him off with all my might, but he wouldn't bulge. I began to panic when he pinned me to the wall, his hands moving under my nightgown and touching me. No! He was going to take advantage of me. I bit him and slapped him hard across the face. 

“Don't touch me with those filthy hands, you moron,” I roared and began to struggle out of his embrace. 

“Don't make me angry, Alexa; you are my wife, and I shall have you whenever I want,” Daniel said menacingly and picked me up, throwing me roughly onto the bed and making me feel dizzy. Before I could come to my senses, he had climbed the bed, hovering over me and pinning me under his body. Tears were rolling down my cheeks at this point. 

“Don't do this, please,” I said, my voice choking. Daniel just looked at me and smiled, his fingers stroking my face. 

“Why didn't you show such meekness before, dear? If you had been as obedient as you are now, it would not have gotten to this. But what can I do? Your cries are turning me on. Don't worry, I'll be gentle.” 

I heard a click sound and felt something cold on my wrist and realized my left wrist was cuffed to the bedpost. I began trashing myself hysterically against him, but he held me down. 

“You don't want to see my rough side,'' Daniel whispered into my ear. His voice held a warning, 

“I said I would be gentle. You will enjoy this." My eyes widened, realization dawning on me: he was really going to take advantage of me. 

“I would scream, and the staff would hear it and come up here." I threatened, my heart beating due to nervousness.

"Sorry, I forgot to tell you. I gave the staff the rest of the day off; we are the only ones in this house. I told them I wanted some alone time with you.” He said, smiling like the devil. I just laid there stiffly and gave up. There's nothing I can do after all. 

“Good girl,” he said and tore my nightgown, his eyes roaming all over my body. And he started sucking my breast, his other hand fondling my other breast and giving it equal attention. I held back the moan, trying to break out of my lips. I felt disgusted with myself for enjoying this. 

“Don't hold back, dear; I know you are enjoying this," Daniel whispered, his voice hoarse. 

I kept quiet, ignoring his taunts. I could see he was enjoying this as he began trailing kisses on my navel down my stomach and placed a kiss right above my cunt. He inserted his finger slowly inside me, twirling and gliding it in and out of me, fucking my cunt with his finger. 

Only the shame I felt was holding me back from pushing up my hips against his fingers. He then started to lick and suck my breast again, making me let out moans I couldn't hold in. He smirked and drawled lazily. 

“I can see you are enjoying the touch of my filthy hands on you; tsk.. tsk, don't tell me you want my filthy dick inside you too,” he pulled out his fingers, which were glistening with my juices, and added, 

“You are wet, dear. I never knew you were so dirty, seeing how you like filthy things.” I was so angry about his words that all the euphoria I was feeling died down, bringing me to my senses. 

“You make me sick, you bastard!” I spat angrily at him. Mostly at myself. 

“Really? Then let's see how sick I can make you.” He scoffed and thrust his cock roughly into cunt. My cunt felt as if it were on fire, but he never stopped and continued to thrust in and out my cunt roughly like a beast. I just laid there, my self-esteem gone, until he grunted having his release and got off me. If I had not climaxed, I might have called him a beast for forcing me against my will, but the fact that I enjoyed it brought me an immense sense of shame. 

He stood by the bed and smiled, looking down at me. “I'm sorry, dear. Look at what you made me do. But I know you enjoyed it. I love you too much to let you go. Don't ever bring up a divorce again, hmm,” he said and patted my hair, freed my wrist, and added, “I'm going back to the office; take a rest.” He turned and made his way out of the room, finally leaving me alone. I remained on the bed like a statue, not moving a muscle; I was too tired to try. I felt cold both physically and emotionally.