Karl was like a man possessed by a demon. He relentlessly pounded into me with such fierceness that it threatened to rob me of consciousness due to excruciating pain and sheer exhaustion. He finally collapsed next to me after what felt like eons, his energy depleted from the violent act he'd committed. I was left in a daze, unable to gauge how much time had passed before I felt the tight bonds around my wrists and ankles loosen. He scooped me up in his arms as if we were newlyweds crossing the threshold and began walking. Destination unknown. I was too spent to utter a word or make any attempt at movement. My eyes were swollen and bloodshot from crying so much that they were barely more than slits. It wasn't until he gently laid me down inside the bathtub and turned on the faucet, filling it with warm water that I realized we were in the bathroom. I was naked and rendered vulnerable. Curiosity sparked within me about what I must look like after such an ordeal. Karl step
I was so bone-tired that the gentle dawn light barely registered in my consciousness. The sun's tender and warm rays seeped into the room, painting my skin with a soft golden hue. It felt like an artist had dipped his brush in a palette of fresh colors and was gradually bringing the world back to life; it was the start of another day. My eyelids fluttered open at the incessant prodding and reluctantly focused on the woman who had been trying to coax me out of my sleep. "Madam, please wake up; Mr. Sullivan is waiting for you downstairs," she pleaded, her voice laced with such genuine concern that it stirred something within me. She was dressed in a maid’s uniform with an apron tied around her waist and exuded an air of respectfulness. Her head bowed slightly as if acknowledging some invisible hierarchy. I gave her a weak nod, hoping this would appease her enough to allow me to drift back into sleep's comforting arms. But she persisted, shaking me gently yet insistently. "Mad
Daylight soon bled into twilight. I found myself sitting on our bed, waiting for Karl to come home and tell me last night was all some twisted prank and that we could go back to being normal. But there was no apology or explanation when he finally arrived home from work. He simply undid his tie with an irritated expression as if it had personally offended him. "What's up?" He asked nonchalantly when he noticed the look on my face. I guessed he expected me to welcome him with open arms and a bright smile despite the turmoil raging inside me. Oh, how wrong he was! "We need to talk, Karl. I can't turn a blind eye to what you did to me, and even though I loved you very much, I can't continue to live with you. What you did is inexcusable and cannot be forgiven. Let's get a divorce and put this whole thing behind us.” His face was painted with a sarcastic smile as he listened to what I had to say. "Divorce? Forget about it because it won't even come close to happening in the next five
I got out of bed slowly the following morning. No one jolted me awake this time, but the rumbling of my stomach was loud enough to shake the graves of the recently deceased. I rolled over groggily and instinctively reached out across the sheets, expecting to find Karl's solid warmth lying next to me. However, my questing hand met only cool, crumpled fabric. His side of the bed was empty, with a lingering trace of his cologne being the only evidence he had been there at all. I let out a long, resigned sigh. Of course, he was already up and about. The man seemed to run on a perpetually efficient internal clock, rising with the sun no matter how late we had been up carrying on our activities the night before. My rebellious stomach let out another insistent growl. So much for trying to catch a few more winks of sleep! I finally surrendered to the demands of my hunger and threw off the cozy warmth of the downy duvet, exposing my bare legs to the cool morning air. I padded across t
"Oh god...Karl, please..." I heard myself moan, my voice thick and breathy.I wasn't even sure if I was pleading for him to stop or to never stop.My hips rolled in a sensual undulation, silently begging for more delicious friction.Karl simply grinned at me, his eyes glittering with dark, feral intensity. He looked like a male model - ruggedly handsome and confident. He was utterly at ease with his own sexuality. The man was pure carnal sin given form."You're so responsive to my touch," he purred in a low, gravelly timbre that made me shudder. "So soft...so needy..."To emphasize his words, he curled two fingers up into my molten core, crooking them firmly against that electrified bundle of nerves.Hot sparks of pleasure detonated behind my tightly clenched eyelids as I threw my head back with a keening cry."Does this still hurt, baby?" Karl asked, his voice a wicked purr against the heated flesh of my neck. "Or does it feel good?""I...oh god...I hate you," I managed to grit out t
The next few weeks passed by in the same dreadful pattern - Karl leaving early each morning for work and not returning until well into the night, while I spent endless vacant days alone, cooped up inside binge-watching TV shows and chatting with loved ones to fend off the creeping loneliness and despair."Lavinia...I think I'm in love," Rosie's dreamy, wistful voice made me gape in shock through the phone line.Rosie had been my closest friend since childhood, and her falling in love with someone was essentially a modern miracle, given her track record of rapidly cycling through flings and casual boyfriends."What?!" I yelped, unable to stifle my knee-jerk response. This was precisely why I often hesitated before answering Rosie's calls - never knowing what shocking revelation might tumble out next."Yeah...I really think I am, Lavi. Oh god, it's such a weird, intense feeling but so wonderfully giddy and intoxicating too," she gushed unabashedly. "Every time I see him, I get these int
"Oh, come on, fill me in on everything right away. Who exactly is this man? Where were you when you first met him? When exactly did you realize he was the one for you? I am interested in every detail!""Well, well, would you mind slowing down a little bit, all right? The fact that his name is Richard Shoppers is the most important thing to know about him. I first met him at your wedding, where we were both honored to be guests. We exchanged numbers and we started talking. We do not get to see each other very often since he does not reside in Heartland but in Yorkshire. Therefore, all we do is talk.”I centered my attention on what she said, "Richard Shoppers.""Did you say Richard Shoppers? You met him at my wedding. He lives in Yorkshire! Is what I thought I heard true?" I was completely taken aback by her response.She gave a nod. "Yeah, exactly. Why is there a problem?"A small smile graced my face when I spotted a familiar figure come in. “Hello, Mr. Will. We missed you," I said j
"So, my little bitch, how do you feel about spending a merciless night in the Red room as a consequence of your defiance?"I couldn't help letting out a disbelieving chuckle."Punishment? My defiance? Is that what you're calling it now?" I shot back, my tone laced with incredulity. "I didn't commit any sin that warrants punishment from you. And even if I had, who gave you the authority to judge me?"My voice grew more assertive as I continued, "I have every right to voice my thoughts and fight against injustice. Your eagerness to punish me only underscores your fear of opposition and your desire to stifle individuality. Instead of trying to break me down, perhaps you should try engaging in an open conversation to understand why you act as you do."“Conversation?” His retort was swift and harsh. "Every time you feel pain... remember that it's your own doing, not mine. You need to see the beast you've turned me into."Karl's words were punctuated by a guttural roar that made me involunt