Her eyelids opened only to see a closed eyed beast. He looked far from peaceful even in his sleep. His slightly furrowed eyebrows made her think of him as a person who even slept in doubt. He hadn't touched her after sex nor tried to cuddle her like loving husband and wife do. She was thankful to the least. It was enough he made her miserable during their intercourse to be staying in touch after.She kept staring at him, hoping him to open into pieces he was made of, thinking if her staring could decipher him, he would have been the easiest puzzle she ever solved. She learnt how his nose gently flared as he breathed, how his chest moved in a rhythm, how his biceps held his head as he slept like an alert guard on night duty. There was no doubt he looked like a sinful God from the outwardly planet. No way in the world had she ever expected a man so handsome to bed her. It was impossible to even think of a man like him in her life. She had never seen such perfection of manly features in
He felt fresh and young. He had to admit, his wife really did look upto his needs, at least in bedroom. There was so far nothing he'd change in her, from her screams to moans and her struggles to orgasms, she was the perfect woman he could've asked for. He had surprised himself by taking interest in her. She was smart, beautiful and strong willed and yet just with closing distance between then she'd lose her sanity. She was yet to get used to his twisted ways of intimation. There was no seducing him for he always hunted for mind than body and her mind had definitely called for attention. Her inexperience, boldness and rootless confidence practically called him to break her like an untouched delicate antique. He was expecting to get bored of her sooner or later. Just like the women he knew, she'd too become desperate for attention, clingy and needy and it just wasn't his type. It was better he enjoyed while she still could be categorized into 'his type'. He had showed her around the m
The day had gone pretty well. Not only had she discovered kitchen, usually not her favorite place but a potential room where her favorite food could be cooked, her first day at the scientific writing corporation went stunning. Her colleagues had been fairly professional yet friendly, the content was of her interest and she spent time more productively than she usually did. When she closed her laptop, done with the day, a soft smile plastered her face. Who knew a woman in mafia could be happy. If anything her marriage had proven to be better than she had expected. If it was for her father he wouldn't have even let her dream of being an employee but Italy had given her hope. If she could completely ignore the part where her husband came home and fucked her senseless, there was nothing else she found disturbing, in fact, she secretly appreciated him. Although he wasn't doing her a favor by letting her work, in mafia it was far greater than a favor, not less than a privilege of great est
It had been a difficult way back to room. She saw from her peripheral how maids and servants eyed the way he carried her. She hid her face in his back to avoid the embarrassment. The damage was already done. Even though everyone knew what husband and wife do she still found it embarrassing to give them all a glimpse of just how he liked it, there was no doubt in the corners of this mansion this would be a topic of gossip. She wanted to curse him all the way through from the bottom of her heart. Before she knew it she landed softly on their bed. Pulling down the zip of her dress he swiftly removed it from her body, savoring every moment of her growing shyness. He had known her every curve, the smallest mole on her small body but her mind still tried to cover herself from his dirty gaze. He made it his aim to have her helpless. His mind rustled with ideas of pleasuring her, with ways of constraining her when she resisted his touch. He silently made a mindlist of things he needed in bed
Just as he had promised, she felt protected in his absence. He was gone the morning she woke, but the two guards at the door of their bedroom constanly kept track of her movements.The freedom from her husband was merely an illusion as the guards replaced his place with equal or rather more amount of discomfort and intimidation. They were attentive in that they would keep their distance from her at all times and yet ensure she ate well, slept on time and didn't come in the vicinity of Dominic frantino. Just as she had expected, his intentions weren't as holy as his innocent smile. Their little coincidental eye contacts around the garden and kitchen would always make her squirm under his gaze. He'd eye her guards up and down and decide against bothering her. She wondered how long this would go around, she couldn't always roam with body guards, would Dominic then become a threat to her?, would he be so crudely stupid of his intentions to cross the don? It was unlikely. She couldn't he
"Stay. Fucking. Still" It wasn't what he said. It was the way he said it, the power with which his voice echoed in the corners of her body that spoke for itself. He was angry. Why...she was yet to find out. But whoever seemed to be the culprit she was about to become a victim. She bit on her tongue as another brutal slap reverberated in the room. An angry tear brimmed her eye. She closed her eyes to keep it to herself. There was no point in being whiny, neither was in asking him what was wrong. He was clearly on the edge. Either he was taking anger from his line of work on his sexual life or wanted to strongly relieve his drive after days of abstinence, which Tara believed was impossible. He would definitely have a mistress around whenever he wanted to relieve, she was just one of his whores that got the privilege to be respectfully acknowledged as one. She kept her mind working, figuring out the reasons, trying to keep her mind off her current vulnerable predicament that she kne
She didn't see him rest of the week. Traumatized, as she was, she had exactly understood her value in frantino mansion. She was probably to be treated worse than his whore. She should have found her situation suffocating and yet she didn't. She hadn't expected a lot from him even before knowing who he was. She had always imagined her husband emotionally distant, unavailable, selfish and if nothing else atleast cruel. He had been successful in planting terror to her bones. Even after being busy the whole week, a simple fifteen minute task of hard spanking had put her in place. He didn't feel any wrongness in punishing her, for all the perks she had manipulatedly earned from him, she could take his ways of punishments to the least. She had it coming anyways. Her ignorance towards him had gotten on his nerves. She should be thankful for not getting Shot in between her eyes.But she had understood her say faster than he had expected from someone as strong willed as her. She hadn't trie
She had accepted kitchen as her other room. Kitchen would easily eat half of her day. Today had been particularly a warm day. After a week of that terrifying morning she had finally come in terms with living her day without constanly biting on the way he had punished her like a child. Her ass had taken its sweet time in reminding her of just how humiliation she had suffered. It took loads of tubes of soothing gel to fade his handprints off her. Her job particularly had helped. When she worked, atleast for the time being she'd forget where she was. And when even that didn't help,with all its flavors and scrumptiousness food would come to the rescue. Cooking was a whole lot of inclusive task she preferred to get her head together. Spending all her day either in front of screen or cutlery had come to an aid and not that time didn't. Time had definitely passed somewhat just the way she wished, without him. It fastened her healing both physically and mentally. She had forced herself to mov