All Chapters of STUCK: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Stepping down the window she picked up her dress and wore it yet again. She didn't know what to do. After standing dumbfounded in the same spot for ten minutes straight, she decided to open her laptop to distract herself. His image of lightly sucking on her breast before leaving kept replaying in her mind. If he was going to keep playing with her body everyday, she doubted she could ever focus on anything other than him. Unconsciously like a habit, her hand clicked on emails as her recently received appealed. Even though her mind still rustled with the sinful images of his doings, one particular email caught her attention. Immediately clicking on the full content an unknown smile spread across her face. Finally...She was accepted as the medical writer from the company that interviewed her yesterday. After completion of certain documentation formalities she could start her work from tomorrow. She was delighted to the most, not only would she be able to continue with her career but it

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

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

"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 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