Hell or Marriage?

A shiver racked through my body at his touch that sent rippling sensations through my body. His hot breath on my skin caused me to moan. I arched my back and clenched my fists at the pleasurable feelings that racked through me.

“Beautiful.” His deep rumble on my naked stomach made me whimper. My stomach clenched, and my toes curled, sending more rippling sensations through me.

“Touch me.” I rasped. “Run your hand through my body.”

“Adorable.” He kissed my navel. “So damn beautiful.” He trailed kisses down my stomach towards my......

I sat up in bed, drenched in sweat.

Was that just a dream?

I glanced around the room, half hoping to see my husband. Who was I kidding? It's just the same dream all over again. It never seems to end. Each time, it gets worse than before.

I rose from my bed and headed over to my dressing table. My legs shook, probably from the dream I had. I tightly clenched the material of my gown as I stared at myself in the mirror.

The image of a nineteen-year-old who has given up on life stared back at me. The heavy bags under my eyes made me look like an old woman. And it doesn't help the fact that I have blonde hair. I look like a granny whose children have forgotten.

The red marks on my neck and hands were enough testimony of the beast I live with. I took a step back as sobs racked through my body.

If only I wasn't unfortunate enough to meet him, I bet, I would have been free from the shackles of my stepmother. Life had been bearable until my step-sister committed a crime that led me into this permanent mess.

I glanced towards the window when I heard the sound of his car. My heart skipped a beat as I toyed with my gown. Will he ask for it once again? Will I have to endure an entire night of being treated worse than a human?

My heart hammered in my chest, afraid of what was to come. Yet, I know I have to welcome him. Else I will be punished.

I hurried downstairs, intent on being there when he enters. I'm not in the mood for a punishment from him.

“Welcome.” I lowered my head to avoid pissing him off should I look up. I made the mistake of doing that when he got married to me. Now, I know when to do things to avoid infuriating him.

He stopped in front of me. His nose flared as his eyes racked through my body before it stopped on my face — which is still lowered, mind you.

“Why are you dressed this way?” He asked. Shivers racked through my spine at his cold and detached voice. It sounded different from the voice I always hear in my dreams.

“I… That is,” I swallowed, with my focus on my legs rather than on him. I bit my bottom lips and tried to stop my heart, which seemed like it was trying to break out of my chest.

“The room.” He said before he turned and headed upstairs.

Just those two words were enough to send my mind into overdrive. I glanced at his back for a moment before I followed him.

I already know what's waiting for me. I get to satisfy him until he gets tired of me. That's all I do for him. That was why he got married to me.

He was sitting on the bed the moment I stepped into the room. My legs threatened to give way, but I stood my ground. Though I'm scared of him and what he might do to me, I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing what's going through my mind.

“Strip.”

His voice startled me. I slowly glanced up to be certain that he was the one who gave such others. He has never asked me to strip. For close to two years, I've only ever used my mouth on him.

I got red marks on my body because of how hard he grips me whenever I give him a blow job.

“Mig—”

He slowly rose from the bed.

“Strip or do you want me to use force on you?” His eyes darkened. The black orbs made me swallow. He looked like a beast, waiting for the right moment to unleash his anger.

Without waiting for him to repeat his order, I did what he asked. I removed the gown and panties, and stood in front of him, naked.

My perky breasts stood in attention, as they pointed towards him, while I tried not to show how nervous I was. This is my first time standing naked in front of my husband. It made me uneasy as I wondered what he was going to do to me.

Are we going to do it now? I wondered, shivering a bit.

His eyes took in my naked body. The darkened orbs caused me to swallow. I felt hot wherever his eyes touched. It was as if his eyes have hands.

“Turn around.” He commanded once more, and I did what he asked me to. I slowly turned around. I didn't resist because I know I'm nothing but a toy to him. He doesn't see me as a wife.

“Turn and walk to the bed.” He commanded after a few moments of silence between us. The silence back then was so unnerving, it made me wonder what he had in store for me.

I did as he asked. I walked to the bed, and stood in front of it, not knowing what to do.

'The room' is what he calls here. It's neither my room nor his. However, it's the place where I do my 'job' I have never sat on the bed before. I kneel on the ground whenever I use my mouth on him.

“Kneel and spread those legs of yours.” His command washed over me once more, leaving more shivers in its wake.

I bit my bottom lips as I did what he asked. I knelt on the ground and spread my legs, knowing fully well that my pussy was now on display. Miguel has my every first. Now, he happens to be the first man to see my pussy.

I heard footsteps before he touched my back. His palms were rough on my arse. He fondled it for a moment as I lay under him, with my heart still hammering in my chest.

I gasped when he wrapped his right palm around my neck and pressed. I heard him laugh before he tightened his hold on my neck once more and slowly slipped a finger into my pussy.

I bit down hard on my lower lip when he rubbed on my clitoris. The feeling was unfamiliar. I felt the need to throw my head back and howl, but I clenched my teeth.

He removed his fingers from my pussy before I heard a rustle behind me. Without looking back, I already know what he's about to do. He was getting naked. The sound is now familiar to my ears.

He rubbed his shaft on my pussy before he rubbed on my clitoris with it.

“Miguel, please, I've not done this before. I heard it hurts —”

“Of course, you haven't done this before. I'm your husband and the rightful person to your pussy.” He continued to rub on my clitoris before he removed his shaft only to thrust in. He didn't give me enough time to react before his shaft entered me.

A painful scream tore from my throat at the intrusion. The pain was unlike anything I've ever felt. It felt like my vagina was on fire.

God!

I gritted my teeth so hard, I was afraid they might fall off.

He placed both hands on my arse as he slowly removed his shaft, only to thrust back in.

I stood there, with my back to him, as I tried not to think of what was happening.

The pain numbed me, but I didn't say a word. I allowed him to do whatever he pleased, to me.

And when he orgasmed, I was relieved. But that was short-lived.

I presumed he was through with this, but it was just the beginning of my torture, that night.

..... It was a hell I called on myself by being unlucky.