Chapter 2: Betrothed in Chains

Elara lay on the cold marble island, Victor’s cum still leaking down her thighs. She didn’t move. The word “soon” echoed in her head like a secret she couldn’t share with anyone.

Victor wiped his hands on a kitchen towel and tossed it aside. “Clean yourself up before you come to bed. I don’t want to smell another man’s hospital on you.”

He walked away without looking back. Elara stayed there a moment longer, breathing slow. Then she pushed herself up, legs shaky, and went to the bathroom. She washed between her legs, watching the water run white with his seed. Her reflection in the mirror looked tired and empty.

She climbed into bed beside him. Victor was already asleep, one arm thrown over her waist like a chain. She closed her eyes and tried to forget the day. But sleep didn’t come easy.

At 3 a.m., the bed shifted. Victor’s hand gripped her hair and pulled her head down.

“Open your mouth,” he said, voice rough from sleep.

Elara’s eyes flew open. His cock was already hard, pressing against her lips. She parted them without a word. He pushed in deep right away, hitting the back of her throat.

“That’s my good wife,” he muttered. “Take it all.”

He held her head with both hands and started thrusting. Slow at first, then faster. Wet sounds filled the dark room as he fucked her mouth like a toy. Elara’s eyes watered. She tried to breathe through her nose, but he went too deep.

“Swallow around it,” he ordered. “Make it feel good.”

She did what he said. Her throat tightened around him. Victor groaned and pushed harder.

“You were made for this,” he said between breaths. “Born to serve. Say it with your eyes.”

Elara looked up at him through tears. She couldn’t speak, but she nodded slightly. Victor smiled and kept going, using her face without mercy.

After a few minutes, his grip tightened. “Here it comes. Don’t spill a drop.”

He came hard, flooding her mouth with thick, hot spurts. Elara swallowed fast, again and again, until every drop was gone. Some still leaked from the corner of her lips onto her chin.

Victor pulled out and patted her cheek. “Good girl. Now go back to sleep.”

He rolled over and was snoring again in minutes. Elara stayed on her side, staring at the ceiling. Tears mixed with his cum on her chin. She wiped it away with the back of her hand, but the taste stayed in her mouth.

Freedom felt further away than ever.

Her mind drifted back to the night everything changed. Three years ago.

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The ballroom lights had been too bright that evening. Elara stood beside her father, wearing a long silver dress that showed off her slim figure and round breasts. She was only twenty-five, fresh out of medical school and full of fire.

Her father smiled at the guests, but his hand on her arm was tight. “Smile, Elara. This is good for the family.”

Victor Harrington walked over with two glasses of champagne. He looked handsome in his black suit, but his eyes were cold even then.

“Dr. Voss,” he said, handing her a glass. “I hear you’re going to be the best urologist in the city. Fixing men’s little problems.”

Elara took the glass but didn’t drink. “I help people who need it. That’s all.”

Victor laughed softly. “I like a woman with ambition. But ambition needs the right husband to guide it.”

Her father cleared his throat. “Victor’s family and ours have talked. The arrangement is settled.”

Elara turned to her father. “What arrangement?”

Victor stepped closer. His hand brushed her waist. “You and me are betrothed tonight. Married in one month. Your father needs my family’s connections. And I need a wife who knows how to behave.”

Elara’s stomach dropped. She pulled away from his touch. “I didn’t agree to this.”

“You don’t have to,” Victor said calmly. “Your father already did. Sign the papers tomorrow.”

Later that night, after the guests left, Victor found her alone in the hallway. He pushed her against the wall, not hard, but firm enough that she couldn’t move.

“You have fire in you,” he said, looking down at her breasts rising and falling fast. “I like that. But I will put it out. You will learn to obey me. Starting on our wedding night.”

Elara lifted her chin. “I’m not some toy for you to break.”

Victor smiled. “We’ll see.”

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The wedding night came too fast.

Elara stood in the big bedroom of Victor’s family estate. White lace lingerie clung to her body. She felt exposed. Victor walked in wearing only pants, his chest bare and muscular.

“Take it off,” he said.

She hesitated.

“Now,” he added, voice harder.

Elara unhooked the bra and her full breasts spilled free. Victor stared, eyes dark.

“On the bed. On your back.”

She climbed onto the huge bed. Victor followed and spread her legs wide. He didn’t kiss her. He didn’t touch her gently. He just pulled his cock out and rubbed it against her dry entrance.

“This is going to hurt,” he said. “But you will take it. Because you belong to me now.”

Elara gripped the sheets. “Please… go slow.”

Victor laughed once. “Slow is for weak men.”

He pushed inside her in one brutal thrust. Elara cried out and bit her lip hard to stop the scream. Pain tore through her and blood mixed with the little wetness she had.

Victor groaned and started moving, hard and deep. “So tight. My perfect wife.”

Tears ran down her face. She turned her head away and stared at the wall.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

She didn’t.

Victor grabbed her chin and forced her face back. “Look at your husband while he takes what’s his.”

He fucked her faster. The bed shook. Elara’s body jolted with every thrust. She bit back every scream, every sob.

“You will learn to get wet for me,” he said, breathing heavily. “You will learn to beg for my cock. Say my name.”

“Victor…” she whispered, voice breaking.

“Louder.”

“Victor!”

He slammed into her a few more times and came with a grunt, filling her with his seed. When he pulled out, cum and blood leaked onto the white sheets.

Victor rolled off her and lit a cigarette. “Not bad for the first time. Next time will be better. You’ll spread your legs without crying.”

Elara curled on her side, pain throbbing between her legs. She didn’t answer.

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Back in the present, Elara wiped the last tear from her chin. The ceiling fan turned slowly above her. Victor snored beside her like nothing had happened.

She remembered how she used to be. In college, she had dated a quiet boy who let her take control in bed. She tied his hands once with his own belt and rode him until he begged. That power had felt right. Natural.

Now that girl was gone. Buried under Victor’s rules and drugs and late-night visits.

But the whisper came again, softer this time.

Soon.

Elara closed her eyes. She couldn’t fight tonight. But maybe one day she wouldn’t have to.

The clock showed 3:47 a.m. She turned on her side, away from Victor, and tried to sleep.

Her phone buzzed once on the nightstand. She reached for it quietly. A message from her mentor, Dr. Graves.

“New patient file sent. Difficult case. Erectile dysfunction with rare allergy to female contact. Only you can handle it. Come early tomorrow.”

Elara stared at the screen. A new patient. Another man who couldn’t get hard.

She typed back quickly: “I’ll review it first thing.”

She put the phone down and lay still. Victor shifted in his sleep and pulled her closer, his arm heavy across her chest.

Elara didn’t push him away. She stayed quiet, like always.

But inside, that small voice grew just a little louder.

Soon.