Chapter 2

Gaslighting

I slumped back in the car, my head tilted slightly backward, eyes shut. I must have passed out or so I thought.

A gentle tap on my car window woke me.

“Ma’am… Ma’am?”

The voice was soft, and the knocking came again. Some stranger must’ve seen the whole thing and decided to check on me.

“Are you alright?” he asked. “You just bumped into a streetlight.”

“Oh! Thank God,” I breathed, feeling the relief hit me all at once. Just a streetlight. No real damage.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” I told him. “Thanks for checking. I’ll head home.”

I started the car and drove off still feeling relieved.

The second I pulled into the apartment complex I shared with Ryan, dread settled in my chest. Three months ago, he’d talked me into moving in and splitting the rent. I wasn’t sure about it at first, but he assured me marriage was right around the corner, so we can start getting used to living with each other.  The excitement of getting married made me agree.

Now, just seeing the apartment made my stomach twist.

I spotted his second car parked in the garage, and my stomach clenched even more. This is because he had changed cars several times and even bought a second one, while I still struggled with my old 80’s model Honda. That was when it hit me, I had been compromising for far too long, in fact I had been foolish but all that was about to change.

I  found Ryan on the couch in the sitting room, still dressed in his work clothes, eyes glued to the television. He looked relaxed, his cologne reeked with a mixture of the exclusive arena scent. 

I didn't say a word, I watched him stare lostly  at the TV while wishing the chandelier fell on him.

“Why are you just standing there?” he asked, not even turning away from the screen or stealing a glance at me. He was so focused on the TV that I felt invisible. “Aren’t you going to freshen up and make us dinner?” he ordered in his usual egocentric tone. 

I didn’t move.

“Where were you today?” I asked, My voice shook a little.

“Work,” he said. Eyes still glued to the TV.

“You’re such a liar!” I snapped.

Shock flashed across his face. He immediately lost interest in the show he was watching.

“Tell me what you were doing at the Exclusive restaurant with Sylvia,” I asked, trying not to lose it completely.

Ryan looked at him, his eyes filled with guilt. It was obvious he caught the tension in the air and tried to calm the situation. 

“Hey, calm down. What’s going on?” his voice softened as he moved toward me.

“Don’t tell me to calm down!” I yelled. “Give me an explanation. Now!.”

Ryan threw his hands in the air like he was surrendering to the police. “Baby!” he called gently “anything you heard, it’s not true”.

His strong denial broke something in me. I felt betrayed. 

“I saw you, Ryan. I saw you!” I screamed, tears pouring freely as I stood on the edge of a breakdown.

He grabbed me, arms tight around my waist, hugging me close.

“It was just a business meeting,” he said calmly. “Whatever you think you saw wasn’t real.”

I tried to push him away, scratching and biting, but he held me firmly, enduring every attack until I calmed down. Then he guided me to the sofa and began feeding me lies after lies, his voice smooth and reassuring.

I listened.

He even pulled out pictures from the restaurant, him, some coworkers, and Sylvia, but also a bunch of others.

His words sounded so convincing, I started doubting myself. He swore he never kissed Sylvia, never fed her. Said everything I thought I saw was just my imagination, playing tricks.

“But I was right there… I saw you” I tried to say, but he cut me off.

He kissed me, hard. Invading every corner of my mouth.

My thoughts silenced, my protests melted into moans. Ryan always knew how to keep me at his mercy. His touch burned me from the inside.

My hand found his dick, he was already hard, thick as always.

I felt myself ache for him.

He scooped me up with no effort, legs around his waist, carried me straight to the bedroom. Every time he carried me like that, I knew I was about to get pinned to the wall and fucked senseless.

I gripped his shoulders, legs dangling as he pressed me to the wall. He freed his cock and teased my wet pussy.

“Still got something to say?” He teased me even more, his voice was all heat.

“No… no, Daddy. I’m sorry,” I stammered, my body shaking, aching.

One thrust. Two thrust. Three.

Ryan filled my pussy with his cock, then stopped.

I groaned, biting my lip, desperate for more. The pause, the tease, all of it, he knew exactly how to keep me begging.

“Don’t stop,” I pleaded, tugging his collar.

“Okay.” His voice dropped, and he slammed into me.

A moan ripped out of me, a feeling of pain and pleasure captivating me. Suddenly, his phone rang.

“Sylvia!”. the caller tone announced.

In a blink, Ryan pulled out of me and dropped me like paper. My body slammed back, my ass barely missing the wall.

He grabbed his phone, voice low.

“Okay… okay,” he said, over and over.

The call ended. He turned to me. “It’s work. Emergency.” he announced.

“You’re really going to leave me like this?” I said, pissed.

“I’m sorry, babe,” he said, pulling his pants back on. “I’ll be back before dark. Just make dinner and wait for me naked. I will finish this I promise” He appealed.

I didn’t even question him further, not even with my clothes half-off and our unfinished business. I watched him take his leave.

Suddenly, he stopped for a second and turned to me.

“Hey, can I get some cash? Need gas for the second car,” he asked, not even embarrassed.

“What happened to the other car”, I asked, digging into my purse for some cash.  I made a face as I handed him the cash. 

“It's a long story, will fill you in when you return”. He took off, practically running out the door.

I stretched out on the bed, listening as his engine started and faded away down the street.

That emptiness his absence caused only made me hornier. I wished he appeared and fucked me crazy. 

Suddenly, I remembered I used to own a vibrator but Ryan angrily seized it. All I had to do was look for it, use it to satisfy my insane urge and return it before he was back. 

I rummaged through his bag until I found it.

“This’ll do for now,” I whispered as I flicked it on and pushed it inside my pussy, already greasy and horny. My eyes squeezed shut as I let out a soft moan. Heat flooded through me as I achieved climax. 

Afterwards, I lay there, totally exhausted, hoping Ryan would get back before I slept off.

But sleep caught me first.

I dozed off, half-naked on the sheets.