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  When I was in my room I used the bathroom, freshened up and took a look in the mirror, as I reapplied my lipstick there was a knock on the door. I opened it and Charles came in with a small black bag, he sat it on the bed and pulled a thin blue box from the front pocket.

  “I have another gift for you, to go with your anklet.” He said as he stepped close to me.

  I took the box in confusion, and sighed, oh the fantasy was over. But I didn’t mind, I was excited and it had been a fun night, more fun than we had had in years. When I opened the box there was a white gold chain, a tear drop shaped diamond hung at the center.

  “It’s so beautiful Charles, thank you.” I said.

  “Turn around, let me put it on.” He said, and I turned my back to him.

  But instead of feeling him step closer, I felt him move away from me.

  Suddenly a black pillowcase was placed over my head, and Charles scooped me up into his arms, tearing my shoes from my feet before laying me on my bed as I struggled to take the pillowcase off my head. I tried to sit up but he pushed my face against the mattress.

  “Charles what are you doing?” I asked him frantically as my insides clenched, and warmed unexpectedly.

  “Charles isn’t here.” Came his dark reply and my heartbeat sped up.

  “What?” I asked incredulously, this was silly. “Charles, really, you’re hurting my arms.”

  I tried to laugh and stand up but Charles thrust me back down, and I realized I still held the necklace in my fingers as he delicately took it from me. I felt him securing it around my neck, over the pillow case. He meant to hold it in place. I struggled against him, but he was terribly strong, he yanked my hands behind my back and it felt him securing them together with what could only be a zip tie. It bit into my flesh at my wrists. I lay on the floor for a second, hearing my breath inside the pillowcase and suddenly Charles seized the side of my dress, yanking my body up along with the material, and some cold metal touched my thigh before he ripped my dress up to my navel. I squirmed, twisting my legs away from him and pulling my heels up behind me.

  “Charles! What are you doing, this is brand new!” I cried, but he grabbed the material in his hands and yanked it up again, and again, until it separated at my breasts.

  Charles took me by the tie that held my wrists together and yanked me up to my feet gracelessly, before dragging me, stumbling backward until I landed on the edge of the bed between his knees.

  “Open your legs.” He said low, and I found myself doing as he said before the thought even formed in my mind.

  Charles slapped my right inner thigh hard, and then did the same to the left. “Wider.” He commanded, and slapped my thighs again.

  “Ah! Charles…”

  “Charles isn’t here.” He said menacingly at my ear.

  His hand slid down and he began to rub my vagina with his four fingers, over my lacey underwear, and to my utter shock I felt myself growing wet without the aid of a lubricant. Suddenly, Charles gripped the crotch of my panties and ripped them, so hard that they hurt the skin at my hips as they tore away. I cried out in shock at the cool air, and again when Charles’ hand landed hard on my wet, freshly waxed flesh.

  “You like this don’t you, you dirty little slut? Pretending to be with someone who isn’t your husband, just some stranger in a hotel who could do anything to you; and no one would even know where you are.” He said through gritted teeth.

  “No, Charles, please I want you…” I said, again struggling against him. Was he serious?

  He slapped my thigh again and thrust me forward, I landed on all fours on the floor, and Charles hand grasped me by the forehead, and pulled it so I was looking up toward the ceiling.

  “Hold still.” He commanded, again in that foreboding voice.

  I was filled with trepidation as I felt something prodding the pillow case at my mouth. Suddenly the fabric ripped a little, and Charles thrust his fingers into the opening and pulled it just wide enough for my mouth and nose to show. Charles grasped my bra at the metal between my bra cups, and yanked it down so that my breasts hung out over the top of it and in the blink of an eye he slapped my right nipple. I cried out at the sudden sharp biting feeling, and was surprised and shocked when he did it to my left, and then again my right, over and over as I felt my breasts burning, and they felt as if they were swelling.

  “What is it baby?” He said sweetly, “Don’t like this fantasy after all?” He asked.

  My breathing was coming heavy and quick, but I didn’t know how to answer him, I didn’t want him to stop. Charles slapped my breast again, and I cried out, my breasts were heaving and I felt like I might cry.

  “Answer me.” He said smacking my breast again, and then again until I answered him.

  “I like it!” I cried., embarrassed that I was aroused by such treatment.

  Charles grabbed a handful of my hair even around the pillowcase and thrust me forward and slammed me against a wall. His hand grabbed my hip savagely until I was bent at the waist, my butt sticking out toward him, and I suddenly felt as if this was the first time I’d been naked before him, my breathing quickened even more and I blinked back tears. Charles slapped my inner right thigh.

  “Spread them.” He ordered, and when I didn’t act fast enough he slapped my other thigh, and then my right again harder, stinging my flesh.

  His hand slid between my legs, his palm resting against my anus as his fingers slid into me easily, and he began to stroke me, his other hand still firmly holding my face against the wall.

  “You are so fucking wet.” He said harshly and I wanted to cry out in sheer embarrassment and ecstasy. This was such a confusing feeling to me, it was awful, degrading, and embarrassing to have my husband say these things to me, and hit me, which he had never done before… and yet it wasn’t. It was exciting, and new and intoxicating. It made me feel vulnerable and desired…sexy.

  I moaned despite myself and tried to pull my rear end back toward the wall and conceal something of myself from his view in the full lights of the hotel room. Charles grabbed my hip savagely again and yanked me backward before slapping my buttocks, it stung and I yelped.

  “Charles!”

  “Do not pull away from me.” He commanded and my breath picked up as he hauled me away from the wall and back to the floor.

  Charles was gone for a second, and when he came back he took my ankles into his hands and bound them with zip ties as he had done with my hands. He walked around to stand at my head before he crouched down beside me and lifted me to my knees. I was panting, my sex was throbbing with need as it hadn’t done in years, and when I sensed Charles’ hard cock nudging at the opening of the pillowcase, I hungrily took it into my mouth.

  Charles moaned loudly as he ripped at the opening of the pillowcase until I could see him fully, my hair was a mess around my face that had grown sweaty from being in the thick fabric. Charles smoothed my hair back and bent down to kiss me, I was still on my knees as I looked up at him and sucked him as I never had before, desperately wanting him to know that he was the only one I desired.

  Charles pulled himself free and kneeled behind me before sliding into my hot sex, and I ground myself against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He was calling out just as loudly as I was, his hands were clawing at my skin, and then he yanked me up by my hair, and planted a kiss below my ear before sinking his teeth into my neck. I called his name as I felt myself climax around him again and again. The tie’s were biting into my wrists but I didn’t care, in fact, I quite enjoyed the feel of it.

  Charles lifted me by my wrists, the upward motion making my arms ache a little in this position, and he guided me over to the bed, and helped me onto it. He placed me on my side, my knees in front of me, and lay beside me on the soft bed.

  “Do you know how I’ve longed for this?” He asked close to my ear.

  “No.” I breathed as he slid is burning hot head into me.

  “I’ve waited years for this, I knew one day… one d
ay you’d be bored, and you’d want adventure, and I’d finally have my chance to make you my little princess, just as I always wanted to.”

  The words were a shock to me. What did he mean? Why didn’t he ever tell me about this before? Surely I’d told him about my fantasies, yes, many times. Thoughts flew through my mind as Charles slid in and out of me slowly, his hand sliding along my skin as I felt myself burning closer. Charles uttered a small laugh at my tightening, and when I came again he hauled my hips back, against him, and turned my face to him before kissing me.

  “I love you.” He said.

  And for the first time in several years, I felt it.

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