Paralysis

2nd Level

As usual, I got up early. I had a shower and am making breakfast. Guillaume is still asleep. I can’t help thinking about what happened last night, and what he said. What would happen if he lost control? And when he moved closer, why couldn’t I move? And why...

That breath... I shiver; he’s behind me.

_ Good morning

He gently places his hands on my hips and... that’s it, I can’t move.

_ H-hello

_ Did you sleep well?

He gently pushes my back so I arch it. I’m terribly hot.

_ Y-yes..., and you?

_ Not really, I was feeling a bit... unwell

He’s moved away from behind me, I can move again. It’s a really strange feeling.

_ Where did it hurt?

_ Never mind, it’s gone now... I’m going to have a shower

_ OK

He’s gone. I can take a deep breath and get back to preparing my meals.

I served the food and he came downstairs, freshly dressed in a Belgian shirt and grey slippers.

_ Are you going out today? I asked him

_ No, I’m sticking to you all week, he said, sitting down with a big smile on his lips

He really dresses up even to stay at home, so I feel a bit old in my simple little blue dress. But his words echo in my head and I can’t help but blush: he’ll be sticking to me...

_ Aren’t you going to sit down?

_ Er... Yes, yes

I was so lost in my thoughts that I forgot to sit down. That man really unsettles me.

We’d finished eating and I stood up to clear the table. Just as I was about to pick up the plates, he came up behind me, spun me round and sat me down on the table. He’s now between my legs, his face still so close... Once again, I’ve lost the ability to move.

_ That was delicious, thank you very much

_ Y-you’re welcome, I said, unable to tear my eyes away from his

He cups my face in his hands and leans in close to my ear. My heart is racing and the temperature...

_ It’s a shame you’re not on the menu; I’d have taken a big bite out of you.

His words pierce my ear and make my whole body tremble from within. Why does he have this effect on me? But I must regain control of myself.

_ Is that what happens when... you lose control?, I said calmly

_ Sorry?, he said, pulling away from my ear

_ You said yesterday that you sometimes lose control...

_ No... When I lose control... It’s something else entirely

He said it with such a deep look in his eyes that I didn’t know how to reply. He left me at the table and went back upstairs to the bedroom. I gathered my wits before clearing the rest of the table.

I’ve finished in the kitchen for now and the house is clean. So I head towards the bedroom, determined to find out more about my… unsettling husband. He was at his desk, completely absorbed in his computer. I sat down on the bed behind him and couldn’t help but gaze at him. Such elegance in his movements; he really is...

_ Are you going to stand there staring at me for much longer?

_ You didn’t answer yesterday’s question, I said suddenly, which surprised even me

_ What question are you talking about?

He stopped what he was doing and turned round, fixing his eyes on mine; powerful, intense, hypnotic.

_ How many romantic relationships have you had?

_ ... Seven

_ I was expecting a much higher number; that surprises me

_ Let’s just say my way of being doesn’t necessarily appeal to all women

_ Your way of being?

He takes a while to answer. What does he mean by that?

_ ... According to some, I’m a bit too violent

I’m shocked. Violent? Have I married a sadomasochist?

_ W-what do you mean, violent?

_ *He sighs. ‘Khrystal, you’ve got your whole life to discover that... side of me. Don’t worry, I’d never hurt you.’

He looks at me even more intently. He seems confident. I don’t know why, but I trust him.

After that, the day passed quite quickly. I kept myself busy as best I could, but I couldn’t stop thinking about our conversation. What exactly did he mean by ‘violent’? Why shouldn’t I worry? Isn’t that something serious? Who is he really? So many questions running through my head.

We’ve already had dinner. I go up to the bedroom and he’s buried in a file. So I decide to take the opportunity to have a shower. I took a black nightdress from the wardrobe before heading into the shower.

When I came out, he was still at his desk, but turned towards the shower door, watching me, scrutinising me, taking me in. He stands up and approaches me. I’m at his mercy, unable to move. He turns me round and pins me against the shower door. He slips his fingers between mine and pushes my hands above my head.

_ I really like your nighties; they suit you perfectly, especially this one which is slightly see-through, although I’ve noticed you sleep without underwear. ..

Arch!!! I’d forgotten that one was see-through. I’m done for.

He’s breathing heavily on my neck; I shiver. He moves his hands down, but mine remain pinned above my head. With one hand, he grabs my hair to kiss my neck; I blush, I’m hot. With the other, he slowly caresses my curves as he moves down. When he reaches my hips, he pushes them back slightly so that I arch my back and press against... his enormous erection. My blood races and my heart skips a beat.

_ This is what you’re putting me through, barely married, and that’s why I couldn’t sleep last night

His voice is hoarse. He slides his hand down to my private parts and Good God! If he carries on, I’m going to...

He’s pulled back; I can finally breathe and move. I turn to look at him, but he looks away, walks past me and locks himself in the shower. I lie down and soon fall asleep, my head full of questions.