The return
I lay on all fours on the bed as he thrust into me from behind vigorously, the pain cutting through me like a knife. I did not move, even when the pain was unbearable, I still held on till he was done, just like always. He withdrew his c**k and finished up with his hand, refusing to c*m inside me.
I turned and watched him as his hands moved up and down his d**k till he came. It did not bother me at all, I just looked at him with a vague expression.
I stood up from the bed and brought down my gown. He had never really taken off my clothes whenever he wanted to perform the acts, so it was easy to get dressed.
As I was done dressing up, I made my way out of the room without looking at him because talking to him would result in another punishment I was not ready for. His voice stopped me dead in my tracks.
“Chloe is back in town,” he said, putting on his trousers and buckling his belt like he had just said nothing. I turned slowly as a chill passed through my spine.
“What did you say?” I asked, uncertain.
“Are you deaf or are you pretending to be? Well, I wouldn't put it past you to do anything just to get what you want,” he said with disgust. I swallowed hard as I clasped my hands together.
I have since gotten accustomed to his insults and jabs by now, but it still hurts coming from my husband. I blinked the tears that were threatening to spill out of my eyes away.
He simply put on his shirt slowly while I waited for him. After what felt like eternity, he spoke again.
“Chloe is back,” he said. “Your family is organizing a welcome back party, so go back home today so you can help with the preparations, and make sure you behave yourself.
Don’t anger Chloe in any way. She has been through enough already,” he said before leaving. My eyes followed him as he took long strides, and soon he was out of the room. The door closed shut with a loud bang behind him, and I flinched from the sound. I stood there motionless for a while, my mind replaying what he just said.
I know I couldn't continue standing there, even though I dread the thought of seeing Chloe, I still have to go back home to help in preparing for her welcome party. It is the least I can do.
I did some breathing exercises before entering the bathroom to calm my nerves. As I got in, I peeled my clothes from my body.
I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself in the mirror, my blue eyes staring back at me. I turned my back and stretched my neck to look at my ass.
I saw the red imprints Spencer had left behind when he was having s*x with me. I sighed as my eyes scanned through my body, and I saw the deep scar on my waist I got from falling off the mountain.
I sighed, knowing fully well I need to take care of the injuries, especially the ones he cut open with his fingers from digging too deep into my flesh.
I moved from the mirror and went to stand under the shower.
I regulated the water and allowed the warm water to pour on me. I breathed a sigh of relief as the warm water soothed the ache between my legs and my sore ass.
I finished bathing and went into my room. I applied ointment to the injury and then dressed up as fast as possible. I wore jeans and a T-shirt, pulling my hair into a ponytail. I applied light makeup and wore my sneakers before leaving the house.
I hurried down the street because getting a taxi at this side of the neighborhood is always a hassle, so I made my way towards the entrance of the neighborhood.
Before I got to the entrance, I saw a taxi and hailed it. It stopped, and I entered, gave him my destination, and he started the car and began driving.
As I sat in the car, my mind went to so many things. How is Chloe? Has she forgiven me for what happened three years ago? Was she still angry?
I sighed as I tried to distract myself, but to no avail. I looked out of the window, trying to keep my mind in order. As we got closer to my parents' house, my heart began to beat faster and faster. I closed my eyes to do a breathing exercise to calm my nerves, but just when I thought it was about to calm down, the driver’s voice brought me back.
“We are here,” he said, and my eyes snapped open. He turned and looked at me, probably weirded out by my behavior since I got into his car. I smiled awkwardly and gave him money for the ride.
“Thank you,” I told him before coming down from the car with my bag.
I stood there in front of my parents’ mansion as I clutched my handbag. I stood there for almost an hour till I mustered up the courage to walk into my own home.
As I walked in, I saw all the staff moving around, trying to fix things and arrange stuff. My mouth dropped open at the decorations and how lavish everything was. A small, painful smile crept onto my face as I watched everyone scrambling around trying to fix things.
