The Secrets That Ruin Them

Chapter 4 – No Consummation

The car trip back home was very quiet. Michal had spent most of his night chatting to his two closest friends and a group of extended acquaintances. They told him to bring his new wife over, so they could all meet her, but he declined. He told them to let her settle in first, that he would like to make sure she was not playing games, just wanting money before he would invite her to meet those he cared about. He simply did not want to bother wheeling himself over to her, to convince her. He knew she did not want this marriage, he worked that out within seconds of seeing her stand before him.

Glancing sideways at her, he could see that she was sitting as far to the opposite side of the car that he was, cuddling into the door as much as she could, glancing out the window. She may not have known it, but he could see clearly her reflection and he could see the fear and worry in her eyes. She was crying. Michal was not happy about this and looking away, it put him in a foul mood, his hands clasped into fists in his lap. He hated weak girls, he hated seeing people cry for no reason. It was not like he had beaten her into the marriage, it was not like he treated her like she was some dirty slave of his. He did not even know her, she did not even know him.

As the car pulled up to the house, he was paying attention to the girl again, Nakisha Shaw, wondering if she would show her true colours, and marvel at the huge mansion he owned. He was used to it, not that he would bring any woman back in the past, but as soon as they hear what estate he lives in, their eyes widened and shone with greed, wanting more. He wondered what the girl in the car would act like, would she gasp and her jaw drop in amazement, desperate to go inside and see everything, have everything. That was what he pictured every time in the past when he would meet people his grandfather tried to set him up with.

His door was opened and used to the manoeuvre, he pulled himself out of the car and sat into the wheelchair that his driver had ready for him. He looked around and saw Ms June had come out of the house and gone to the other side of the car, to open it for Nakisha, however, they all found the girl was already out of the car and holding up the hem of her dress. She had a blank look on her face as she moved towards their side of the car.

“Madam, do you need something?” Ms June asked.

“I just... Thought... I would help.” the girl said weakly.

“It is our job to serve you and the Master. You do not need to push him around.” Ms June said.

“Oh... Sorry.” Nakisha said looking down at the ground. “I thought... Now that...”

“You think now you are a wife, you have to do the wife duties?” Michal said in a cold voice, seeing the way she shrank back a little from him. “Ben... Let her do it then, if she wants to be such a conscientious wife.”

He saw the way her eye flickered for a moment, picking up on his cold tone, on his words, like he was knocking her offer down to be nothing but an act of play to win him over. His words did not sit well with her, but he was not going to take them back. He would let her think she got to him and then he would make her wish she had thought twice to mess with him.

Ben moved away from the wheelchair and with a nod to him, Nakisha moved forwards, hands on the chairs handles. Ms June grabbed the back of the wedding dress she was still wearing and tucked it up into the top part, to keep it from getting in the way. Ben went back to the car and stood leaning against it, arms crossed, watching. Michal said nothing, waiting for the girl to give up and ask somebody else to do it, but she never did.

In silence, Nakisha braced herself and pushed, the wheelchair moving forward. Michal was mildly surprised. The chair was specially designed, it was not easy to manoeuvre, but the girl was moving it along towards the front door. Maybe she was not as weak as she looked, she had to have some fight in her to be able to push the chair all the way into the house. Ms June followed them in, giving Nakisha directions through the front doors and the front entrance foyer, before directing Nakisha to the archway that lead to the open living space, where an elevator was built in three years ago.

The whole trip was done in silence, nobody said a word, as the elevator arrived, as they got in, as it went up, doors opened and Nakisha pushed it out. Ms June had taken the stairs after showing the girl where the lift was and she waited for them on the third level. She showed Nakisha across the hall and to the large double doors that led to the master bedroom. With the door opened, Michal was wheeled into his room, and Ms June gave Nakisha all the directions to assist Michal to get out of the chair and into the bathroom where he would freshen up.

Ms June asked Nakisha to hang around and wait for him to be finished, so she could help him when he was ready to come out again. He could see the way she was nervous and it bothered him, as he went into the bathroom. He felt like she was doing this all for a show, hoping and wanting to get in his good books. Michal wanted to do something to test her, to see how much of a game she really was playing. He wanted to see if his grandmother had been fooled by the girl and her innocent look.

After spending thirty minutes in the bathroom, Michal made it known to the girl he was ready to come out. He noticed she did not enter for another thirty seconds and even gave the door a quick knock, as if warning him she was indeed there to come in. Dressed in a robe with some cashmere pyjama bottoms. His chest was bare under the robe, a purposeful act of his. He could see Nakisha still wore her dress, hair still in place, but her cheeks reddened and looked away from him, so she was not staring directly. He smirked to himself, knowing no woman could help but to look at the way his bare chest looked and while he had the robe on, it was easy to tell how sculptured he was. Maybe she was expecting him to be skinny because he was in use of a wheel chair.

Getting over her embarrassment, Nakisha moved closer to him, to help him back to the chair and then moved him to the bed, just like Ms June had explained to her. She did everything perfect, like she had been doing it for years. This did surprise Michal, as it was his turn to be embarrassed by the unexpected. It took a moment for him to refocus and when they got to the side of the bed, he pulled himself onto the bed, shifting around until he was in the spot on the bed he liked. Silence filled the room and looking over he saw the girl was turning, moving the chair into a safe spot and about to head for the door.

“Do you expect me to sleep cold?” he asked. “Put the blankets on me... Wife.”

He could see the way she looked stunned, worried and confused. Yet, she looked down at the ground, said not a word back to his cold tone and the way he said wife in a disgusted tone. She moved back to the bed, playing the good nurse, the good wife, and pulling the blankets out from their fixed tucked state and slipped them from under him, before leaning slightly to pull them back over him.

Michal, wanting to catch her little act out for fake, moved quickly. He grabbed her arm and with a surprised yelp from the girl, she fell onto the bed. He could feel her scrambling about, trying to get up, but Michal was quick and strong. He acted quickly and before the girl could even think or get away, he pinned her down on the bed under him. Her eyes were wide in shock and fear, her hands braced against his bare chest as the robe had slipped down, as she was trying to push him away from her.

“What is it Wife?” he asked, his expression turning cruel and cold. “You wanted so badly to be a good wife, so why not fulfil your real duties.”

“No... Please... I...” she stuttered, her voice trembling.

“What, you think because I am crippled that I can not do anything?” he asked coldly.

“That is not true!” she gasped.

“So you want me to show you how a husband enjoys his wife?” he asked.

“N...no” she said in a weak voice, holding back the tears in her eyes.

He would teach her a lesson, he would show her how not to mess with somebody, how not to mess with him. Michal leaned down, pressing his lips into her exposed neck. She tasted sweet, smelled lightly of blueberries. It was actually pleasant, but the moment his lips kissed her, he felt her struggling under him, not holding back the tears and trying to push him away. Her movements were not helping at all and an unexpected desire arose within him. He knew she was a virgin, his grandmother would not have allowed her to marry him if she was not. He did not like to share what other people have already had. He figured she was shy and scared, but it just made him angry that she acted so sweet and dutiful before and yet was refusing to let him even touch her.

With an annoyed grunt, Michal moved his two hands to the front of the dress and tore at it, hearing the way the material ripped and the girl let out a frightened scream. She raised a hand, slapping him, to the point that it shocked both of them and they both were stunned frozen for a moment. Never in his whole life had Michal ever been slapped before, never even been disrespected in such a way by a woman before. He was furious, his grey eyes darkening dangerously as he grabbed the girls tiny wrists in one hand and pulled her dress down with the other. He saw she was wearing those breast pads and before she could stop him, he pulled the left one away, cupping her sizeable breast in his hand and placed his lips around her n****e.

He could feel the fear and panic escalate within the girl, and before he could go any further she was able to free her hands from his grip, pushed him from her and used her legs to kick at him. She rolled off the bed, the dress ripping some more, and with a disgusted and pained look on her face, she gave him one look and then rushed out of the room, holding her hands and arms over her front, to keep the torn dress in place.

“Fuck.” Michal hissed.

He leaned back down into the bed, looking up at the roof. She had escaped. That was a good thing. Yet, not a good thing either. He was not even sure why he went so overboard, he lost sense of what he was meant to do and really wanted to have her. She was stunning, her body was perfect. He knew he did not know her, but he felt like, they just made sense. He had scared the hell out of her, likely left her a mark or two, and he knew she was not going to like him much now. He had f****d up, but at least he knew one thing now.

She was not like other woman.

She was not there just to get into his bed like everyone else was.