Confined Four Years

No Love

***This chapter includes s****l content***

Since their parents are forcing their hands, they have no choice but to follow along with what they want. Marcus stood and grabbed her hand, before leading her into the hallway towards his bedroom. It would be her first time in there and considering what the pair planned to do, she felt nervous. Marcus led her over to the bed and she sat down on autopilot, looking anywhere but at him. When he kneeled down, she was startled when she felt his cool fingertips on her thin ankle. Julia watched as he gently removed her shoes before his fingers trailed up to her knees, causing her to flinch.

“It’s okay, Julia.” He mumbled soothingly, his voice sounding husky. “I know we have to do this, but I don’t want you to hate me. We still have to live together after this.”

“Yeah…” Her voice felt tight in her throat. “Sorry… it’s just…”

“I know. You hoped to show this side of yourself to someone you loved.” Marcus’s fingers stroked around the thin flesh of her knee. “I promise to take it slow.”

She nodded, her eyes falling to her lap. When his finger trailed up past her knee to her mid-thigh, she sighed softly, wishing things could be different. His touch felt gentle on her skin, feather-light even, and she knew that at least her first time would not be painful. At least not terribly painful, anyway. When Julia felt his eyes on her, she finally lifted her head, and the two locked eyes. Though his expression was unreadable normally, it seemed like he had something to say. She waited patiently for his next move when he finally leaned closer and his chocolate eyes looking into hers.

“I’m going to kiss you, okay?” He asked, his voice dipping lower. “It will help you get into the mood…”

The two already kissed once, at their wedding, but that was a completely unique situation from this. She could feel the gap in their experience like it took physical shape but nodded all the same. Marcus smiled a little before cupping her cheek, his hand feeling large against the supple flesh, and pressing closer. She kept telling herself they were two adults, consenting to have s*x for procreation. For a single moment, she locked eyes with him before her own slid closed, and she felt the slightly cold fullness of his mouth against hers. As they kissed, she calmly examined his touch as nothing but gentle.

Julia relaxed before startling when the straps of her dress slipped off her shoulders, causing the front to fall down to her waist. When she leaned back slightly to grab the dress, she fell back against the bed with Marcus hovering over her, his knees pressed into the bed on either side of her hips. She looked up at him in shock and he pressed forward again, this time his lips landing on her neck. Unable to help herself, she inhaled sharply at the bit of stubble on his jaw brushing against hers and the scent of his expensive cologne filled her nose. His head lowered, following the strap of her bra, before his lips touched the fleshy part of her breasts. This made her gasp a little, causing him to stop and look up at her.

“Are you okay?” Marcus’s voice seemed deeper than before and within his eyes, lust seemed to burn bright. “I can slow down if that’s better.”

“I… I’m fine…” Julia whispered, unable to look away. “No one… has ever touched me there before…”

Marcus watched her for a moment, his eyes narrowing a little before his lips pressed against her breasts again. Her body felt warmer than normal, her lips parting in small gasps as he showered her chest with kisses before his fingers found the straps of her bra. Instead of flinching again, she forced herself still as it came off. Her dress still covered her lower half, but now that her breasts were no longer covered, she shifted nervously, her hands coming up to cover them. His now feverish hands grabbed her wrists, stopping her before his head lowered and the feel of his tongue on the peak caused her to stop breathing for a moment.

“You really are… a beautiful woman…” she heard him mumble as he continued to lavish her breasts with his tongue and lips. “I know you… don’t want to do this… but we should try to enjoy it…”

Her mind could not plan a response to his words. His hands pressed her wrists into the bed, his lean body held her legs together, and the feel of his breath across the heated flesh of her chest made her rub her knees together. She did not love this man; she thought as his kisses traveled lower, his tongue circling her belly button before he finally pulled back and unbuttoned his shirt. She did not love him, but he is right. It felt good, and she watched as the tanned skin of his chest showed before she could fully gaze at his nude upper half.

The click of his belt coming loose caused her to tense up again, and she could only watch as he stood up and pushed his pants down. She looked away again until she felt the bed shift and her dress, along with her underwear, slipped off her body. Instead of immediately spreading her legs, though, she felt the touch of his heated fingertips on her hips. She finally looked back at him to see what he was doing to find him looking at the heated flesh of her entrance. Embarrassed, she shifted away a bit, but his hands stopped her from getting too far.

Slowly, he spread her legs open before leaning closer, placing her legs on his shoulders. When she tried to pull away again, she felt one of his fingers trail up her thigh and stroke her body at her core. A surprised gasp left her lips, but he did not stop and before too long, her thoughts fled again. She moaned before feeling his tongue press against her; causing her to arch almost off the bed. His fingers stroked deeper than before, making her stomach clench in anticipation. As if he could sense this, his free hand pressed against her lower stomach, causing her entire body to shutter before a c****x ripped through her body.

In an instant, he stopped before rising, his lean, muscular body tense. She could only lie there panting as he positioned himself, his hard flesh pressing into her body. It felt like he planned to stretch out her body, but she did not feel as much pain as she expected. Marcus seemed to pick up on that and he started, his angle deep and movements intended to be pleasurable. His body became slick with sweat, his mouth set in a firm line before he leaned down to kiss her again. The tense brush of his breath and the feel of his body making her feel as though he were holding back for her sake.

“I’m… okay, now…” Julia mumbled as he continued to keep his slow pace. “You said… to try enjoying this…”

His eyes widened and though she felt no emotion for him, she wrapped her arms around his sweaty neck before nodding. Marcus slipped his hand down from next to her head to her hip, drawing her leg up the length of his body, before his thrusts sped up. Only the areas he found and targeted seemed to have a form as her body melted away on one c****x after another. She would never grow to love this man, that much she knew, and he would never love her either, but until she got pregnant, they would have to do this for a while. As his thrusts became erratic, she felt his entire body tense up before a pulsating heat seemed to take over his lower half.

Since she came to herself at the end, she waited patiently for him to finish before he finally pulled away and left the room. This confused her, of course, and she tilted her head. When he walked back in, he held a damp towel in one hand and bent over to grab her underwear with the other. Now that the deed was complete, she did not expect him to help her clean up, but she supposed that made sense. The cool touch of the towel against the still-hot flesh of her body snapped her out of her thoughts and she looked up at him before looking away. This was just a job she had to do, for the sake of her and her siblings’ futures.

“Did it hurt?” Marcus asked, pulling the towel away a little before pressing it back. “You’re not bleeding too much.”

“No, it didn’t hurt… Thank you…” she whispered, her cheeks flooding with heat. “Hopefully, it won’t take long for me to get pregnant.”

When he did not reply, she reached out to grab her underwear before sitting up to look down at the blankets. They would need to go in the washer and be replaced before he could go to bed tonight, she thought, reaching out to pull the blanket from the bed. A throat cleared, causing her to startle before looking back at him. He simply pointed to the underwear in her free hand while averting his eyes. Right, she thought, pulling her clothes back on and turning to face him, grabbing the blanket as she did so. It is probably just as awkward for him as it is for her; she reminded herself. Marcus left his shirt off but pulled his pants on before following her to the laundry room.

“When you get pregnant, do you want a boy or a girl?” His question startled her as she put the blanket and towel into the washing machine. “If we have a boy, I’d like to name him Mason.”

“Oh… I never really thought about it. I guess I wouldn’t mind either, though for a girl the name should be Madison.” She replied, turning to look at him. “Maybe she would let me play in her hair.”

The two continued to talk about it for a while before retiring to their individual rooms. For three weeks, Marcus and Julia continued to have s*x every other night until she realized her monthly cycle was late. She went to the store to purchase a test before returning home to wait for Marcus. When he finally walked through the door that evening and the two had dinner, she pulled the test from her purse to show him. As soon as his eyes fell on it, they widened exponentially before he nodded and the pair walked over to the restroom. A few seconds later, she walked out of the restroom to wait with him for the results.

“Well?” Marcus asked as soon as she walked out of the room. “What does it say?”

“We have to wait three minutes for the results,” she replied, reading the paper. “But my period has always been on time, so I’m pretty sure I am. It could also be a trick of the mind since that is what we are trying to accomplish.”

She remembered reading a paper about women tricking themselves into thinking they were pregnant, to the point they even had morning sickness. This especially happened to women who were trying to get pregnant. As she considered this, she paced the hallway in front of the bathroom, her mind blank. How could they raise a child without love? No, she told herself, slapping both of her cheeks. They would love their children, just not each other. Surely, she could handle that much. Her shoulders sank a little as her thoughts depressed her. A child. Would they suffer from the lack of love between their parents? She wondered with a soft sigh, glancing at Marcus. Would he even be a good father to them?

She looked around the living room of her shared space with her roommate husband. Since she did not intend on being with him forever, the living room was still like a bland bachelor's pad. Nothing of hers touched the living room, so it never felt like home. Marcus spent the most time in there since she still had a lot of school work to finish up. The only space that felt remotely like hers was the guest bedroom she stayed in. Julia hated it. She wanted more out of her relationship with a man.