Once inside the room, she quietly adjusted her laptop down on the table and started setting it up.
They had left from their own reception before everyone else on, not that anyone dared questioned why. But she knew she had gotten herself in trouble, even though he had shown different sets of emotions, he was undoubtably irritated.
If it wasn't for her compliance in bed, he wouldn't have even considered her request. It bothered his own mind as to why he caught her willingness, she was his fucking wife, he could bend her over and have his way whenever he wished, and yet he wanted to have her battle with herself, he cherished the way she seethed under him, loathing everything but not denying anyways.
He settled himself down, crossing his legs across mattress, relaxing back on the bed post watching as she didn't mind changing her clothes before sitting in front of screen.
They had barely reached in time. He had driven his Porsche like a truck, slowly taking turns, waiting on empty signals, and for once following the speed limits, beleing his racer self. If it was for the normal circumstances, his car had never known what limits were, and yet today when it came to her, he drove indolently, noticing her fidgeting with fingers impatiently, knowing time was slipping like sand. As much as she had wanted to, she did not tell him to drive faster, realising the bastard did it intentionally.
She had five minutes to prepare herself for an interview she didn't even think have an opportunity to attempt. After finally settling down she was allowed in the virtual meeting, she took a deep breathe before entering. Pushing thoughts of him being in the same room and watching like a hawk at the back of her mind, she prepared for her only salvation.
You worked hard for this, you're not going to stop until it's yours
She kept repeating her mantra until the very moment.
"Welcome Tara, how are you doing today?" With the very first question that had a truly horrific answer, interview began.
She was unlike the girl he knew. He didn't hear her stuttering once. The subtle smile on her face and confidence in her voice as she explained her experience in different fields baffled him. She was way smarter than he thought she was. Her journey of receiving degree in biotechnology, challenges in academic writing, article writing, and proofreading she talked of it all. Her passion for both writing and biology had brought her to the junction of medical writing. He listened as she explained how the process of editing worked for her. She sounded impressive even from his third person view.
As the meeting came to an end, she asked them whether they found anything during the conversation which might make her unqualified for the position. One of the senior white man with American accent intoned,
"Actually there is miss Tara. Is there any reason for your rather grandiloquent attire for a corporate interview?"
Her expressions became grave only for a second before she retorted, "I apologize for the inconvenience sir, but because interview was scheduled on the same day as my wedding I found no time to dress professionally. But I can assure you in the future meetings, if I happen to join your company, would you see me both communicate and dress appropriately" she finished with a warm smile.
There was no doubt she had cracked the interview. Interviewers were no less than impressed before bidding their goodbyes. Donavan had to appreciate her confidence, regardless of how he had witnessed her trembling like a leaf, she was serious about her career. Her dedication and hardwork towards her goal only exposed her weakness that he could easily press under his foot as deemed fit. He smiled in triumph, if anything she had foolishly given her only weakness in the palm of his hand to do anything with.
Just as she closed the laptop she heard the eery silence. Her sweet moment of pitching her talent had evaporated into vapor of greasealy anticipation. She stood up from study chair to look at him. He seemed oddly pleased.
"Congratulations" His sardonic smile imprinted her eyes. There was no need to lay down the fact that he didn't mean it.
"Undress" he commanded, his face suddenly non-transparent. Although she didn't expect a very gentle request, she still felt taken aback.
"I....I can we.."
He tilted his head challenging her to deny him.
She closed her mouth shut before moving her shaking hands to her ears.
There was no other way, she realised. Undoing her heavy earrings, she rested them on the table. She could already imagine the lustrous piece of furniture heaped with every piece of ornament she wore.
Her heart beat rose to an alarming rate as she moved on to her necklace, feeling his sharp eyes watching her every move. There are deleterious moments she realised, that you know are approaching faster than light, with promising pain and boisterous consequences and yet you all but watch, as you can only watch. But you live them far before they come so you don't feel surprised by the pain, in apprehension of just how vicious they would be. In the horrible abeyance she felt the striking gush, of emotions, adrenalin, but most importantly, fear. She had vividly lived the dire anticipation of this moment, when he'd shamelessly watch her getting naked, when his covetous hands would roam on her skin, when his disastrous intentions would morph into reality.
As slowly as she tried to, the list of the jewellery off her body grew, just as his patience alarmingly shrank. After a moment she realised there was nothing else to be removed than her clothes, the only piece of garment that was yet sacredly protecting her dignity, she halted for a moment, letting her demise sit in the bottom of her heart.
She flinched as he suddenly stood up, slowly approaching her in menacing steps. She realised he only needed to stand next to her to make her feel dwarfed, insignificant, small.
"I didn't tell you to stop" he reminded her shaken body.
Her hand hesitantly moved to her shoulder, undoing the pin holding her saari together, she slowly let the fabric slide off her body, delaying her humiliation for as long as she could.
In a second, her hands were pushed away from her own body. She dared to look from the austere floor to his blustering ardent eyes that only reflected look from the austere floor to his blustering verdant eyes that only reflected impatience. He watched her back, not letting his eyes waver from hers as he harshly tore the fabric apart, liberating her skin from its cover. She tried to glean for any glimpse of humane emotion in his eyes as he only echoed frustrating lust at the complicated fabric wrapped around her body. His expert fingers twisted around the buttons of her blouse swiftly undoing it. He paid no heed before swinging the useless fabric carelessly on the ground.
In her intimates he paused to take a look, appreciating the woman in his bedroom. Her breathe was snatched away as she felt the hardness of the wall on her back, hoisted up in his body. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his torso to support her weight and before she knew what was happening they were in a fervent kiss. He didn't bother starting slow as his hands teared up her panties getting them out of his way. Her plead at his aggressive drive went unheard as his other hand unbuttoned her bra before disposing it off.
His rough hands fondled her breasts before rolling and twisting her nipples in the pinch of his fingers. Her hands instinctively ran to hold his wrists, stopping him from manhandling.
He broke the kiss suddenly and stared in her eyes, his anger visible.
"Hands on shoulder" he ordered.
Her shaky and sweaty hands placed themselves on his shoulder.
"Now if again you try to stop me, you won't like what I do next, understood?"
Her teary eyes looked into his to find any remnants of kindness. A painful gasp left her lips when he slapped her small breasts.
"UNDERSTOOD?" He gritted.
"Ye..yess" she felt weak everywhere as he kissed her to oblivion. His tongue playing with her mouth as his hand with her breasts. It wasn't until his hands traveled to her pussy did she allow herself to beg once again. His left hand steadily kept her in place while his right hand massaged her pussy, circling her entrance, pushing his finger in.
He effortlessly carried her like doll to the bed and took a step back to relish the view. She looked like his sinful possession, completely naked under his mercy while he gloriously stood fully dressed. Swiftly removing his suit jacket he started unbuttoning his shirt. She felt delirious under his scrutiny, she prayed her body to pass out before she witnessed whatever was to happen.
She saw as with each button undone, his chiseled muscles emerged. She gulped a big lump of saliva as his half naked body stalked to her like a beast. She only tried to back herself down before getting roughly pulled back under him. He parted legs before setting himself in. Memories of his last times doings flooded her mind and just like that, without a second thought, his head dipped straight into her pussy. She couldn't contain the throated moan that left her. His tongue repeated the things he knew had turned her on only this time she felt the intrusion of his finger. She started thrashing in his arms as he forced her legs apart. He groaned as his thick finger found all the way inside her tight pussy. "You like that?" He taunted pushing second finger in. She whined at the attempt, yet again trying to kick him. Her insides twisted as he delivered slap right on her clit.
"Aahhhhhh" she moaned and screamed, whatever he was doing, she knew would be the end of her.
"I asked did you like that" he asked before threateningly massaging her pussy.
"Yes yess" she moaned desperately.
"Then you'd like this too" he said standing up. She looked up to see him undressing his pants. She quickly looked away hoping not to take glimpse of whatever it held. He didn't mind her shyness. For all that he was sure of, she'd be sucking on it in the near future.
Stroking his hard dick twice he hovered over her body. Holding both of her legs on his either side, he aligned himself at her entrance. She felt unstoppable rivers of tears bathing her cheeks waiting for the moment. She felt him entering her, it didn't feel any less than a rod. "It....it...hurts.." she whined as he pushed himself a little more.
"Just for a while honey" he said pushing himself a little more until he felt her wall tearing apart. Her insides screamed in pain as she lost her virginity. He was still inching forwards, she stared at him patiently to get this done with but it didn't seem to end. It was only until he started pulling himself out did she permitted herself to relax. Her calm only lasted for a second before he pushed himself back all the way in. She screamed as he did it, he slowly found his pace, pushing in and out of her channel.
She looked done with her life, tired and sweaty. He smirked at her naiveness for thinking this would get over soon. As he sensed she was relaxing under his pace did he decided to be himself.
Enough with being gentle.
He picked both her legs and settled them on either of his shoulders. She noticed the change of positions in confusion before she felt him penetrating her deeper. A moan found its way out of her as his pace quickly became fast. Their bed started creaking in a rhythm as the sound of flesh hitting reverberated in the room. She desperately fisted onto the bedsheets to channel her energy. Her moans had no way to stop as his rough pounding took over, something immense grew in the pit of her stomach. Her orgasm reached impossibly closer with his each powerful shoves and just with one of his aggressive thrust she came undone as loudly as she could. Her body physically shook with pleasure unable to control her shaking. She expected him to stop to let her breathe but he didn't seem to mind a bit. When she thought she couldn't take it no more from exhaustion did the night had just began.