Chapter 2: The second night
The day was a dream. Their car pulled up in front of the most beautiful building she had ever seen. Its exterior, an imposing tower, had gleaming golden walls adorned with intricate designs in crimson hues that seemed to glow in the evening sun. The inside was no less breathtaking. The lobby was vast, illuminated by grand chandeliers that cast shadows on the polished marble floors. Sandhya's senses were overwhelmed by the intoxicating mix of ancient aromas, exotic flavors, and the hum of hushed voices.
The restaurant was elegantly decorated with plush velvet curtains and shimmering crystal chandeliers reflecting the flickering candlelight. A soothing melody played quietly in the background, adding to the ambiance of romance and intrigue.
"You look stunning tonight," Gautam said with a sly grin, "I wish we could celebrate our first wedding anniversary here."
Sandhya feigned a polite smile, her heart aching at the thought of spending another year with someone who refused to respect her boundaries.
SHe waited for things that had become usual now, though by no means acceptable. He would first pull her and kiss her, then cup her breasts, and finally penetrate her.
She would protest, cry, plead, but he wouldn't listen. He would take advantage of her vulnerability, using his superior strength to control her.
"You're mine now," he would whisper into her ear, his hot breath fanning her neck. "I own you."
Sandhya would try to push him away, but she was no match for his powerful frame. He would press himself against her, his hardness unmistakable through his clothes. She would whimper softly, her body betraying her reluctance.
Yet, she would endure it, her willpower eroding with each passing moment. Gautam would continue to assert his dominance, his confidence unwavering. He would use his fingers to explore her most sensitive regions, teasing her with his touch. Sandhya would writhe in discomfort, her mind racing with images of her previous encounters.
"You're such a tease," Gautam would murmur in her ear, his breath hot and heavy.
So today, in the honeymoon hotel too, he started by gently fondling her body. But then, his hand rested on her bare arm. She waited.
..
.
He slowly inserted his finger underneath her blouse sleeve, feeling her soft underarm wet with perspiration. Sandhya felt disgust simmering
within her as she tensed up. He pulled her arm closer to her body, positioning himself directly in front of her.
"What are you doing?" she protested with feigned politeness. "I'd rather not have you touch me like that."
Her words least effected him. He tickled her armpit, pulling more sweat out of it. She jerked her hand away. His fingers pulled out her hidden aroma and filled the room with it!
"I told you I'd rather avoid this," Sandhya reiterated, her voice quivering with a trace of desperation.
Gautam smirked, the smug grin twisting his features.
"And I told you, you're mine now," he reminded her, leaning in closer.
She recoiled instinctively, but he pinned her against the wall, his hand squeezing her wrist tightly.
"Just relax," he coaxed, his breath brushing across her cheek.
Then, he poked his nose
near her armpit. "Take a deep breath," he instructed, as if they were playing a game.
She hesitated for a moment, but the insistent pressure of his hand against her back urged her to obey. She exhaled, her armpit releasing fresh sweat.
Gautam sniffed loudly, savoring the aroma wafting up from her body.
"Mmm..." he moaned softly, his mouth opening wider.
"Please don't," she begged, her voice cracking. But when his tongue touched her armpit flesh,
she jumped in surprise.
"Shh," he whispered, his lips brushing against her moist skin. "Just breathe."
His words sent a chill down her spine, and she could feel her heart pounding erratically in her chest.
"Stop it," she commanded this time.
Gautam, however, did not relent. He began to lick her armpit, his tongue darting in and out, savoring her unique taste.
She jerked her hand away and stared at him with defiance.
"When would you understand the meaning of know?" she
yelled, her voice trembling with unspoken desperation.
"I am married to you because of my family's demands," she explained. "But I never asked for this kind of intimacy."
"It's normal," Gautam grumbled, his tone dismissive. "All marriages start like this."
"But why?" she protested, her voice rising in pitch. "Is love always supposed to hurt so much?"
"Sometimes love needs a push," Gautam reasoned, his words devoid of empathy.
"Not this," she spoke resolutely and piled herself
on the bed, leaving him standing alone in the middle of the room.
She turned her back to him, silently begging him to leave her alone.
Gautam also quietly settled at his side of the bed.
None of them made any move for several minutes.
Then, Gautam started fondling her back. Sandhya remained motionless. His hands landed on her hips. He applied a slight pressure on her hole under the fabric of her legging.
She stiffened, unsure of what was going to come.
His hands were now under her legging, feeling her hips beneath her underwear.
Sandhya's heart raced, her palms sweating with anxiety. She tried to gather the courage to confront him but instead chose to remain silent, hoping he would stop.
"Don't worry," Gautam whispered seductively, "I promise I won't hurt you."
But when Gautam literally inserted his finger into her asshole, she flung herself to sit upright. "Now what's that!" she demanded.
"I want to enjoy your anus," said Gautam, shamelessly
"But it's dirty!"
"I don't mind! I am not asking you to touch mine. I've no problem touching yours!"
Gautam asserted, reaching out for his own trousers. He swiftly stripped them off, revealing his erect penis. His boldness unnerved Sandhya. He approached her, his arousal clearly visible. Sandhya swallowed nervously, feeling cornered. She desperately searched for an excuse to retreat, but her voice stuck in her throat.
"I cannot do this," she managed to say, her voice cracking. "It's wrong."
"Come on, darling," Gautam coaxed, placing a firm hand on her hip. "It's not that bad.
We'll make it work," Gautam insisted, his grip tightening possessively on her hip. "You can trust me."
Sandhya felt cornered, her heart pounding furiously in her chest. "But..." she trailed off, her voice breaking. "I shouldn't let you do this."
"Do you want me to stop?" Gautam asked softly, his gaze penetrating her defenses.
"Yes," Sandhya answered, her voice quivering.
"OK. I'll stop," he said, "but I'll stop inside you!" Saying this,
he thrust his erection back into her. She screamed in pain, her body jerking with each brutal thrust.
"Stop it!" she yelled, her voice cracking in desperation. "Please, Gautam. I can't take anymore!"
Gautam only grew more aggressive, his hips bucking wildly, his cock pistoning in and out of her. She clawed at the mattress, her fingernails cutting into the soft fabric. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the sweat pouring from her brow.
Each thrust sent a jolt of pain coursing through her body, leaving her gasping for breath. Gautam's cock pistoned in and out of her, unrelenting in its violation.
"Please," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "I can't handle this any longer."
Gautam stopped abruptly, his cock throbbing inside her. He looked down at her, his expression dark and unforgiving. "You're mine," he growled, his voice dripping with menace. His final thrust almost killed her. He came,
shooting his load with a loud grunt. His semen flooded her vagina, coating her insides with his sticky essence. Sandhya whimpered softly, her body quivering with exhaustion. She could feel the warmth of his seed pooling inside her, a stark reminder of the violation she had endured.
"There," Gautam whispered, his voice sounding triumphant. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Sandhya said nothing, her eyes locked on the far corner of the room.