“Gaston, let me explain,” I panted, as he threw me onto the bed, while he pulled off his shirt and undid his belt. But his need to subjugate me was too strong and he fell on me still dressed, jerking out his erect member and thrusting into me without preamble.
‘This is what I do to a whore,’ he growled against my mouth, his feverish hands squeezing my ripe breasts urgently, biting my lips, intent on hurting me.
‘Don’t you think of anything but this?” I sobbed as his lovemaking became violent.
Raising his head, he leered at my nakedness, and grunted as he exploded in me. He collapsed on top of me, almost crushing me with his weight and I squirmed under him.
I sat up slowly, feeling soiled. Hugging a sheet to cover myself, I turned to leave. He captured my waist and forced me down, throwing a leg onto me. I gasped, ”Gaston, you’re hurting me…’.
“Did I permit you to leave, woman?’ he asked silkily while I watched him in wide eyed panic. He lowered his head to my peaked nipples, a hand slipping between my thighs and my body arched obediently as I turned my face away in defeat.
*
She was like a damned drug, thought Gaston, as he irritably sat in his offices the next day. One part of him knew that he was being unfair to her, he wanted to listen to her, to talk to her but when he saw her, when she challenged him, he wanted to break her, wanted her to surrender to his will. And that tantalizing body drove him crazy with jealousy. When he saw her laughing with the children, he knew that she was a natural mother, and all of a sudden, the thought came to his mind; perhaps he was punishing her because she was not like his mother…