From the beach bar, I walked back to our room as my husband trailed behind me, calling my name, which caused me to quicken my pace. We’ve been separated for six months and he thinks this vacation will fix everything. I knew this wasn’t going to work.
When I reached our room, I tried to shut the door in his face but he was right behind me and pushed it open before slamming it behind him.
“What?” he yelled. “What is it?”
I asked, “What do you want from me?”
“I want what we had when we got married,” he said, stepping up to me quick. “I want you to look at me with love in your eyes. I want Valentina back.”
“She’s gone.”
“Not entirely. She’s here,” he said, placing his hand on my breast and the hardening nipple underneath.
He kept me in his intense gaze as his hand moved down to my stomach where he reached down to grab my crotch.
I said, “You told me once that rape isn’t your thing.”
“I’ll never take you without you wanting me back,” he said, with that all familiar lust. “But I’m a man who wants to see my wife naked. Take off your clothes.”
I knew this night would come. It was time to get it over with. I hope I don’t like it too much. I usually look defiantly into his eyes, but tonight, I looked away as I pulled my dress over my head and stood there in my thong panties and bra. I dropped the dress to the ground as he circled me, keeping my gaze set squarely on the floor.
“You don’t want to look at me?” he asked.
“No.”
He angrily said, “Then you don’t have to.”
He walked over to his bags and pulled out the familiar satin sleep mask he uses as my blindfold. He slipped it over my eyes. It still smelled like my perfume from eight months ago. I heard him walk around the room, opening the balcony door to let in a big swell of humid air into the air conditioned room. Would he push me into the ocean and be done with me? I stood in place as I heard him move away. I heard his pants hit the floor then the rustling of bedding as he settled in. I stood in silence.
“Dance for me.”
“What?”
The guitar riffs from Low by Cracker came on over the TV sound system from Johnathan’s phone jacked into the port beside the bed.
“Dance.”
I began to move, tentatively, blindly swaying in place.
“Take off your bra,” he said.
I unlatched it, letting it drop to the ground as I continued to listlessly dance in place. I knew he was pleasuring his self as he watched me, and I felt naked, helpless, like a doe in the woods.
“No, not like that,” he said. “Not like some Bangkok dance hostess. Dance like you would in a strip club.”
I began to move my hips, slow and seductively, my arms swaying by my side. I whipped my hair as I turned around and slowly ground my ass before turning to the side to undulate like a belly dancer. I gathered my hair on top of my head to let it cascade over my shoulders as I moved my hips to the music. From a crack under the blindfold, I could see Johnathan entranced by the sight of me, gripping his massive hard-on I haven’t seen in months.
“Come here,” he rasped.
I crawled onto the bed.
“Lie down beside me.”
I did. He knelt over me, pinching my nipples as he jerked off.
“It’s been so long since I’ve touched you,” he said.
His hand travelled down my stomach, over my panties, where he pulled them aside to stick his finger between the lips of my wet pussy. His hand pulled out to clutch my thigh. He grunted as hot cum spurted on my stomach and he rubbed his dick on me, spreading it around with his smooth dick head.
The bed bounced as he got off and I heard him walk away. He tossed a hand towel on my belly before yanking off the mask. He kissed my cheek before crawling under the sheets and turning off his bedside lamp. I wiped his spunk off me, feeling utterly disgusted. I’m still just an object. Just a trophy. No, his cum rag. I curled up in the fetal position, with my back towards him and stared out at the moonlight streaming through the window sheers until I fell asleep.
The next morning I awoke to the sound of waves lapping at the beach as sunshine streamed into our room. My arm was unnaturally stretched behind me. I moved to reposition it but it was restrained by the metal around my wrist. I looked over my shoulder to see the handcuff on my wrist and lifted it up, dragging Johnathan’s arm along with it.
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