Relentless Dominance

ALESSIA

In a hurry, I quickly removed my clothes, leaving no piece of garment on my body. Then I stepped into the shower. I soaped and scrubbed my entire body. I still felt sore from earlier, even my chest was hurting. Did Claude bruise me here?

I also noticed that the area between my breasts was reddish. The same was true for the parts of my thighs near the groin. I couldn't tell if they were bruises or kiss marks. I bit my lip.

I hastened my movements. Claude might suddenly enter the bathroom. After I finished showering, I dried myself and put on a bathrobe. I had forgotten to take my clothes with me earlier. When I left the bathroom, I saw a tiny hallway. I went inside.

My eyes widened as I faced the contents of the room that I entered. It was a walk-in closet. But it wasn't an ordinary closet because it resembled a department store in its spaciousness and the number of clothes inside. Did Claude really have these many clothes?

Each rack contained a different type of clothing in various colors. There were tuxedo jackets, suit coats, slacks, polos, dress shirts, t-shirts, denim pants, shorts, and belts. I could see B*****n, K***n, A****i, along with other luxury brands. There was also a large shoe rack displaying almost a hundred pairs of shoes that varied in style; there were sneakers, loafers, and training shoes.

Next to the shoe rack were glass shelves holding various colors and designs of handkerchiefs, neckties, bow ties, lapel pins, tie pins, and cufflinks. But what caught my attention the most was the shelf containing various shades of watches. I saw some C*****r, P***k, and R***x among others. There was also high jewelry that ranged from bracelets to necklaces. The shelf didn't have a lock, so if a thief wandered in, they would surely make off with the jewelry. Everything here looked expensive.

I just shook my head. I was about to leave when my eyes caught the shelf at the end. I approached it. I was pleasantly surprised to find my underwear and towels. I pushed aside the covering mirror and took a pair of my underwear. I was about to put it on when I glanced at the adjacent cabinet. It wasn't a mirror covering it but an expensive wood. When I opened it, I was greeted by a plethora of underwear and swimwear. It contained various colors and designs of bras, bikinis, and swimsuits. I quickly closed the cabinet.

As I scanned the racks, I noticed the rack in front of me. Maxi dresses were hanging on it. Beside it were midi and mini-dresses. Upon closer inspection of the other racks, I found cocktail dresses, evening gowns, blouses, blazers, skirts, slacks, denim pants, t-shirts, silk pajamas, nighties, jogging pants, leotards, and shorts. It was a complete a-z closet.

Whose belongings were these? I pulled out a pajama set that matched Claude's. I examined it closely. It seemed to fit me. I returned it to the rack. I also placed the bra I was holding on it. I was about to put on the bikini when I suddenly heard rustling.

"What’s taking you so long? I've been waiting for you. Do you still plan on leaving or not? Are you hiding from me?"

I straightened up when I saw Claude rushing and shouting. He pulled me towards him as he approached and suddenly leaned against the cabinet.

"Do you think you can escape from me, huh?"

Before I could respond, Claude kissed me forcefully. His kiss was careless. It felt like I was being punished by the way he kissed me. He tried to put his tongue in my mouth. I had to open it because I was scared, he might bite my lip again.

Even though I was annoyed with Claude, I would admit that his kisses felt good even though they hurt me. Maybe if he were gentler, I would enjoy his kisses even more.

When Claude let go of my lips, we were both out of breath.

“I want you now. As in right now!” he said seriously.

I blinked several times when I saw the intense desire in Claude's eyes. I couldn't move as he suddenly pulled the tie of my bathrobe. I let go of the bikini I was holding and raised both hands to cover my naked body.

“I’ve seen your whole body. Why do you need to hide it from me? You can't do anything to stop me from doing what I plan to do to you.” Although Claude said this calmly, I knew he was furious again.

He grabbed my hands and tore off the bathrobe I was wearing. He didn't care as he pulled it off my body.

I found myself on the verge of tears again as I bowed my head, looking at the floor. I didn't want to look at Claude, who was in a hurry to take off his pajamas.

When Claude was no longer wearing anything, he suddenly grabbed me by the neck. I was forced to look up.

“Don't make me angry. You'll only get hurt,” he said dangerously before biting my lower lip.

I just closed my eyes, especially when I felt my neck sting. I felt my husband's teeth biting into my neck. Although he didn't have fangs, he surpassed a vampire sucking blood.

I clenched my fists. my nails dug into my palms as Claude started biting my chest. I almost broke my teeth trying not to scream because of the pain.

I wanted to push Claude away, but I couldn't for fear of making him angrier. I just endured the pain. It would end eventually.

I breathed a sigh of relief when Claude finally released my chest after a long while. But my relief was short-lived because he suddenly lifted one of my legs. Then, without a word, he thrust his hard and long member into my inside.

“D*mn it! You’re so wet! You really enjoy what I'm doing to you even if it hurts, huh? Let's increase the pain!” Claude cursed before thrusting forcefully and rapidly.

I couldn't help but scream. Claude was right. I couldn't understand myself why I still enjoyed it even though he was hurting me. It was a mixture of pain and pleasure that he made me feel.

My husband wasn't satisfied yet. He lifted one of my other legs while relentlessly pounding me. With the force of his movements, the cabinet where I was leaning against also made loud noises. Luckily, the wooden cabinet had a simple design, otherwise my back, pressed against it, might have hurt even more.

I was almost out of strength, so I had to cling to Claude's shoulder.

“D*mn you! You’re so f*ck*ng tight!” Claude's movements quickened even more. He was in a hurry, as if chased by a ghost.

Not only the cabinet made noise but also our bodies as we collided. We were both covered in sweat.

I felt like something was about to explode from within me. Claude released a few more thrusts before I let out a stifled scream. It felt like something burst inside me. But Claude continued to pound on me.

“D*mn it! I’m c*mm*ng!” Claude shouted after a few moments.

My eyes widened when I felt Claude's seed fill my inside. Claude emptied himself inside my womb.

Breathless, Claude rested his face on my shoulder. I also hugged my husband. We stayed in that position for a few minutes before he withdrew his member and lowered my legs. He also removed my hands from his shoulders.

If I hadn't been leaning against the cabinet, I might have collapsed because Claude quickly moved away from me.

“Lie down. We’re not yet done.”

“What?” I gave Claude a wide-eyed look. “There's a second round?”

I glanced at his member, still erect and with traces of blood. It was still standing and seemed hard. Could I take it?

“What are you waiting for? Lie down!” Claude yelled.

My eyes darted around. I looked at the carpeted floor and then at Claude.

“W-where should I lie down?”

Claude didn't answer. Instead, he pulled me and pushed me down. I ended up sitting on the carpet.

“Are you going to lie down, or should I make you lie down?”

I winced. I was forced to lie down. The floor was soft enough, but I worried that my back might itch. I didn't know if the carpet was clean. But I couldn't complain to Claude.

When I lay down, Claude immediately straddled me. He kissed me all over my face. As his lips descended to my shoulder. I thought he was going to kiss me. But I was surprised when my husband suddenly bit my shoulder. I couldn't help but scream in pain. But it seemed to be nothing to my husband as he also bit my other shoulder.

I closed my eyes tightly to hold back the tears that wanted to escape from my eyes. Why was he biting me?

My train of thought was interrupted when I felt Claude spreading my legs apart. I bit my lip as he buried himself inside me.

Claude thrusted vigorously. The pain was there again, but it was followed by pleasure. This was another reason why I couldn't complain because I also found pleasure in his possession of my body.

I couldn't help but let out a moan from my lips. Shortly after, Claude raised one of my legs and placed it on his shoulder. He did the same with my other leg.

Claude released strong and fast thrusts, further heating up my body. Even though it hurt, I would endure it if our lovemaking was this pleasurable. Claude squeezed my breasts, causing my eyes to almost roll back from the intensity of the sensation enveloping me.

My body trembled. I couldn't explain what I was feeling. It felt like something was about to explode within me again. My husband's member thrust in and out faster.

I couldn't help but scream when I reached my climax. Claude continued to pound me relentlessly. I couldn't even count how many times I climaxed. But I loved that feeling. my voice became hoarse from screaming uncontrollably.

“Aaah! I’m c*mm*ng!” Claude exclaimed eagerly, increasing the speed of his thrusts and withdrawal from my groin.

“Me too, Claude!” I cried out.

After a moment, our fluids mixed. With the amount that came out, some dripped onto My thighs and onto the carpet.

Claude collapsed on top of My body. He was quite heavy, but I didn't complain. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and hugged him.

After a few minutes, Claude removed my hands. He got off me and lay down beside me.

I closed my eyes. I was so tired that I didn't realize I fell asleep. I woke up shivering from the cold. I was lying alone on the carpet. I was still naked, so the chill from the aircon penetrated my body.

I carefully got up. I winced when I felt aching all over my body, especially in my p*ssy. I stood up slowly. I also picked up my fallen bikini and the scattered pieces of my bathrobe. Then I grabbed the bra resting on the rack and snatched the nearest pajamas.

I walked slowly towards the bathroom. It took me a while to shower and change because I winced every time the sensitive parts of my body were touched. my whole body stung as if I had wounds.

When I faced the mirror earlier, I saw the marks left on my shoulders. There were also kiss marks on my neck and both my breasts. my feet also had bruises, probably from Claude's tight grip that I hadn't noticed.

Upon leaving the bathroom, I found Claude sound asleep in bed. The comforter was wrapped up to his shoulders.

I carefully climbed onto the bed. Tears flowed uncontrollably as I stared at my peacefully sleeping husband.

I hope my fate is different from my sister's. If I'm crying now, I hope Lia is happy in her married life. I don't want her to end up like me. I don't want her to get hurt. I can't bear it if our fates are the same. I hope the time won't come when I fall in love with him. I don't want to learn to love him. I might cry tears of blood next time. I'll stay by your side for a year. When that time comes, I want to leave this house with my dignity intact. I'll bring my heart. I don't want to leave it with him. He won't take care of it anyway.

When I woke up the next day, Claude was no longer in bed. I glanced at the wall clock. It was already nine in the morning. Surely my husband had left a while ago.

I removed the comforter covering my body. I almost stumbled when I tried to put my feet down. Luckily, I held onto the side table.

How would I even get to the dining area with my body in so much pain?

That's when I noticed the intercom on the side table. I pressed it.

“Constance, can you please...” I paused, considering what I was about to say. I changed my statement. “Could you please come up to the room now?”

I had planned to ask for food delivery. But I realized that it wouldn't just be Constance who would hear what I was going to say, so it was difficult to speak freely. Claude's parents might get worried if they found out what my husband did to me. I didn't want them to know.

It didn't take long for Constance to arrive.

“Good morning, ma'am. Have you just woken up?”

“Yes, Constance. Can you bring me breakfast here? I'm not feeling well to go down.”

“Sure, ma'am. I'll get it for you. Is there anything specific you'd like to eat?”

I shook my head. “Anything will do, Constance. Whatever breakfast is prepared, I'll eat it.”

“Okay, I'll be right back. Just wait for me here.”

“Thank you, Constance.”

Once the maid left, I forced myself to walk to the bathroom. After bathing, I entered the walk-in closet and picked out some clothes. I was sure that the clothes there were mine because they all seemed to fit me perfectly.

When I returned to the bed, Constance was already there, waiting for me.

I frowned when I noticed the maid staring at me.

“You have a lot of marks on your neck!” she blurted out.

I automatically touched my neck. An idea suddenly entered my mind. “That's why I'm embarrassed to go downstairs because of these. It would be embarrassing if Claude's parents saw them,” I explained.

The maid nodded sympathetically. “It's okay, I'll bring your food here. Just rest. I'm sure you're tired and exhausted.”

My cheeks warmed at Constance's words. Was it that obvious in my appearance?

“Could you please not mention this to anyone? They might think something else,” I requested.

“Okay, ma'am. I'll just say you're not feeling well.”

“Thank you, Constance.” I was learning to lie even though it was only my second day in this house. But it was better than Claude's parents finding out. If they confronted him, he might direct his anger towards me. His resentment towards me might only increase.