Escape To Him

Lies and Consequences

A/N: Mature content

Charlotte stood shaking in front of the mirror, gathering her hair into a neat ponytail. Lifting the hair off her neck, she saw the red imprint of his hand was clearly visible. She quickly went to her make up purse and grabbed her highest coverage foundation and attempted to cover the mark and blend it in to her skin. It worked perfectly, although she still decided to keep her hair down to give extra coverage.

The last thing she wanted to do was walk downstairs and meet a couple of strangers whilst under Michael's gaze and pretend that nothing had just happened between them. But the longer she delayed, the angrier she suspected he would become. She took a deep breath, taking one last look at herself in the mirror. Exiting the bedroom she slowly descended the staircase, her senses were peaked as she listened to the voices in the living room. They were talking loudly and laughing freely, blissfully unaware that anything had happened upstairs.

Michael spotted her and smiled smugly, "Much better, do come in and meet my new colleagues" he said, gesturing his hand out to her. She set a fake smile on her face and moved around the couch to take Michael's hand and face the men on the couch. They were both older than Michael, but they were both well dressed, same as Michael, in a shirt and tie.

"A pleasure to meet you both, I haven't yet met any of Michael's colleagues since we moved here" Charlotte said politely.
Michael lay a hand on her lower back making her shudder slightly, this earned a cruel glare from Michael that the men seemed not to notice.
"Well I'm not surprised," said the oldest of the pair, his shiny pink skin pulled tight over his rounded face, "if my wife looked like you I'd keep her well out of sight as well" he laughed obnoxiously, sloshing his whiskey and slamming his free hand on to the shoulder of the man sat beside him. The men all laughed whilst Charlotte shifted uncomfortably.
"It's a compliment dear, there's no need to look so uncomfortable" said the man still with a grin on his face.
"Forgive her, she is shy and with decidedly less Dutch courage in her system", said Michael.
"Yes I do think we have a stayed a little longer than planned, and indeed drunk a lot more than planned," said the other man on the couch, pushing his blond hair out of his eyes. "We should probably get off before we embarrass the poor girl any more" he said catching eyes with Charlotte with a friendly smile. He stood up from the couch.
"Will you both becoming to the charity fundraiser on Saturday evening?" he continued.
"Yes of course, wouldn't want to miss it" Michael replied with a smile, pulling Charlotte closer to his side.
"Perfect, then Michael thank you for a most entertaining evening, I will see you tomorrow, and Charlotte it was lovely to meet you, I look forward to seeing you on Saturday" he smiled before turning to the round faced man on the couch. "Come on Wilson, get up, lets leave these people in peace" he said grabbing the man by the elbow and heaving him to his feet.
"Oh if I must" the man sighed, plodding towards the front door "Let's do it again Michael" she shouted putting one hand in the air but not bothering to turn as he stumbled out of the front door. Michael followed them and closed the door behind them.

Although Charlotte was far from enjoying their company, now that their guest had left she felt sick to her stomach realising that her and Michael were now completely alone. She nervously starting pulling at her fingers, waiting in the living room for Michael. He was seemingly waiting till his colleagues were well off the premises before coming to find her. He stood across the room from her and looked lost in thought for a moment.

"You know he's right, not how he said it but you do look beautiful tonight" said Michael gently. Charlotte was completely taken aback, the last thing she had expected him to say was a compliment and she did not know how to react. Michael sighed deeply and gazed out the ground before him, then turning his eyes back to Charlotte he began to saunter towards her. "Now tell me the truth, where have you been today?"

Charlotte stood her ground and looking directly back at Michael, "I went for a walk in the woods."
"A pretty long walk in the woods wasn't it", coaxed Michael.
"I got lost" Charlotte replied.
"Interesting, earlier you said you lost track of time", his voice becoming more fiery by the minute.
"I lost track of time, tried to take a short cut and got lost", Charlotte replied, amazed that she was able to think under pressure as Michael crept slowly closer.
"Who did you go with?" he asked.
"I went alone."

Michael considered her for a moment, in truth having had some space from his original outburst, he now did not suspect she had betrayed him, she had he thought always been a little foolish and naïve at times, but she had learnt her place, "I'm going to choose to believe that, but if I ever find out you have lied to me we will be having the conversation again and you can trust it will be far less civilised" he threatened. He grabbed a glass of whiskey that had been resting on top of the mantelpiece and gulped down the remaining brass liquid before placing it back down. "Now on to more pleasant matters" he smiley sleazily, he grabbed Charlotte by her waist pulling her into his chest. She put her hands on his chest to steady herself. Their faces were close and she could smell the alcohol steaming from his breath. Bending his head down he vigorously planted his lips on hers and moving his hand down from her waist to clench her buttocks. She pushed quickly against his chest, parting their lips.

"I'm not in the mood Michael" she said firmly.
Michael huffed, "It has been weeks since you let me fuck you Charlotte, and after your performance today, I suggest you re-think denying me" he said, the rage inside him visibly becoming more obvious. Charlotte swallowed staying silent, maybe this is the better of two evil, she thought to herself, though she could not look him in the eye.
"Good girl" Michael said sensing her submission, he twisted her around and pushed her roughly against the wall. She rested her forehead against the wall as he nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, hands reached around her body, groping her.

Michael lifted the hem of her tight black dress up to her waist and moved his hand in-between her legs, rubbing her over her knickers. She could feel his hard cock through his trousers against her arse. He took his hands away briefly an Charlotte could hear hip undoing his belt buckle. Quickly he pushed her knickers to the side and entered her roughly. Charlotte gasped, bracing herself against the wall as he continued to thrust over and over until eventually he grunted and relaxed, his full weight pressing her against the wall.

He regained his breath before pushing off of her and walking out of the room without another word. Charlotte slid down the wall, shuffling her dress back into place. She wept silently, she felt ashamed and utterly pathetic. Slowly she gathered herself went up to the bedroom, where Michael was already passed out asleep. She crept into the bed beside him, pulling the covers tightly around herself, but it was many hours before she drifted into a restless sleep.