I Hate You

5. Be a good girl.

If I had to describe Mathew in one word , I would say' unpredictable'. He was like a blank canvas on which I couldn't bring myself to draw. Looking at him you never know what's going on inside his head , one moment he could be all loving and caring and the very next moment he could transform into a heartless monster, demeaning you in every possible way. His demeanour often changed with the people surrounding him or the occasion we were in. As of now here in this party held at my house, he seems to be completely bored and uninterested with anyone trying to strike a conversation with him. Moving away from the elderly crowd ,he approached me rolling his eyes at my uncles who were nothing but amiable to him.

" Why does your parents have to invite me over these stupid functions?", he asked taking a sip of whiskey from his glass.
"Mathew ,it's my lil sister's birthday today , off course they would want our presence. What's wrong in it. " I responded clearly not understanding the reason behind his irritation .
"These things don't matter to me, I would rather stay home and fuck you than burst poppers and sing your sister a birthday song", he said refilling his glass with another brand of alcohol . The disdain in his tone, irked me.
"Why won't it matter, I mean now that we are married ,my family should matter to you, that's how relationships work ,right. " I pointed out staring back at him.
" Baby, I don't do relationships, they suck! I just want you, all of you and I already have it so why bother myself with your crappy family ". The disrespectfull way in which he addressed my family hurt me and without word I stormed off, leaving him behind.

Mathew in our 4 months of marriage never once enquired about his in-laws ,he didn't value nor respect my parents as he always underestimated them for being a middle class, who despite being highly educated in their respective professions, still couldn't meet his preferred standards . His pompous behavior often questioned me to why ,in spite of knowing my economic background ,he would relent to marry me.

Without anybody noticing me I climbed up the stairs to my terrace and sat at my favorite spot from where I could see the vast black sky twinkling with millions of stars staring back at me. I brought my knees to my chest and rested my chin over it as I enjoyed the blissful view. The silence and serenity of the place combined with good old memories, relaxed my mind and I cherished the moment.

All of a sudden disturbing the peace, I heard something shift behind me and before I could see what it was, I was toppled to the floor and strangled between a pair of firm thighs.
Crouching down he gripped my neck, and whispered against my ear, " Don't you dare leave me alone with those old wrinkled loosers. Next time I'll make sure to punish you for disrespecting your husband like that", he said burying his face in the crook of my neck.

His hot breath fanning over my sensitive skin, set my body on fire. Slowly he bit down on my neck and I felt sparks erupt within me. My body was the biggest traitor I had ever seen, making me vulnerable and addicted to his touches even when my mind protested his approaches. For him sex was more like a part of his daily routine rather than an emotional bond of love, like how I put it. Every night he marked and bruised my body with his skillful mouth while he claimed me wildly . Despite getting used to his hard and fast style of sex, there were times when I would plead him to stop or slow down considering the intensity in which he gave me my high.

Fighting back the pleasant sensation , I kicked at his leg and screamed in his ears,
" GET OFF ME...."
He roughly slammed my arms on the floor and held it painfully above my head, "Scream next time, I'll seal that pretty little mouth of yours with something you won't like. " he warned .Holding me down ,he bit my lips and fiercely kissed me while I struggled in his grip.
" Elisa, Elii where are you? " my mother's voice was heard from a distance somewhere near the downstairs and it stopped him from torturing my already swollen lips.
" Mom, I-I'm coming ", I replied in a rapsy voice ,when he decided to attack my neck and jaw with his wet kisses.
" Yes ,come for me baby" his husky voice made me blush ,spreading a shade of pink across my cheeks. Pulling away from me he gazed down at my body with pure lust and hunger in his eyes ," Don't you have a dirty mind Elisa .Never knew my wife's a slut, already wet from a mere kiss. " he teased me but his choice of words killed all my arousal and replaced it with irritation. With all my force I pushed him to my side and sprinted towards the exit .
Seeing my mom, I composed myself and tried to act normal, "Hey mom"
" Where were you?",she asked looking behind me. Turning back I saw Mathew smiling at my mom as he approached us. Standing next to me he possessively circled his hand around my waist and yanked me towards his chest.
" Hi mom! Elisa was showing me around. I must admit this house is indeed beautiful, the interiors are simple but elegant,just the way I like" , he said faking interest in my house which I clearly remember him calling an old fashioned typical middle class house. I tried to pry his hands off my side while keeping a straight face.

" Ya mom, we were upstairs, showing around and talking about random things and just got carried away ",I said and stepped away from him .
" Let's go, dad would be waiting for us" I hurriedly took my moms hand and walked ahead.
" Elisa, baby I need to use the washroom , you didn't tell me where it is. Mom if you don't mind, just excuse us for a minute, we'll be right back. " he said grabbing me again and walked us in the direction of my bedroom.
"Okay and hurry up kids, it's already late for dinner." my mom called out walking away. Once she turned the corner, he forcibly dragged me and pushed me into my room.
Locking the door behind him, he threw me on my bed like a rag doll and swiftly undid his shirt and then his belt.
" You shouldn't have run away sweetie. Didn't I warn you against it. So what is it you like, a quickie or... wait there's something much more interesting I could do to you honey.... " he paused for a second ,raking his eyes up and down my body and then continued, "How about daddy spank that huge ass of yours." he licked his lips sensually while his eyes darkened with pure lust and a new madness I had been noticing for while now. .
Shocked would be an understatment cause I was embarrassed and disgusted at the same time. Crawling backwards ,I tried to keep a safe distance away from my crazy husband .I downright hated every sort of kinks people practised in their sexual life and now my husband seems to have some issues with the same.
"Aww, is my baby scared of daddy? But you need to be punished for avoiding me and my needs, don't you?" There was this strange new found craziness in his eyes which I was scared of. It made me feel uneasy and fearful of my own husband . I don't know if I was overreacting or not but why can't he take my no as a no and stop forcing me into things I detested. "Mathew stop this nonsense . I don't want this. " I tried talk some sense into him.
"Stop fussing and be a good girl and come to daddy. Don't keep me waiting baby, " he gripped my ankle and roughly yanked me towards him.
"Noooo... God! help me".