Sleeping in Another World

Priah

It was a very stressful night. I was covered with kisses while my breasts and belly were being groped until it was tender. Initially I pushed him back and retaliated. But this only excited him and the usually light caresses became heavier.

"You had drunk so much!" I cried out, slapping his hand for the umpteenth time. His hand had turned red from the the generous slaps to the point where petichiae had formed. I tried to stand up from the bed to fetch some water for him but he dragged me back to bed as he rubbed his face on my head. I was surprised he allowed me to slap his hand and arm, kissing me in return of every violence I have given him. The worst he did to me was pinch my cheeks together that it was tender. Everything else were gestures of love albeit smothering.

Although our night involved fondling and kisses, nothing happened that night.

The following day, I woke up surrounded by his arms, constricting me like a snake.

My movements woke him up and his usual good morning kisses turned into a frightening frown. All the sleepiness went away as cold sweat ran down from my back.

"what happened to your cheek?" he said as he caressed my faced lightly with his knuckles. My face felt sore when his knuckles brushed upon it..

I moved towards a mirror as he followed me and there it was, a glorious purple bruise on my left cheek. I remember falling asleep while it felt tender from his pinches.

I also found several fresh bruises all over my body. Although my body felt heavy, I did not expect it to bruise.

My husband was glaring as I examined my self in the mirror. He felt dangerous so I could not even afford to joke with him. Normally I would have slapped him on the chest and whine for not being careful.

He called my personal maid to have me bathed and dressed, and to give me an ice pack. The maid of course was also surprised to see the bruises on my body. Anyone would think that my husband had became violent.

"I wake up and I see this." he said coldly as the maid busied herself with dressing me up. He seemed to be waiting for an explanation as his frown turned deeper and his lips thinner. As if I went outside and got into trouble when he was asleep.

"it's not what you think, husband" I said calmly.

"did you sneak outside?" he snarled. How could I sneak out when the littlest movement could easily rouse him?

The maid finished arranging my hair in the simplest way leaving out jewelries. She immediately moved out from the room. I wanted to go with her to avoid my husband.

When I ensured she had left, I took a deep breath to calm myself.

"Last night you kept pinching and poking me." I said.

He raised an eyebrow as if he did not believe what I implied.

"Wife, I recall everything that happened last night despite the wine." since I slapped him in one place, his hand had a light petechial bruise as well. He did not think this was a problem. But he probably thought how I disliked his touch.

His glare started to look ridiculous and I finally saw it as a mixture of frustration and worry. I couldn't help but laugh at how silly we were. "do you think I would slap your hand for no reason? Your pinches really hurt, and the gentle strokes you usually have was a bit rough. My breasts still feel tender, and you left a lot of kiss marks. The alcohol must have disinhibited your control". His pet name for me was Little Kitten whenever I retaliated if I am not pleased with how he smothered me physically with his affections. Even if I get violent, his desire to pet me just becomes stronger.