Chris put the rope down carefully with shaking hands, his arms ached
from the strain but it had to be done despite the scratch marks down his back.
There comes a point when things just go beyond, and then, a man has to act, a
man has to show his dominance, to show his power.
Now, Sally lay before him on the bed, her eyes staring towards the ceiling, she didn’t move, she couldn’t now, not now, now she was
the quiet one, the submissive, now she understood the power that a man can have
and he wiped the sweat from his brow as he stood over her.
He could leave
her there now, there was no escape, no where she could go, she wasn’t going to
leave the bed unless he allowed it and he gently pulled her negligee back down
over her legs, brushing an imaginary fleck of lint from the scarlet red
material, there seemed no point in it but he hadn’t
meant it to go this far, but after the fist initial squeals and the failed
attempt at resistance, he’s found he couldn’t stop, he couldn’t stop until he’d
finished, despite the noises she made.
He left the
room, looking thoughtfully back at the bed, back at Sally. He’d have hell to
pay later, but that was later, for now, the house was quiet again as though the
walls had held their breath. His friends at work would understand, they’d
discussed things like this before, they’d told him he should take charge, show
her who was in charge, at the end of the day he worked the hours and paid the
bills, so it was only fair he had his own way.
He boiled the
kettle and poured himself a cup of Earl Gray, the adrenaline of the previous
actions still pumping through his veins and the spoon clattered against the
side of the china. He’d not meant to be so animalistic, so primal, but the clothing
she’d worn had been to lead him on, to soften him up, well, he’d certainly
showed her.
He walked back
upstairs listening for signs of movement, but he’d done his job well, and as he
walked back into the bedroom, he was pleased to see she was still in the same
position he’d left her in. The rope mark round her neck looked deep and nasty,
but when she’d asked him to go shopping for carpets, damn her, she knew he
hated shopping, and that’s when he’d strangled her, could you believe there
were over 35 bloody shades of purple to view, that would have taken hours and there was
a footy match on the TV tomorrow.
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