MY STORY AFTER TITANIC SANK
Chapter Four
Rated NC-17 for Content
Cal turned back around and went inside. An
hour later the reception ended. We said good-bye to our guests and showed them
to the door. Once the last person left, Cal turned to me, angry. He started
walking towards me menacingly. He grabbed my arm and dragged me upstairs to our
room. Cal locked the door behind him and faced me. I clearly saw the rage in
his eyes. I was frightened and wanted to run, but my feet just stood in place.
He walked toward me and stopped just mere inches from my face. Cal looked at me
for a second. Then, the back of his hand connected with my cheek.
"I never want to see you with that
bastard again. Do you understand me? You are my wife and will honor and obey me
as you're supposed to."
"We were only talking, Cal.
Honest."
"I watched you two. Don't lie to me,
Rose."
"I'm not. And so what if he hugged me?
He was…"
"I don't care! He still laid his filthy
paws on you."
"So, what are you going to do? Beat me
to death every time I look at another man?" I yelled. I realized I was
enraging him even more and decided to shut my mouth.
"You obviously haven't learned a thing,
sweetpea. I guess I'll have to teach you myself where your place in this world
is," Cal said, as he backed me into the corner of the room, balled his
hand into a fist and punched me in the stomach. I kneeled down on the ground,
grabbing my stomach in pain. Cal looked at me in pity, then smiled.
"I hope you're a quick learner, Rose. If
not, this won't be the last time this happens," he said, leaving the room.
I just laid on the floor now, knowing what Cal was capable of doing to me and
possibly even worse than this incident. Around two hours later, I heard
footsteps coming toward the door. They stopped, and the door opened, revealing
Cal drunk and staring at me with lust within his eyes. I knew what was going to
be next. He pulled me off the floor, never even giving me a chance to get up by
myself, and tossed me on the bed, ripping my clothes off. Once he got himself
undressed, he got on top of me. He started kissing me, knowing that sooner or
later I would enjoy his teasing and mating. He then lowered his lips to my
breasts and licked, sucked, and tugged on them, making them hard and red. I
knew that as much as I hated Cal, my body was enjoying his touch. I tried so
hard not to give in, but I did. A low moan escaped my lips, and in between my
thighs became hot and wet, ready for his penetration. Cal was aroused by my
reaction to his touch. He smiled at me.
"Doesn't this feel good, sweetpea? I
knew you would give in eventually," Cal said, as he roughly entered me. A
moan escaped my lips as he went faster and faster. After a while, I came to my
climax. Cal smiled at me, knowing that what he was doing to me was torture.
Finally, he released his seed within me. After we finished, we went to sleep.