Chapter Five
Thomas pulls into our private drive and Travis exits the car. He didn’t say a word the whole ride home, just sat there with a hand on my leg looking out his window. He holds the door open so that I can exit after him and a chill runs through my body and I’m unsure if it’s due to the cold air or the icy stare I’m getting from him right now. Holding his hand I follow behind him into our home. He gently removes my cardigan and then walks me upstairs to our bedroom still in silence and its making me incredibly nervous. Typically he’s yelling and releasing all his anger verbally so this silent Travis scares the shit out of me. Never is he calm when he’s drunk, but then again we haven’t been dancing since before the wedding and never has a guy come up to me like that. Travis was always with me in the past.
He opens our bedroom door and motions me to our bed so I sit down on the edge waiting for his anger to release on me. He looks at me with a blank expression, but his eyes tell all. I see the fury that radiates from them. He kneels down grabbing my feet removing my black stilettos one at a time and messaging each foot as he does it. It feels good, but I’m fucking tense and there’s no way I’m letting down my guard. I know he’s going to flip his switch any second. He moves his hands up my thighs pulling down my thigh high stocking’s one at a time, rolling them down over my feet. As he moves from one to the other his hands find my sweet spot and brush up against it and I flinch more from fear then pleasure. His brown eyes meet mine and there is no passion, no love, only pure hatred. I squirm a little in an attempt to get away, but he grabs my legs holding me in place, proceeding to remove my panties.
“Don’t move,” he grits through his teeth and I know he’s doing all he can to control himself, but I’m not sure why.
I freeze under his dark stare afraid to say anything, but I have to know what’s going through his mind. I can’t take the silence. “Are you okay?” I squeak out and his eyes shoot back up to me.
“Don’t say a word unless I give you permission to open your fucking mouth.”
I cringe under his harsh words. How do I get myself into these situations and why in the hell am I so damned scared to fight back?
“After what happened in the night club, you have in my eyes, officially branded yourself a slut and tonight you’re going to do everything I tell you to, without an argument. Do I make myself clear?” His words vibrate through me and I nod in understanding. “Good girl. Now I’m going to have you show me how much of a slut you are. You know if you didn’t choose to dress the way you did then we wouldn’t be in this situation.” The smell of alcohol reaches my nose as he speaks and I nod again knowing better than to respond.
Sex with Travis is amazing, it’s something we’ve enjoyed together when he isn’t smashed and yelling at me, but something inside tells me tonight’s going to be different. His hands slide up my thighs as he’s still knelt on his knees and right as they are about to reach my sensitive spot he moves them away grabbing my hips from under my dress and sliding me off the bed. Standing he pulls my dress up and over my head and turns me around unstrapping my bra and tossing it aside. His hand rubs my ass and in one swift motion he slaps it and I whimper from the sting.
“Tonight you will not cum, Stephanie. Tonight will not be fun. You’re going to be begging me to fuck you by the end of the night and guess what? I’m not going to give you what you want. You constantly think you have to show off what you