Contract Marriage For 7 days

First Night 1 (Submission)

Jane's POV

Wife, the word took a second to sink in me. Am I really married now? To this beast.

I looked at him blankly. He was giving a victorious smile, trying to tell me that he always wins. I am not his wife. I can't be. He threatened me to sign this. I don't even know what is written on these papers? I wanted to say this to him but something in me keeps telling me that it will be a wrong thing to do. 

"How?" I found myself saying 

He looked at me with his brows raised. "I can tell you how. Come here" He said while patting on his thigh, telling me to sit on his lap. Who does he think he is? I am not gonna sit on his lap. My stomach dropped in fear. 

"Come on Honey, make me feel good. I had such a tiring day. Show me how you treat your husband." saying that with a smirk he tilted his head backward and spread his legs even more. 

He was telling me to give him a blowjob. These words were all so familiar. I used to pleasure Paul. But it was so easy and natural. He was my husband. I accepted him with all my heart. I loved him and still does. Even after our divorce I never moved on. I am only his and always will be. Until today, I never realized that I was still keeping myself for him.

I stand from my place in anger. Because I know it was no time to be weak. 

"I am not your wife. I never consent to any of this." I said angrily. My breath was uneven with my emotions on the roller-coaster.

He opened his eyes in response. Gave a sarcastic smile still leaning on the sofa. It looked like I had awakened a beast in him. My knees felt weak but I try my hardest not to fall. 

"Unlike you, it is my first time getting married. I am not experienced like you but now I am certain about one thing." He stopped to look me in my eyes. "I hate it when my wife talks back." He gritted the words in anger. I felt like my soul was leaving the body. 

I hurriedly lower my gaze and start panting. I knew I will fall if I didn't sit back. So, I sat on the sofa slowly thinking about what I got myself into.

"Th-That's the point. I am not your wife." I tried to say while holding my shaky knee in my right hand and fighting my tears.

"Great! Now you have earned yourself a punishment on the very first night." He said with a little disappointment. 

"What do you me...." I was cut off when in an instant he was standing right by my side, grabbed me from my hair bun roughly and tilted my head. I winced in pain and he took my lips in his mouth without any mercy. He pulled my bun more roughly and I let out a cry. He wasted no time to enter his tongue into my mouth and start swirling it.

His mouth was dominating me. In response, my hands went to the backside of my head from where he roughly grabbed me. I tried to pinch on his fingers but to no avail. He was sucking the air out of me. My lungs start to burn. I thought he was going to kill me when he let go of me. My lungs were dying for air. I sucked into the air. My chest was heaving badly. His face came close to mine and he whispered in my ear.

"Now tell me who I am?" I looked at him in pure fear. I hurriedly tried to run. But I only took two or three steps before he grabbed me from my waist and throw me on the couch like I am some ragged doll. And before I could curl into the ball he came on top of me.

"Answer me." He growled while he had me pinned under his weight. 

"You said you don't believe in forced sex." It came out of my mouth in my defense. I wanted to awake the little conscious in him. If he had left any. 

"Now that I am married, I am of the view that there is no such thing as marital rape." He said and crashed his mouth on my neck.

Kissing and nibbling it roughly. His stubble felt rough to my sensitive skin. I closed my eyes. I know he was leaving hickeys. Fear and desire were taking over me. My body was responding to his touch and his weight over me. It's been two years since anyone touched me. And my body was craving for it. To stop myself from moaning I bite my lip with all I got.

I tried to calm my body but could not. I tried to tell myself that he is a beast, an animal, a threat but my core was gushing with wetness. I tried to tell myself that he is not Paul and tears start forming in my eyes. In my brain, I was prying for Paul to come out of anywhere and help me. Save me from this beast. All the time, I was in Paul's arms starts flashing.

He was sucking on my collarbone when he said in between. "Tell me. Who am I to you, honey? Or I swear you will regret." There was a warning in his voice. He wanted me to accept him as my husband. 

But I was so absorbed in hating my body to be so responsive to his touch that I didn't care to answer. 

In the very next moment, his hands tore my dress and my chest was exposed to him. And when he tore my bra I shuddered in fear beneath him.

His wet mouth covered my left n****e while his hand starts kneading the other breast without wasting any time. Everything was happening so fast. My eyes got open and when I looked at the ceiling I found it was all mirror. I looked at my face which was a mess. And I looked at the beast who was devouring me. I look so helpless. I wanted him to stop and before I knew I start sobbing so loud. 

"Shh! Just tell me who I am? And I will stop." 

Is that man serious? It's been only 48 hours when I first saw him in the club. This person broke into my apartment in the morning just to tell me that he wants to f**k me and now he wants me to accept him as my husband for the next seven days. This is absurd. Everything he does is absurd.

"You-You are no one to me." I tried to say with anger without moaning but failed. As a moan did slip from my mouth in the end. 

"Remember honey, you bought this on yourself." He said with a stern voice, locked my hands in his and pinned my legs with his knees and bite me so hard on my left breast just above my n****e. The bite was NOT a love bite or to give a hickey. The bite was tearing me. A loud cry comes out of my mouth and shattered all my hopes. My voice was so loud that I know the whole world can hear me. My back arch in pain as pain took over my whole being. But he was not stopping. My whole body keeps on fighting but he was not leaving me. So, I said the words. I said the words with a reflex. 

"You *ah* husband," I said and he let go of my breast. 

But I keep on telling him and wincing and sobbing in pain. 

"You *sob* are *sob* husband. My husband *sob* and I am *sob* your wife." 

I looked down and saw the empathy for a second that quickly faded and turned into satisfaction. 

I was crying because I know that I have submitted to him and no one was coming to save me. And I was going to be on this person's mercy for God knows how long. 

"Please just don't hurt me like this," I said with pleading eyes and hiccuping. 

"Aww! Sweetpea. I won't hurt you ever. What kind of husband do you think I am?" He said while carefully wiping away a lone tear coming out of my eye with his finger.