I cringed at his insult. Jeremy made comments before that made me wonder
if he was supportive of their relationship, but they were so flippant that I attributed it to juvenile humor.
“They are our best friends,” I argued.
“Your friends,” he snapped.
“You met me because of those friends. ” I picked up the uneaten plates and tossed both in the sink. “I ask very little from you, Jeremy. Anytime you demand
I join you in Los Angeles, I am there. No questions asked. If you need me to leave work and deliver something to you, I do it. When do I ask you for anything?”
Burning tears filled my eyes as I pushed the pasta into the disposal. I am married to the most selfish man in the entire world, I thought bitterly.
“I’ll reschedule my appointments.” Jeremy wrapped his arms around my
waist. “I’m sorry. It will be awesome to see them finally settle down.”
He slipped his hand under my shirt and squeezed my nipple. My anger was
still there, but my traitor of a body responded. I let out a soft moan.
“You’ve been very naughty tonight by wasting your dinner, Caitlyn,” his voice husky. “I think I will send you to your room.”
“I’m not tired,” I rasped as he began to kiss my neck.
“We will have to talk about this defiance,” he teased, pulling down my pants
and panties.
Smack. His hand playfully slapped my ass.
“Are you ready to behave or would you like another spanking?” Before I could answer, he slapped my bare bottom again. This time harder, and it stung.
Shock filled me. Is Jeremy into this kind of sex games? I trembled at the thought. A light slap I could handle, but anything more might send me to therapy. I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“I will behave,” I purred in his ear.
Growling, he picked me up and sprawled me on the dining table. His
attention was no longer on punishing me. His focus was dedicated to pleasure.
My mind raced. I tried pushing back the bottled feelings of fear from my senior year of high school. However, they came rushing forward, reminding me
of the devastating assault.
He doesn’t know what happened to you. Jeremy loves you. He would neverhurt you.
It was too late. My mind overpowered my body and I did not feel any pleasure from our intimacy. I closed my eyes and allowed him to use his skillful
tongue between my legs. I played the satisfied wife. After a reasonable amount
of time passed, I let out fake screams of pleasure and writhed.
Another award-worthy performance, I thought.
Jeremy slid me down the table and picked me up. He kissed me deeply as we
moved to our bedroom. Setting me down on our bed, he finally entered me, completely focused on his own pleasure.
Pressing his mouth to my ear, he said, “My little spanking seemed to get you
hot.”
I closed my eyes to hold in the tears I knew would flood my cheeks. He was
oblivious to the fact I was not here.
Jerking in release, Jeremy clung to me. “We should fight more often, babe.
You were on fire.”
The man I fell in love with should have noticed the disconnect. This new person thought I was just a toy to dress up and show off. Now, he wants to strike me? How simple it was for him to believe we had both experienced the fuck of our life. In that instance, I felt truly alone.
Seventeen
On our fourth anniversary, Jeremy showed up at our home with a set of
keys.
