MY WIFE, MY NEMESIS
CHAPTER 10
It’d been two days since we got back to my mansion. We left the hospital when my Mom got discharged and the truth of the incident was covered up brilliantly.
I’d missed getting high as the dis.as.ter of a wife I got, kept on monitoring me. So that fateful day, I defied her absurd rule and stayed back at the office for extra five hours, after the closing hour. I did my business to my satisfaction without any interruption as everyone had gone to their various homes. I was satisfactorily high.
“You’re late today! What’ve you been up to?” Blessing asked me as I stepped into the living room. She was sprawled on the couch closest to the entrance of the room, and was leisurely pressing her phone. Everywhere was quiet, I knew the housemaids would have retired to their quarter as it was late.
My wife was casually dressed in a free white chiffon short gown. I wondered if the underwear she had on, was a matching one. The gown wasn’t really transparent but I could see the traces of her pant and bra. Maybe that was because of my highness. I chuckled dryly. She sat up on the couch and dropped her phone.
“What’s that? Did I say anything funny? Why are you chuckling?” She furrowed her brows as she inquired. I chuckled dryly again. She didn’t know what she just got into, that night. I had a huge surprise for her, all thanks to my highness.
“Hey wifey! You know you’ve been totally mischievous recently. You’ve been such a bad b.i.t.c.h and now that I’m thinking about it, it’s just not fair, don’t you concur?” I asked her. My voice was hoarse and rough. That certainly alarmed her because she stood up and walked towards me. She stood in front of me, with a frown on her face and her arms akimbo.
“What are you talking about? Wait, don’t tell me you’ve taken your stuff again!” She stated and peered at me intensely. She looked at me from toes to head as if you’d find drugs or traces of drugs on any part of my body to confirm her assumption. I smirked.
“Take that gown off. I want to check whether you’ve matching underwears on.” I informed her calmly. She looked at me in astonishment as she digested my statement.
“Are you high? Why’d you be commanding me to take off my dress?” She sneered at me. I laughed out loud.
“Yes wifey, I am high. I’m totally high. Now, take the f.u.c.king dress off before I rip it into pieces.” I yelled at her. She jumped back, like two steps, in fright.
“Excuse me! You can’t touch me without my consent. Have you forgotten our rules? Don’t try me, Darlington. If you’re high, just go into your bedroom and sleep, you’d definitely get your punishment for that later. So, don’t mess with me.” She said firmly but I saw through the tough facade. She was frightened. I was pleased to see the fear in her big eyeballs. I saw the fear in the way she blinked her eyes repeatedly. And that sweetened my core. She needed to understand who was in charge and stop being cheeky with me. I walked towards her slowly without tearing off my eyes from hers.
“Don’t you dare take another step towards me, you b.a.s.t.a.r.d!” She yelled at me and took some steps back in fear. I walked closer and slapped her hard across the face, then wrapped a palm around her neck tightly. She shrieked in pain.
“You will learn to respect me, woman. I paid your dowry. Come to think of it, we haven’t even consummated our marriage yet. It’s been more than a month, don’t you think you’re being too hard on me, wifey? Aren’t you the one who was obsessed with my name? You desperately wanted to be Mrs Darlington and now you’ve gotten the title, you should do everything to keep it. You can’t be arrogant towards someone who feeds you. You have to be gentle and respect me. You shouldn’t be biting the hands that feed you.” I reminded and chided her with a small smile. Then I let go of her neck. She huffed and puffed.
Within a twinkle of an eye, she’d recovered from the shock of the hard slap and strangle, and wanted to return the gesture by slapping me too but I stopped her. I used my left hand to hold together her fragile hands, then used my other hand to take hold of the nail cutter attached to my car keyholder and used it to puncture the chiffon dress she had on. I dragged down the nail cutter till the dress got separated into two completely and exposed her front side. She screamed frighteningly. That was like a music to my ears.
“What the h.e.l.l are you doing? We agreed you won’t touch me without…” She couldn’t finish the statement as I had landed another slap onto her left cheek.
“Why didn’t you put on matching underwears? You know your zaddy likes that perfectly, why are you defying your zaddy? Do you want to be punished for defiance?” I asked her gently. She shook her head disapprovingly as she held her cheek tenderly. That must have stung her terribly.
“I guess I’d just manage it like that, though. We must consummate our marriage tonight. Enough of the f.o.o.ling around.” I announced to her as I went behind her to unclasped her bra. She wanted to put up a fight but I held her down. Or I thought I’d held her down because as I was trying to free her bosom from the material in a slow motion, trying to be as romantic as possible, she head-butted me and I fell down onto the couch. I hated to admit it but her head was so hard, it was even harder than a coconut. I sat up immediately to save my face.
“We have rules. I’ve made it very clear that you can’t touch me without my permission. You don’t have that right. Do not make me repeat myself or you won’t like what will happen to you.” She said menacingly and I scoffed. Then, I laughed really hard. That obno.xi.ous woman needed to be taught a good lesson.
I stood up from the seat just as she wanted to start walking away and pounced on her. I tackled her to the ground and pinned her down. There was no escape route for her. I stretched out my hand and took hold of my briefcase, which I’d dropped on the couch when she’d started to grill me with her silly questions. In there were handcuffs, chains, duct tape, belt and the likes.
“Don’t you dare touch me, you s.i.c.k, fil.rty ba.sta.rd! What…” She choked on her saliva and stopped talking midway as the belt landed on her chest heavily.
“You know how I use to do it, right? Just relax and enjoy the whole deal. I will take care of you roughly.” I said and gagged her mouth with a duct tape. She writhed her body in futile attempt to shield herself from me. Futile attempt!!!
TO BE CONTINUED
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