Diana was just coming home. She was tired of such a long day from work, and she hoped to be able to have a peaceful night. She had been unable to get comfortable in her own home for at least a week. This is because her husband Roger had been unusually horny in the past month.
At first, Diana enjoyed the attention she had been getting from Roger but wondered where the extra libido had been coming from. But then, he needed to have sex twice a day. When that was not enough, he would bang her three times in a row. Plus he was no longer gentle and would force her against her will.
She became afraid of her husband and even confided in her mother about it. As Roger was very charming and a great provider, Diana's plight fell on deaf ears.
She told her that sex was a marital right-no matter when he wanted or how he wanted it. She told her of the importance of him wanting her so much and that by objecting, she would drive him into another woman's arms.
Diana then resigned herself a little longer to Roger's demands-until last night, when he tried to tie her to the bed. This form of sex was too much for her, so she ran away to the basement, ran into the extra study, and locked the door. That is exactly where she woke up in the morning.
When she slowly opened the door to the kitchen, she seemed relieved when she did not hear anything. Good, she thought. At least a few hours of peace. Maybe Roger got the message. She closed the door behind her and put her purse down. When she walked towards the kitchen table, on her way to the den, she saw a note hanging on the fridge. Her heart sank and she felt her blood run cold when she saw a note written in red marker. It said, "Guess what? We're having sex tonight!"
She suddenly felt the same fear she felt last night, when Roger tried to tie her to the bed. She shook when she remembered the evil chuckle he had when he told her all of the things he planned to do to her, like put his whole hand inside of her, then hold her pussy lips open, pour scotch inside, then suck it all out.
She never thought she would have to fear her own husband. She doesn't know what happened to the gentle Casanova Roger was when she first married him. He is now a sex-crazed animal. She didn't know whether to leave the house, lock herself in the extra study again, or just submit to his desires, sick and depraved as they are.
Before she could decide what to do, she felt two strong arms roughly snake themselves around her. It was Roger; she KNEW it had to be him. One of his hands reached into her blouse, pulling out one of her tanned, fragrant, firm breasts. He stroked her breast and nipple gently at first, but then gradually rougher until he began to twist and pinch her nipple.
His other hand began to hitch up her skirt in search of her panties. He reached into them from her left thigh, stroking her pubic hairs in search of her pleasure hole. Upon finding it, he commenced stroking her clit. When they were first married, such touch invoked strong desire in her, but now it only invoked fear.
She then noticed how his fingers seemed to become coated with her vaginal juices, and she became ashamed and upset at how her body betrayed her. She tried very hard to get away from him, but his grip on her was too strong.
"So, sexy baby," he said huskily, "Did you read the note? Huh? Did you? Did you read it? It's going to be a blast. You're not getting away from me this time!"
In frenzy, Diana kicked Roger in the shin. Stunned, he loosened his grip on her, and she pulled herself free, running for the door. Before she could unlock it, he grabbed her hand, pulling her towards him.
She wrenched her hand away and desperately shoved him against the armoire, causing him and it to fall over. She then tried to open the door, but she could not in her frightened condition. When she saw Roger try to get up, she gasped and took to the basement stairs, running down them as quickly as she could.
When she was almost at the bottom of the stairs, her stilettos cause d her to trip and fall, scraping and bruising her knee. She cried out in pain, but when she heard her husband's footsteps, she quickly arose and ran to the basement study, locking the door behind her.
Though she felt safe, she seemed frustrated that she would need to spend another night in the study. I should never have come home, she thought to herself. She felt that she would need to wait until he went to work in the morning, and then she could pack some things and run away. But, where could she run to? She couldn't go to her mother; she would either make her return to Roger or tell her she was spoiled and did not deserve Roger.
"You know," Roger broke through her thoughts, "your mother and I had a good laugh yesterday. She told me about how you think I demand too much sex from you. I buy you this fancy house, I buy you that car you wanted, and I always foot the bill for your shopping trips.
I never cheat on you, and I am at home every night. Beside a good dinner once in a while, all I ask from you is sex from that hot, gorgeous body of yours. The average woman would think they are in paradise. So, what's your problem?"
"It hurts," Diana answered through the door. Your version of sex hurts me too much!"
Roger laughed heartily at this.
"Yeah, I'm a real rascal, aren't I? What can I say? Love hurts. Now, open the damn door!"
"No, please, Roger! Not tonight! Please!"
