Elena lifted her head slowly as the pounding on the door continued. She wriggled under her husband.
"Aric, get off of me. There's someone at the door. I have to answer it or they will get the manager to open it," she urged as she continued trying to escape from his pinioning weight.
"What?" he groused as if coming out of a trance.
"Let me up! I have to answer that," she scolded as the communications console next the bed began to chirp noisily. "Answer the phone and I'll take care of whoever is at the door," she said calmly as he rolled off of her. She winced as a fresh spurt of pain filled her when his dick slipped out of her tired bleeding anus. She grabbed the robe at the end of the bed, shrugging into it she tied the belt, and slipped quickly over to the door. Before opening it, she glanced over her shoulder. Aric was sitting up. He reached over to the phone and was about to push the button on it. She ran her hand through her tousled hair before opening the door.
"Can I help you?" she asked the uniformed officer standing in the hall with two other guardsmen behind him.
"Is everything all right, ma'am? Your neighbors called saying that there were screams coming from your room." The man said, eyeing her robe and rumpled appearance. He leaned forward trying to see around her into the hotel room.
"Yes, everything is fine. I got little carried away. Sorry but it just felt so good." she said impishly, trying to keep her body between him and the room.
"Ma'am, there was a report of things breaking." The man spoke so softly that no one other than she could hear him.
"Oh, I..." she looked at him uncertainly.
"Do you need help?" the man asked, sympathy in his eyes.
"I don't know how you could help me...he's my husband." she whispered back.
"Has he hurt you?"
She nodded and let her robe loosen enough that he could see the bruises around her waist where Aric had held her while he had fucked her on the spacecraft. She wasn't going to let the man know that she was fair of skin and bruised easily. Let him think that she was being abused. Perhaps that would get rid of Aric temporarily. Then she could set the wheels in motion for HER own revenge without her troublesome husband always underfoot. It would be the perfect excuse.
* * * * * *
The security guard paled as he saw the vivid green, black, and blue bruises that covered her slender waist and her lower abdomen. He could also see healing bite marks on her shoulder and the swell of one of her breasts. Either this woman liked rough sex, or she had been abused within the last week. He reached out and tugged the robe closed and retied it.
"It's all right, Mrs..." he said quietly as he pulled her out of the doorway and into the hallway while he motioned for the two men behind him to enter the room.
It was over in a few brief but loud minutes as the two men jumped onto the bed and pinned a very startled Aric to the bed. One man whipped out handcuffs and restrained Aric's hands behind him. They also bound his feet. His furious cursing could be heard out into the hallway where the security guard and Elena stood.
"I don't know what I am going to do," she sobbed into his chest. "Once he gets out of jail, he'll beat me so badly he will kill me for sure."
"Shhhh, you can come home with me." He soothed.
"But I can't..."
"Just until you can find a place of your own. The first thing you should do, ma'am, is get an order of restraint against him."
"I'll think about it," she whispered.
A few minutes later the town enforcers showed up to retrieve a very irate Aric. Elena refused to even look at him as they carried him out of the room And then down the hallway. One of the enforcers walked over to Elena and the security guard.
"Ma'am, I'm so sorry about this. But I need to ask you a few questions." the enforcer said as he led her to a nearby empty room. Another enforcer was in Elena's and Aric's room taking photos of the broken lamp and gathering other evidence.
Elena sat down and accepted the cup of water that was offered to her. The enforcer sat down across from her. The security guard stayed with her also.
"How long have you been married to your husband?" he asked as he drew out a handheld computer.
"We just got married. This is our honeymoon."
"I see. Has this ever happened in the past?" he asked.
"No, he's changed since we got married. He has an...unnatural fetish."
"And what would that be, Ma'am?"
"He likes kinky sex," she said as she lowered her gaze, pretending to be deeply ashamed.
"Kinky?"
"Yes, he likes anal sex. I've never even thought of a man wanting to do that."
* * * * * * Kat stood on the balcony and watched as her chosen rode towards the stables. The fierce tugging that had accompanied his departure had eased now that he was back on the palace grounds.
When he came out of the stables, she moved back into the shadows of the balcony. There was no way she was going to let him realize that she had been waiting on him - like a worried wife does on her late arriving husband. Until they got married, she planned on keeping her distance. She didn't trust herself not kick his ass, or worse, rape him. She waited until he entered the palace before leaving the shadowed balcony.
She walked into her suite then hurried over to the door where she turned the lock. She didn't expect Charlie to seek her out, but she didn't want to find out that he had gotten over his anger and wanted to make up. She wasn't done being mad yet, she decided.
* * * * * *
Charlie walked briskly into the main hall. He quickly scanned the hall looking for Kat. He frowned when he saw that she missing. It was nearly time to have the evening meal. Where was she- where was His Hellkat?
He paused next to the table. King Mica and Master Iason were already seated.
"Where is she?" he asked softly, locking eyes with his
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