EroticReverie

I stand there looking at Ben. My eyes watering , a fat tear rolls down my cheek my when I look down and squeeze my eyes shut. 

"Just fucking go." he says quietly on a sigh and turns around defeated.

I just stand there and lift my hands to my arms, hugging myself trying not to cry and I beg my heart and head to tell me what to do. 

Calvin was my husband. He was a good man. 

He didn't deserve for me to just leave him. He deserved an explanation. He deserved to know the truth. I was already unfaithful to him. I was already being the worst fucking wife and person by going behind his back again after he'd already forgiven me. He deserved for me to explain myself, not just leave him without a word when I promised him forever in our vows.

I take a deep shaky breath and walk over to the counter. I grab my keys, and I see him visibly flinch and tense as my keys clink together. 

I don't say a word.  I don't plead with him to understand. I turn around, and walk out of his house. I close the door behind me and the second I do. I hear a crash, and then another and then I'm running down his steps to my car, tears streaming from my cheeks as Ben tears his house apart. 

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"Fuck" I mutter as I swipe the back of my hand under my nose , pulling in my driveway behind Calvin's car. 

"God damnit" I cry, and put my head on the steering wheel. 

It's about ten minutes of just sitting in my car looking at our home. The home that was supposed to be ours. The home that was supposed to end up with kids, and a dog, and all the white picket fence shit that Calvin always promised me. 

I see him look out the window and I freeze and then he moves and a second later the front door opens and he walks out. He's wearing his work clothes still, but his tie is off and his dress shirt is unbuttoned a few notches and his sleeves rolled up and the way he's looking at me. It isn't good. He sees my tears, my puffy eyes and wet cheeks as he gets closer and then reaches for the door handle. 

"Unlock the door Layna." he says. 

I don't know why , but something in his voice makes me terrified. But I do it anyways and he pulls the door open. 

"Get out." he says calmly, but I can hear it. He knows exactly where I've been. 

"Get out of the car now Layna." he says and I unbuckle my seat belt slowly and turn off the car and go to step out and he grabs me under the arm , his large hand wrapping around my upped arm. 

"Ow" I wince and then flinch when he slams the door and pulls me along side of him like a child. 

His grip on my upper arm doesn't loosen a single bit as he pulls me up the steps and into the house, slamming the door behind him and then throwing my arm from his grip.

I stumble a few steps forward and then turn and my eyes widen when his hand shoots up to my face and grabs my jaw. He uses the same punishing grip that makes me yelp in pain and I tremble. 

"Where have you been?" he asks and I don't look at him, because if he gaze is anywhere near as terrifying as his voice or the grip he has on my jaw, I can't handle it. 

"Where...has my WIFE been?" he asks again then walks into me, forcing me to take steps back. 

"We need to talk" I croak out. 

He gives a manic laugh that sends chills down my spine because I've never, never experienced this man. This wasn't Calvin. He'd never be aggressive with me, or mean to me, or hurt me. Even if I deserved it. 

"I don't want to fucking talk." he says through gritted teeth. 

"Did you get fucked good Layna?" he asks and I wince at the question and he loosens his grip on my jaw. 

"Cavvin please" I tremble. Knowing I had no right to beg for anything. 

"Did your college sweetheart fuck your disgusting cheating cunt for you?"he asks and grabs me by the jaw again and this time it's even harder. 

"LOOK AT ME!" he says and I whimper, and cry, but I lift my eyes to him. 

"You make me sick" he snarls through clenched teeth, his jaw ticking as he looks at me. 

"I gave you..fucking everything" he says and his tone keeps sending chills through me, a warning that scares the fuck out of me as I tremble. 

"I'm sorry" I tell him. Because. I truly was. 

"I didn't mean -"

"Shut the fuck up" he shakes my head by my jaw and I close my eyes and tremble. "You just shut the fuck up!" he says and then his other hand goes straight up my dress. 

"Calvin" I say my eyes flying open as he grabs at my pussy and I try to push from him and he backs me into the wall. 

"I said...shut the fuck up..." he says with a growl and he shoves two fingers along my lips and then up into me. 

I cry out at the vicious thrust. 

"Is this what you like Layna? Huh?" he growls as he shoves a third in and I yelp feeling the pain of his dry fingers going into my barely wet entrance, violating me in a way I've never had done. 

I shake my head. "No" I cry quietly.

"No? No?" he asks and his three fingers fuck me aggressively, viciously pumping, hurting me, and I wince, hissing as I try not to cry , but the tears keep coming. 

"please...stop" I ask. 

"you're my wife." he hisses through my teeth and turns my head and I almost scream with how hard he bites my neck, and it feels like he broke skin.

"Mine" he growls as he slides his fingers out of me and I feel his hand fumbling at his belt, the angry yank of pulling his belt open and the pissed off tug of his zipper and his cock against my belly through my dress. 

"And I'll touch you how I want to. I tried doing it the right way Layna..didn't I?" he asks.

"Treated you like a fucking princess...a god damn queen...made love to your ungrateful fucking cunt didnt I ?" he asks and I cry and look away. 

"yes" I answer. 

"Treated you with respect, that you never even fucking deserved" he says seething as he moves and lifts my dress and his cock pushes against my pussy. 

"Please, not like this" I plead. 

"Yes, Layna...like this." he growls. 

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Two Weeks Later

The bruises on my arms, my legs, my breasts, the bite marks on my neck, from that day had mostly faded. 

He hadn't hit me. Even though the entire time I was expecting it. 

But he had raped me.  My husband.  

Everyday now was the same. Bruising grips. Rough sex I wasn't consenting to. 

I was too scared to text or call Ben. For so many reasons, mainly because Calvin warned it "Wouldn't be a good idea to try to contact him ever again." 

The day after leaving Ben's and getting assaulted by my husband. Calvin had me get off birth control, and taken my cell phone. Taken my car keys. My money. Everything. 

I'd never been scared of Calvin. I blamed myself for the way he was acting. What should I expect when he forgave me and then found me cheating again so soon.

He hadn't hit me that day I came home from Ben's.  Last night he did. 

I lost track of the slaps, but know that he landed at least one real good punch, because my entire eye was swollen and black and blue and my eye looked like it was filled with blood from the vessels that broke. 

"You're lucky I don't do worse." he told me when I laid on the couch crying and holding my face. I deserved this. I did. I told myself he had every right. I knew I was wrong. I knew he had no right to put his hands on me even after what I'd done. But, I felt so guilty, that I kept telling myself it was fine. 

When he was at work each day, I found myself crying over Ben. Feeling sorry for myself. Wishing he'd come and save me. Wondering if he tried to call, wondering if Calvin had thrown my phone out, or was going through it everyday. 

I was in sweatpants and a t shirt, cleaning the kitchen when the doorbell rang. 

My heart jumped into my throat. I couldnt answer the door, not with my face looking like this or the bruises on my arms. 

I walk slowly to the front door as the  doorbell rings again. When I peek out the peep hole carefully, I have no idea why she's here. Gina. The girl Ben was dating or seeing, or fucking or whatever. 

"Layna?" she yells through the door and then rings the doorbell again. 

I place my hands on the door and step back. 

"Laynaaaa open up" she says and then pounds on the door with her fist. 

It's not aggressive or threatening, just impatience. 

"Why are you here?" I yell back through the door. 

She pauses her knocking. 

"Can you open the door?" she asks. 

"I can't." I say through the door. 

"Uhhhh, why not?" she asks and I rest my forehead on the door. 

"Listen alright, Ben just sent me over here to tell you to stop texting him. That you and your husband are fucking psychos who des-" 

Texting him? I didn't have a phone. Calvin.  God damnit. 

I fling open the door and her jaw drops. 

Shit. shit. 

Her eyes widen. "What....the fuck...happened...to your face." she says and then her eyes do a damage report. Darting to my neck and then my bare arms, the bruises right under the cuff of the short sleeve and on my forearms. 

"I haven't texted him. Not once." I say. "It must be Calvin doing it. Tell him to just block the number or something." I say and go to step back and close the door but her hand slams against the door. 

"Did your husband do that?" she asks. Even though she knows he did. 

"This is the part where I tell you I fell right?" I say at an attempt at humoring myself so I don't fucking fall apart. I deserved it. I repeat it in my head. You deserved it Layna. 

"Jesus christ." she says and steps into the door and she lifts her hands to my face and I flinch as she hisses slightly assessing me like a broken piece of expensive China. 

"Shit." she says. "This isn't good." 

"Tell me about it." I mutter. 

"Fuck. Ben is going to kill him." she says and my eyes fly wide and I shake my head. 

"No...don't...don't tell him, you can't tell him" I say and she blows a huff of air. 

"Like hell I can't." she says. 

She pulls her cell phone out of her back pocket and dials a number. She turns when I try to stop her and she holds out a hand and shakes her head.

"Yeah...yeah I'm here...you need to come here." she says and it sounds like Ben is starting to argue with her. 

"Ben!" she yells at him. "Unless you want him to keep using her as a fucking punching bag, get the fuck over here!" 

"What do you mean what do I mean?!" she yells back into the phone. 

"She's got bruises everywhere and a fucking black eye and-"

She looks at the phone and then at me. He ended the call. 

Shit.