Wedding night escapades

Vanessa

“Yes."

“Here?"

“Yes."

“You want me to put on a show for you? Like a prostitute?" I can feel the distaste on my tongue

“Yes." He retorts in conciseness.

“And you say that so casually like it is nothing. I am your wife and not some whore on the streets." My voice has gone up and I am practically shouting at this outrageous demand.

He gets up from the sofa and in a few strides, he is right in front of me blocking out the view of the light from me. He stands taller than me and for the first time in a while, I feel very small. It is like his height and bulkiness have multiplied and now, I am scared.

“You think you are any different from the ones in the streets? The ones I fuck are even better than you. They own who they are and live proudly but you? You are a hypocrite and do not deserve to be making demands." It's like his voice drops, sounding deadlier by the second, and with every word, he takes a threatening step towards me that makes me take a scared one backward until I feel