Ch. 5: Living In Bondage

Natalie missed a call from Stephanie and that was one thing that makes their friendship special and equally important to her. She also sent a message, just checking up on her to make sure she is okay.

She was lucky because she was already in her bedroom, replying to Stephanie's text message when Oscar came back. He slanted her a suspicious look as he leaned against the door and watched her.

She sent the text she wrote to Stephanie, then threw her phone aside and walked deliberately to the cabinet to bring out her nightgown. 

"I don't want her to visit you again. And I would love it if I stopped keeping in touch with her." He finally released the bomb he had been setting up.

"Who is that? Stephanie? Oscar, you know that is not fair! You stopped me from seeing my parents or even calling them, no matter who and what they are, they are still my parents, but I accepted that without complaint. No, you can't keep manipulating me like this. It's not possible with my best friend, please, cut that out." She shook her head.

"Did you just talk back to me? What is unfair is the fact that you are enjoying my money even when your parents are still owing my family millions of dollars! Who is losing? Cut that friend off or I will do something that you would regret!" He threatened, standing behind her and grabbing a fistful of her hair.

"Then let me go, Oscar. I will find a job and pay you instead of living in this hell! This is not the way the other family members treat their wives! This is not included in the guide book that I read before marrying you! What am I to you?" She retorted.

"Oh, you are living in hell? Let me make something clear to you, they are wives, not collateral. You are my slave, Natalie. You should be grateful that you do nothing but sit down and eat my money! Get that into your head and stop acting like you are somebody!" He pulled her hair, then jerked her against the closet.

"Just do what I ask you without being so smart and you will really enjoy your stay here. I work hard to feed my slave, isn't that generous of me? Goodnight and sweet dreams, honey." He walked out of the room, whistling.

Natalie tasted her own blood in her mouth and tried not to cry out loud. He was right, she is his slave and that is why it's only befitting for him to treat her as he pleased. If only the outside world knew that this was what she has been going through for the past two years.

They had an actual celebrity wedding. Everyone saw how she smiled for the camera, without knowing the agony behind those smiles. 

They all saw that her famous billionaire husband loved her as he drew her close and kissed the corners of her mouth, posing for the photographers and videographers to do their jobs. 

They all can see that she's living in wealth and everything is at her beck and call, just a snap of her fingers and her orders will be at her doorstep. So why would she come out? That would be oppressing the poor. Right?

She pressed her forehead against the closet and willed her tears to stop flowing out. She was in that state when Archer sneaked into the room and locked the door. 

He gathered her into his arms and whispered promises that he already pledged to himself to keep. He vowed to protect and set her free in whichever way he could. 

He heard everything when he was coming in, then he hid when Oscar came out, picked up some documents and left the house, humming happily. 

One would think that he won a trophy, but he was just happy because he hurt his wife. Which other way can he describe a beast? They do not have to be in animal forms before they identify as one.

He carried her to the bed and kissed her temple, slowly waking her up. She whimpered and lifted up her face for him to gain access to her neck. 

He still incited that excitement in her. A kiss was all it took to make her forget now and then. Her pain went away with every healing kiss. 

"I am so sorry for leaving you alone. I am so sorry for every pain he has inflicted on you. It's all my fault, Natty. You have always been my better half, my sweetheart." He murmured, threading a path on her upper arm.

"Oh, Archer. I have missed you so much. You have always been my source of happiness and joy. Fill the emptiness in my heart, take me away from this horrible nightmare and let your healing love be our starting point." She whispered softly, looking into his eyes.

"Smile for me," he pressed his forehead on hers, cupping her face, he stared dreamily at her smart mouth.

She smiled, then kissed him once, twice, spotting each part of his body she kissed with her saliva. Then she stuck her tongue out and started licking every spot.

"Where did you learn that?" He laughed, letting her do as she liked while he could put a check on his libido.

"Does it matter? I just did what came to my mind. You like it when I'm naughty, and I want to be your bad girl tonight." She gave him one of her contagious smiles.

He drew her up with him and looked around the bedroom. "Hey, I hope there's no CCTV camera in this room? I have seen it around some parts of the house."

"No, I am sure about that, otherwise, I wouldn't have asked you to come here. When we want to get crazy, I don't think anything matters!" She turned her back on him, then pressed her ass on his arousal and rocked slowly.

"Natalie Hills, you are no virgin!" He put a hand on her waist and helped her rub his arousal on her ass, spanking her when she laughed at his outrageous words.

"Hey, saint Archer, I remember the day you deflowered me in our school principal's office. I'm sure you have had a taste of other women as well." She leaned against him and threw an arm over his head.

"I won't tell you that." He said before she pulled his head down so that his mouth covered hers for a deep kiss.

"I don't want to hear it either." She murmured, tightening her grip on his hair.

He reached to the hem of her dress and pulled up, then ripped off her panties in a swift way.

"You gotta take it easy, panty ripper. What would I tell my husband about one of my lingeries if he finds out that I no longer wear it?" 

She nibbled on his arm, laughing and feeling light-headed as pleasure enveloped her the moment his palm touched her thighs. She can swear Oscar doesn't even know the color of her undies, let alone the number of them she has.

"Don't laugh so loudly, I'm not certain this house is soundproof." He warned, turning her around to face him.

"I'm not sure, but I don't think anyone outside of this house has ever heard my cries. Otherwise, someone would have asked me what was going on between my husband and I," She said, moving away from him to remove the rest of her clothes.

"Maybe they choose to ignore you because as you already know, no one cares about anybody here." He shrugged, then grunted when she was finally naked before him. "Perfect," He commented.

As he took a step toward her, a hard knock came on the door, followed by Oscar's groan when he learnt that the door was actually locked from the inside.

They stared wide-eyed at each other, shocked by the sudden interruption and the wonder of what would have become of them if Archer hadn't locked the door when he came in.

"What's up there, Natalie? How dare you lock me outside my own bedroom? Do you want to spend a few weeks at the hospital?"