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Yeonjun's pov
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I just arrived home late at night, the usual, partying with a friend.
It was a blast, Beomgyu invited me to an ear wrecking concert called the Lollapalooza while we drank beer at the back, just screaming and jumping like crazy and having the time of our lives. The moment the concert was over I was already sweating like someone just poured water over me.
"Are you sure you don't want to sleep at my place? I don't mind the extra company."
"Oh, really no it's fine. And besides, he's going to try and find me if I don't go home tonight." I reply to Beomgyu as I take off my jacket.
"Pfft, your husband is one possessive shit." I ignored him and got out of the car, checking my watch to see that it was 12:50am, he's probably asleep by now.
"Thank you again Gyu, I had a nice time."
"Call me if you wanna come hang out." I close the door shut as I watch him drive away. I turn around to look up at the apartment building, sighing sadly as I walk in.
By the time I reached our door, I looked around, pressing in the door code and cursing under my breath that it was always too loud. I'm glad our room was soundproof, or else I would rather sleep here than face him. I entered the house, looking around and seeing that all the lights were turned off. I tiptoed to the kitchen and sighed in relief, grabbing myself a glass of water when the lights suddenly turned on. I let out a groan at the minute of peace I had that is now long gone.
"You missed curfew..three hours ago, why didn't you call? Or text?" My husband Soobin asked. My heartbeat was beating fast out of pure nervousness, this wasn't the first time I've ever broken a house rule though, but something about tonight doesn't feel right, because usually he'd walk over to me and interrogate me. But right now he was only leaning on the wall with his arms crossed and his expression unreadable.
"Does it matter?"
"It's my house. The rules aren't even that hard to follow, but you insist on breaking each and every one of them." I turn around to look at him, glaring at his direction and walk toward him. Right, those stupid damn house rules which are so ridiculous! Considering that I'm almost 2 years older than him, I should have the right to my own freedom. He couldn't even do anything when I do break house rules.
"So what? What are you going to do about it?" I asked as I walk toward him, looking up since he's taller than me.
"Well I've had enough of it." And before I knew it, I was being carried to our room like a sack of potatoes. Everything happened so fast I couldn't process what was happening. He threw me to the bed and hovered above me, already working on taking off my clothes.
"Since you won't follow my rules to your own accord, I'll teach you to follow them." I was shaking under his hold, trying hard to pry his hands off of me.
"H-hey! Stop taking off my clothes!" He ended up ripping my shirt, leaving me in my pants. I held onto it for as long as I could.
"You even smell like beer, were you planning on getting drunk?"
"If I did get drunk I'll never be able to go home."
"And you're telling me you stopped yourself from getting drunk...alone, on your own." He pinned my hands over my head, tying my wrists with the belt he removed from my pants. I feel like my whole body is burning yet shivering at the same time with the idea of being naked in front of this man. Who's my so called beloved husband, who took my virginity on the night of our wedding day. I remembered how painful that experience is, and it became a scar in my heart, mind and body.
"I was with friends Soobin, I wasn't alone." I put my hands down to my chest and squeeze my legs together. He wasn't happy with what I was doing, so he pried my legs open and placed a leg in between.
"And you couldn't just send a simple text to let me know that you were out, at this unholy time of the night." Tears start forming in my eyes, in a mix of anger and fear. I don't want that night of our wedding to happen ever again, especially when just his stare scares the shit out of me.
"I hate you! I never wanted this marriage, I NEVER wanted to marry you!" I tried my best to wiggle out of his hold, push him away the best I can. But its pointless, he's stronger than me, the more he touches me the more I feel like my energy is leaving me.
"Well too bad, we're actually married now whether you like it or not." He gets up from the bed and goes through the bedside drawers for something. What he said played in my head over and over. That's right, we're married. But divorce is an option, I can divorce him, I can get him to divorce me. I just needed to get on his nerves without this happening again. While he was busy I sit up and used my teeth to bite at the belt on my wrists, painfully trying to break free.
"Did I say you could move?" He pulls one of my legs toward him, making me lay on my back again. I let out a yelp at the sudden pull and let go of the belt between my teeth.
"Hmm, actually let's do this." He unties the belt on my wrists, flips me over, and ties the belt on my wrists again from behind. Oh dear, I hate this position. All of the control I have left on my body is gone. Now all I can do is wiggle my arms, not that it really does anything to help my current position.
"No.. I don't want this please."
"You should've thought about that after the first time you broke a rule." I heard the pop and squeezing of a bottle. I have no idea what Soobin took from that closet, but its really scaring me right now. He pushes my head on the pillow, making my whole body feel like jelly. There's just something about his touch that makes me feel so weak everytime, the energy in my body draining as if he's sucking the life out of me. What made me more weak wasn't the hand on my head, but the cold and wet finger that was lightly rubbing and pushing at my hole.
"No! No! Agh!" I cried softly at the feeling of a finger pushing in me, it was still really painful. Not as painful as the night of our wedding but it was still unbearable for me. I'll never understand how pornstars find this so good, this is torture.
"It hurts, please stop!" I started thrashing my arms from behind me and screamed muffled in the pillow. Soobin hushed me and continued on his ministrations, slowly and painfully stabbing my insides with a finger.
"It hurts, I don't want to bleed again, I don't want sex--"
"Hush, unless you want me to gag you." He curled his finger inside me and it made me jolt, the feeling was electrifying, painful. Yet my body is betraying me, my insides tingling like someone had just tickled me a bit and my skin getting goosebumps in a satisfying matter like I just ate my favorite flavor of ice cream.
"This is punishment, you're not allowed to cum." His finger started moving faster after that, I could only scream and cry in pain. Cum? Does he mean squirt? Because only men with cocks can cum, I have a pussy. And according to biology class, vaginas can rarely squirt. Either from overstimulation or the feeling of love and pleasure. I feel neither of them, only the pain from the way he was jabbing madly at my hole, curling his fingers at that weird spot. It was starting to get painful in that spot too, the pain is just too much.
"Will you stay out past curfew again?" Curse that fucking curfew, curse it for being 10pm. Like why the hell can I not stay out at whatever time I fucking want? I am literally 29 years old, almost 30! Soobin broke me out of my thoughts and I gasped, feeling like he inserted another finger, still at that painful pace he settled. My lower body was starting to ache, my pussy was throbbing, the ache and that weird, gurgling feeling in my stomach starting to feel uncomfortable.
"N-no~"I said with all of the pain I could muster. When I took a glimpse of Soobin, he looked sadistic. The look on his face giving a shiver down my spine.
"Not good enough." He increased the pace of his fingers, like it wasn't very fast before. I screamed in pain, thrashing weakly and my knees giving up on me. If Soobin wasn't holding my hips up I would've fallen limp on my side by now. He probably didn't hear me said no. I was already surrendering, yet he didn't take the sign.
"Ah! You're hurting me! Stop! Please!"
"It doesn't sound like it hurts, I asked you a question." And finally yet suddenly, he stops. He stops moving his fingers, just leaving them inside. I can finally breath well again, and I closed my eyes as I continue letting the tears fall from my eyes. What question though? He asked a question? I continued racking my brain about what he asked about awhile ago but I really couldn't remember. I think my punishment is finally over, he really stopped moving.
"If that's how we're going to play it, great." He started thrusting his fingers into me again, making me scream and hold my breath.
"Stop!! Aaaaack!! Too painful!!" The weird feeling in my stomach mixing with the pain that is starting to go up my spine was making my brain feel mush. I was confused, about what he was doing, how my body is reacting, and how I was feeling. The anger and fear I felt moments ago was leaving my body, along with my soul yet it keeps coming back to me in full force whenever he opens his mouth.
"You won't answer me and I won't listen to you, and we'll do this everytime you break a rule." The sudden feeling of peeing hit me, I couldn't control it, and it was fucking painful.
"That was so hurt.." I cried softly, I could barely breathe. The feeling was like acid squirting out of me. Wait, squirting... this is what it feels like? Oh my fucking life this is the worst feeling. THIS is what my friends loved? What they'd always brag about? What they were DESPERATE about?
"If you're still able to go out tomorrow at 1am, then we'll repeat this." He pulls out his fingers in me, untying my wrists and leaves me to go to the bathroom. I lay on my side, tears continuing to spill out of my eyes as I feel my whole body and mind get numb. I know what happened, yet it feels like I don't know what happened.
My legs feels like they're wiggling and tingling, my insides were throbbing and aching like crazy. I can't find the strength to hold myself, it feels much worst than getting your period if you ask me. I haven't even processed Soobin coming back, wiping at my inner thighs and then my pussy. Even the whine that went out of my lips doesn't feel like me, I'm trapped in my own body. I'm light in the head right now. With Soobin lightly kissing my face, the same feeling I felt when he took me that night, after he came inside me. He smothered me with light kisses and soft words, soft words that I could barely register. He placed a shirt that was too big on me, not bothering to put underwear on me and drapes the blanket over me. Placing a soft peck on my forehead for the last time before I could feel my eyes closing, the sound of our bedroom door clicking close registering in my head before I loose consciousness.