Forced Marriage: Escaping Her Monster

"My life is perfect!" Jerlina sipped the wine and leaned on the strong chest of her man.

Jeremy wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek.

"Mine too," he nudged her ear with his nose.

She smelled so good and it bewitched him.

Slowly he started to kiss her ear, cheek and hovered to her mouth. Jerlina found herself losing in his embrace once more as he gently caressed her erect buds with his calloused fingers.

His mesmerizing scent and the taste of his mouth… it made her crave him more. Her insides that were so filled with his towering desire, thirsted more of the pleasures it enjoyed just some moments ago.

Like a depraved land that would gluttonously devour every drop of rain, she wanted to devour him once more.. She turned and the water made a small splashing noise. He started to nibble on his lips and his hands slowly reached to the sensitive parts of her inner thighs.

"Want more?" he gently touched her s*x after getting the wine glass from her hand and keeping it aside.

Seeing her eyes turning erotic once more, he could only get excited.

"Ye-Ahhh!"

Jeremy who expected a pleasured moan, was surprised by her hurt groan.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Um, no, not hurt," she fell dejectedly on his shoulder. "It's sore…"

"Oh, dear…" he hugged her.

"I'm sorry… But let's take a break for a couple of days, alright?" she said.

"Sorry? For what?" He asked.

Why is there a need for an apology here?

"Nothing," Jerlina realized that there is nothing to apologize for. "I wish you were an average, Joel… Then we can go wild many times a day…" she wrapped her hand around his neck and kissed his cheek.

As much as she enjoyed that time and still want to go once more, her body is not willing to. But she can get used to him.

"Average?" Jeremy asked.

This is the first time he felt bad for his large size.

"I'll get better in a day, don't worry," she pecked his lips. She saw the frown lines between her eyes and felt sorry for him.

"Worry?" Jeremy rubbed her back. "I was not thinking about that. Many misunderstand that women like extra-large sizes but it is a myth, it seems…" he mumbled.

"Mmm," Jerlina kissed his neck. "Small isn't that good either… I guess…" She rested her head on his shoulder and ran her hand through his member. "It's better it is big than it is small…And yours look adorable when it is looking up… And the things you could do with it..!" she let out a deep sigh. "I can't get excited on my own thinking of that. It's too bad I can't go another round. I have to control myself!"

"My sweet vixen," Jeremy laughed and pinched her butt.

All the worries he felt for a moment got washed away by her words.

"I love you," she said holding his neck.

Her brain had already shut down as she needed rest badly and she closed her eyes.

Jeremy looked down and saw her asleep already.

What a silly woman! Who falls asleep in the bathtub?

He kissed her forehead. As always, talking to her makes him fall in love with her more.

He washed her thoroughly. He saw what she meant by she is sore down there. It looked a little swollen. He wondered if there would be some medications for that. There would be but can he find it in the local pharmacy?

Wrapping her in the towel, he brought her to the other bedroom. She opened her eyes with difficulty and looked at him. He told her to go back to sleep and she closed her eyes with a smile.

He loved seeing her smile.

He helped her wipe and wear one of his nightshirts. He didn't know how much she loves wearing his shirts, but it makes him feel so good. So he decided that whenever she is home, she'll be wearing his shirt.

His shirt and nothing else!

Jeremy's lips curved to an evil smile. Placing a kiss on her forehead he walked out of the room after covering her to keep her warm. Her hands and feet get very chilly. He doesn't know how she could get that cold and still survive.

She's so frail and pitiful. I'll have to look after her well.

He now is back on his habit of air drying. He forgets where his towels are and even though his wife is kind and patient, she gets mad when he touches her towels. And she has different types of towels – one for her face, one for her body, one for her crotch, and one for her hair. And she gets mad if he touches any of it.

She's weird!

And so he never touches towels anymore. Except for that blue towel for his hair that she keeps by the door, he has no towels.

He cleaned up the dirty sheets and made the bed. He picked his clothes up and threw them in the laundry basket. He could only find one of his socks but that's fine. His wife is better at finding things than him.

He shrugged!

He double checked to see if the room is clean. But his wife would find something more to clean, he knew. But she never gets angry at him. And that would make him sad. He sometimes wishes his wife screams and nags.

She'll learn soon.

He went to the kitchen and made sure he cooks her favorite dishes. Otherwise she won't wake up. She looked too tired.

Now, Cooking…

His wife loved his cooking. He'd see her face brighten up when she eats the dishes he cooked. Or it could be just that she doesn't like cooking much. But that is fine. Cooking is where he is very useful for his wife. And if he says that he'll do the cleaning up, she'd be double happy.

It seems like any work in the kitchen is not liked by his wife. She never says it but he inferred it with her reactions. She is not an open book, he should say. And that makes it more interesting for him to learn her thoughts.

After cooking, he cleaned up and walked up the stairs to wake her up. When he says that he cooked dinner for her, her face would brighten up with a pretty smile.

He loved seeing that smile!

Jerlina had a wonderful, dreamless sleep. She didn't even roll over and slept as she was placed. In the middle of her sleep, she felt hungry and woke up. Her back and her legs hurt like hell. And she was hungry.

She looked around and she was in the other bedroom. She did remember Jeremy carrying her here. She looked to see her wearing his shirt. Her lips curved to a smile. She smelled it and it had a lingering pine scent. Even if she washes his clothes and her clothes in the same detergent, his clothes would always smell nicer than hers.

She loved his scent!

And where is he?