My Ex-wife, My Destination

Flashback Continues

Daisy’s P. O. V.

I’m going to the office with Luke. Everyone thinks he takes me to his office every day because he can’t live without me. However, they don’t know he takes me to his office so that he can take out his anger on me there as well.

I have tried everything to bring back the old Luke, but nothing has worked so far. I have gone through so much pain and suffering that sometimes I wonder whether it’s worth it. Even, I have lost my identity and self-respect in this marriage. I have become a punching bag for Luke’s anger and frustration.

But despite all this, a small part of me still hopes that one day Luke will change and become the person he used to be. I still believe that love can conquer all and that our marriage can be saved. I refuse to give up on him because I know that deep down, he still cares for me.

“What the fuck? How could they cancel the meeting?” As Luke shouts on the phone, I pull out of my thoughts and flinch.

He disconnects the call and orders his driver, fuming in anger. “Stop the car right now.”

His driver instantly applies the brakes.

“Out of the car, both of you.” He orders us, and we immediately step out of the car with him.

“Come by cab,” He instructs his driver before turning towards me. “And you, sit inside.” He commands, pointing at the passenger seat.

I hastily hop into the car, and he sits in the driver’s seat, his face red with anger.

I want to calm him down, but I stay silent because I don’t want to raise his anger further. I know what’s going to happen next. He’s going to take his anger out on me in his way. I’m not scared because I’ve become accustomed to it over the past six months.

He drives off and halts the car in a deserted place.

“Ride me now,” he commands, startling me as I am lost in my world. It takes a second to snap out of it. “I said now.” He roars at me, causing me to flinch.

“Luke, please calm down. We can talk about this.” I try to calm him down, placing my hand on his shoulder.

“I said, ride me now.” He repeats, his voice filled with anger.

After taking a deep breath, I obey his command. I slip my hand under my skirt and take off my undies before straddling him and pulling up my skirt.

I know I shouldn’t follow his orders, but I want to. I want to calm him down the way he wants. Sometimes, I feel like I’m a fool. However, it’s not in my hands-I just can’t look beyond Luke. I don’t want to upset or disappoint him because the thought of him leaving me fills me with dread. My entire world revolves around him, so the mere thought of losing him sends a shiver down my spine.

As I open his jeans button and pull down the zipper, his hardness springs out.

I take him deep inside me, bracing my hands on his shoulders before moving up and down slowly, and he groans. Every time I feel him inside me, I feel complete, like no one can separate us-not even him.

“Move faster,” he orders, spanking my butt, making me gasp.

His hands wrap tightly around my throat, and his roughness sends pleasure straight to my core. I increase the pace, and my pain instantly turns to pleasure. His groans of pleasure only intensify my determination to please him, to be everything he desires at this moment.

He squeezes my butt, digging his nails into my skin before going deep into me by flexing his hips. I moan, digging my nails into his shoulders and throwing my head back.

He unlocks the door of the car and orders me, “Step out.”

I climb out of the car with wobbly legs.

He lifts me and makes me sit on the car bonnet before jabbing his two fingers into me. He takes them out and pushes them back with force.

Then he roughly rams into me from behind, yanking my hair with both hands after bending me over the car bonnet.

***

A Week Later

Like every day, as I work on my laptop in Luke’s cabin, sitting on the sofa, I notice him getting tired of working all day. He is constantly placing his head in his hands, rubbing his temples as if trying to ward off a headache.

Concerned, I close my laptop and approach him.

I stand behind him and place my hands on his shoulders, saying, “Luke, you’ve been working non-stop. You need to take a break.”

Surprisingly, he sighs heavily and leans back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “I know, but there’s just so much to do. The deadlines are looming, and I can’t afford to fall behind.”

When he talks to me like this, it gives me hope that one day our relationship will improve. In fact, it reminds me of the Luke I fell in love with-the kind, caring, and understanding man who used to make me feel like important.

“I understand that there’s a lot of pressure, but you can’t keep pushing yourself like this,” I explain, my hands gently kneading his tense muscles. “You need to take care of yourself, Luke. Your health is important too.”

These small normal moments between us give me hope that maybe, just maybe, he can change, that our relationship can be salvaged.

But as quickly as the moment comes, it fades away, bringing me back to harsh reality always.

Standing behind him, massaging his tense shoulders, I silently pray that one day, he will be able to see my love for him and break the walls which he has formed around his heart. I hope one day, he can look beyond the hatred for women.

His phone buzzes with a new email notification, and he immediately snaps back to reality.

“What the fuck!” He pushes my hands away from his shoulders before standing up, his eyes burning in anger. He grabs my arms, digging his nails into my skin. “How dare you touch me without my permission?”

“Luke, I-I,” I shutter as I respond to him. “I just wanted to relax you.”

“Relax me?” He pushes me away and asks me, laughing. “Really like this?”

I just give him a slight nod in response.

“You can’t relax me like this because you are good at only one thing that is satisfying my desires, by splaying your legs for me whenever I want.” He states, again grabbing my arms. “Don’t forget your place and what you’re for me, Daisy, because I won’t hesitate to remind you.”

Despite his harsh words and aggressive demeanour, I refuse to let his anger break me. I stick to the memory of that tiny moment of connection we shared just moments ago.

I really pray that one day, these moments of our connection will not end in a few seconds. They will last forever.

“Luke-”

“Just shut up and take off your clothes.” He orders, moving away from me.

I remind him, “You have a meeting, Luke.”Content is © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Consider yourself lucky that I have a meeting because it delays your punishment of touching me without my permission.”

He is crazy! He just finds reasons to punish me. Who punishes someone for trying to relax them?

As I walk over to the sofa, I halt, listening to his words. “Wait! I got an idea to punish you now only.”

Of course, he had to find the idea. How can he leave me without punishing me?

I turn towards him, keeping my expression normal.

“Bend down on the table.” He orders, opening the drawer. Standing there, I try to see what’s taking out of it. “Daisy, I don’t have an entire day. I have to attend a meeting, and if I get late because of you, it won’t be good for you.” He shouts, causing me to flinch.

Why does he shout so much? Who makes him understand my ears work properly? He doesn’t have to yell all the time.

“Are you deaf?” His words bring me back to the earth, and I immediately bend on the table, my heart pounding with anticipation.

It’s twisted, I know, but his punishments always excite me in ways I can’t explain.

I hear him rummaging through the drawer behind me, and I wonder what he’s planning, feeling arousal coursing through me.