Chapter 1 Her Bdsm Enthusiast Husband

• Veronica:
• “I bought you new sex toys and some bullwhips” his voice was thick and cold as he sat in his comfortable armchair, throwing his head back.
• I held the red lingerie in my hands, my eyes fixed on my indifferent husband. I watched him hold his phone up and not even look at me.
• “Carlos! I haven’t been feeling very well lately. So I was thinking—what if—we skip it tonight?” I wasn’t making up any excuse. It was true that I had been throwing up for some time.
• In the beginning, I thought it was from the sudden intense bondage, but later, when my periods were delayed, I began to wonder if it was something else entirely.
• “Hm?” Carlos raised his head and glared at me. The anger flashing through his eyes made me shrink into myself.
• “Fine,” he spoke dryly, but before I could get to celebrate, he added, “I have plenty who would love to join me in my basement tonight.”
• That was a clear threat. And it wouldn’t be the first time he made it. Last time, when I was on my period and he wanted sex, he had brought in another woman, whose screams of pleasure made me unable to sleep the whole night.
• The next morning, Carlos made me make breakfast for that woman and accompanied her with smiles before she departed.
• It shattered me, but I couldn’t complain.
• I was not a wife to him. He saw me more like his sex toy. When we first got together, I was a virgin. I had never been in any relationship either. Carlos taught me everything, and I did my best to satisfy him. Yet he always had some complaints.
• “Carlos! I didn’t mean to reject you. I meant—just give me a minute, and I will be ready,” I rushed into the bathroom to change before he called another woman home.
• While slipping into the lingerie, I couldn’t help but stare at my image in the mirror and let a tear roll down.
• My husband was nothing like what I had imagined him to be.
• My savior! my lover! The bad guy who fell in love with the good girl.
• All of it was just a play.
• He tricked me into thinking he loved me, only for the sake of his revenge against my mother. A year ago, my stepmom had schemed against me, handing me over to an elderly man. I was drowning in despair when Carlos appeared like a guardian angel, pulling me out of the predicament.
• Upon returning home, I tried to explain everything to my father, only for my stepmom to twist the truth, falsely accusing me of taking her daughter to a club, nearly causing her to be violated.
• Without hesitation, my father struck me across the face and kicked me out of the house, forcing me to survive on my own.
• On a stormy night, a drunken man seized me. In my panic, I stumbled and fell—only to see Carlos once again.
• At that critical moment, he became my protector, offering me shelter, warmth, and solace.
• I walked out and found my devilishly handsome husband naked beside the bed. The handcuffs were in his sturdy grip, new toys displayed on the table like decor.
• He was going to use them on me tonight. I was afraid but put on my best smile and crawled onto the bed, teasing him with my sexy smile. He walked over to the bedside and then put a red bag over my face.
• “I don’t want to see your ugly face while I fuck you.” That was just like every time. He would hide my face before fucking me in a hundred different positions and before releasing all over my body.
• It hurt me, killed my confidence, but I carried on.
• Or else, what could I do?
• How does one run away from the Mafia boss?
• I didn’t know about it before until I married him. Carlos was the notorious Mafia boss.
• Carlos DiFranco!
• He came as my savior when I was being sold to an elderly man by my stepmother. It made me instantly see him as my hero. Since no one had ever saved me, he became my everything.
• A month after surrendering to his tender affections, I secretly took my household registration book from home without my father's knowledge and married Carlos in secrecy, without witnesses or blessings.
• I had believed that marriage would bring me happiness.
• Only for him to tell me on my first night—before he took my virginity—that he saw me as nothing but someone he hated for what my mother did to his family.
• “Ahhh!” I screamed one last time after hours of endless sex as Carlos released inside me. He took the toy out of my ass and then uncuffed one of my hands.
• “Uncuff yourself and then clean the room,” he ordered me, throwing the key on my stomach. I managed to get the bag off my head and reach for the key.
• “Hold him tight, I will be there shortly,” he was already discussing business on his phone. I could only imagine who he would be torturing after torturing me for pleasure. It hurts me to watch him always do this to me.
• My little innocent dreams of cuddling with my husband after sex were never fulfilled. He never even let me have the pleasure of looking into his eyes while he took my virginity.
• With a heavy heart and broken self-esteem, I uncuffed my hand from the bed’s head and got out of bed. The sheets were all wet, but there was something more this time.
• My body ached a lot. I quickly got to work and cleaned the whole place before heading to the bathroom and getting ready for my appointment with the doctor.
• “Congratulations, you are two months pregnant,” the doctor gave me the B-scan with the news that didn’t sound like a melody to my ears.
• ‘You fucking dare get pregnant from me, I will make sure you abort the baby. Anyone can carry my child, but you.’
• My husband’s words rang through my ears, and tears blurred my vision. I was only nineteen and this much pressure on me was not good.
• “Are you not happy, Mrs. DiFranco?” the female doctor asked me, worried about my reaction.
• “I am, it’s just—I’m too happy,” I lied. I was worried. Carlos would be very upset if he found out I was pregnant.
• “Anyway, your body is weak, and I have spotted some bleeding. You need to take care of yourself and get plenty of rest. Whatever exercises you do, just stop them for now,” the doctor had no clue it wasn’t from exercising.
• My husband was into BDSM, and I always obliged to make him believe I was the only one for him. My unfiltered love for him had started to vanish lately when I began to feel more like a toy than his wife.
• “I am writing down some vitamins. Take them regularly. And if you can, ask your husband to come with you next time so that I can also tell him how to take care of his beautiful pregnant wife,” the doctor’s words rang through my ears.
• Beautiful?
• My husband wouldn’t even want to see my face when fucking me.
• I came back to Fran Manor, and the sight of it already made me nauseous. The dark hallways and the screams from certain rooms, where my husband’s men were torturing their enemies, were always hard for me to pass through.
• The minute I entered my bedroom and saw Carlos, my breath hitched.
• “You are early, honey,” I asked in a shaky tone, fearing he would demand sex again.
• “Strip! I want you to pole dance for me tonight,” he demanded something I was never good at. He had hired professionals to teach me pole dancing, and I always ended up hurting myself. Mainly because I had to wear a big mask with my eyes covered, too.
• But that night, I had to decline his demand for the sake of my unborn child’s safety. “I am sorry. I cannot do it.”
• This was the first time I had declined his wish with such confidence, and it didn’t sit well with Carlos.