After the Honeymoon Christian slowly started to back to his dominant ways. I started to become increasingly unhappy with my newlywed life. It was not what I thought it would be. I thought that the feeling of lust and butterflies would not go away but I was wrong.

"There you are" Christian said as he came around the corner into the kitchen "I was calling you didn't you hear me he asked?"

"Sorry I was just thinking!" I said with a slight smile trying to hide my unhappiness

"Anything that you care to share?" He asked with curiosity

"Not really" I said passively

He looked very displeased, but I also found him hard to read at times. I just wanted him to drop the subject and move on. He wrapped his strong arms around my waist pulling me close to him. Noticed him sneaking a peak down my low-cut shirt.

"I want you in the playroom" He said with need in his voice

"I'm a bit tired, can it wait?" I asked hoping that he would be more understanding.

"Don't start this now" He said angrily "I have given you the world the least you could do is fuck me"

"OK!" I said taking a deep breath trying to hide my feelings.

I wasn't feeling it at the moment but maybe I could make the best of it, this won't last all night. At least it usually doesn't. As I followed him to the playroom I felt a sense of relief as we were the only one's home. I hated it when he whisked me to the playroom with housekeeping personnel as an audience it was so embarrassing. Christian seemed fine with it though. We entered the playroom and I could see that he had set up the handcuffs, blindfolds and butt plugs on the red satin sheets in a meticulous row.

"Butt Plugs?" I cried in fear "I asked you to take that out of the contract"

"The contract that you never signed" He grinned

"I don't feel comfortable with this" I stated making my feeling known

"Ana, I want you to try and work with me here. It's important for both of us to be happy in this marriage. I didn't get married to you to have Missionary sex once a day. I have needs and those needs need to be respected" He explained in his usual calm voice.

I was scared. I thought after wedding that he was a changed man. That's what he said. I had only been married for a few months and I already felt trapped. Tears started to well up my eyes.

"Please!" I begged "I really don't want to"

"you like me when I'm showering you in money but when I ask for something the answer is no" He yelled angrily "I thought that you were different"

"I am Christian, I love you and I know that you love me" I cried trying to breathe "I know that none of your submissive's has loved you the way I have"

"You know this for sure?" He asked sounding doubtful. "Remember that I chose you over everyone don't make me regret that decision"

I know that he wasn't always like this but I always felt scared when he became threatening. He hasn't hit me, but I was just waiting for it to happen. Without another word I started to take my shirt off. I stifled back a cry as I pulled my jeans down to my knees, feeling very defeated.

"Thank you Ana!" He said with a sigh

He started to gently run his hands over my naked breasts, He made his way down to my vagina as he crawled on top of me.

"Ana" He breathed seductively in my ear "Why aren't you wet?"

I closed my eyes trying to escape into my mind. I didn't want Christian to be upset with me. I started to get get moist as I dreamed about Christian and I on our honeymoon in Paris. He was so handsome, sexy and kind. I could not get enough of that Christian. I wanted that Christian.

"That's my girl!" He started to massage my anus. I felt warm, hard piece of plastic being wedged in there. It felt very uncomfortable to me.

"Purple!" I said trying to use my safe word. He suddenly stopped.

"I haven't even started yet" he said annoyed "Get the fuck out of here, I don't want to see you right now" he yelled.

I retreated to the bedroom that he had reserved for all his submissive's. I found some warm pj's and crawled into bed. I felt scared, disgusted and unloved. He had become angrier and more aggressive towards me when I didn't share his drive to explore BDSM with him. I started to feel that he felt more fulfilled before when he had women at his beckon and call. I tried to explain to him that I could not live my life that way. I felt sick to my stomach. I needed to call mom. She always knew what to say to make me feel better. I got up out of bed to get my cell phone from our bedroom. He was lying in the middle of the bed, stretched out.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He said "I told you I didn't want to see you right now"

"I just want my phone" I said with confidence.

"Who are you calling?" He asked "I don't need anyone knowing about our issues"

"I want to call my mom" I said walking away briskly

I heard him get up out of the bed. I started to run to the spare room.

"I want that phone" He yelled

"No!" I cried

I slammed the door and locked it. Taking a deep breath I moved toward the bed and sat down.

"Ana! I want that phone!" he yelled from outside the door "Do you really want your mother knowing what goes on in the Red Room?"

"You are scaring me Christian" I stuttered as my eyes started to well up with tears.

I knew Christian's insatiable need for domination extended to all aspects of his life as well as mine. Silence! He was calling the cell phone company to have my phone cut off. I knew that I had to make my call quick.

"Mom!" I cried on the phone

"What's wrong honey? You seem really upset?"

"I want to come home" I said

"Is he not treating you well? He seems like such a nice, kind and well put together man. If you need to come home, do it. Marriage is hard and it happened so fast for you"

"I know" I said through tears "I don't know if I want to be married anymore"

The phone dropped signal mid-sentence.

I went over to the door and prompted a wooden chair against it so that Christian could not come in. I went to lay in bed, but I was too upset to sleep. I rolled around trying to get comfortable for the next hour. Praying for rest, but my body would not allow it.

Suddenly, I heard the chime of a new message coming into an email box coming from the closet. I followed the sound. I found an older purple MacBook, sitting in a duffel bag. I pulled it out, to see what was in the mailbox.

I opened the computer, a background of an unfamiliar brunette in her 20's with Christian in a fancy restaurant smiling. Christian told me he didn't like to go out. I opened the email. It was Christian.

Ana

I'm sorry for how I reacted. Please let me make it up to you

I love you. I want every part of you even the deviant parts.

Please don't leave me!

I will be waiting for you in the kitchen.

Love Christian

At first I didn't want to go to the kitchen. I didn't want to face Christian. It was late and I knew that I had to have a fresh face to go to work tomorrow morning. I toyed with the idea for about 10 mins then went over to the door and took the chair from under the doorknob and set it aside. I slowly unlocked the door and peered down the hallway. Nothing! I left my cell in the room and walked down the hallway making my way to the kitchen. I saw Christian Sitting at the kitchen table. He turned around and a smile crept across his face.

"Ana!" He said relieved "I knew you would come"

"I still don't want to do the Butt Plug stuff" I said trying to hold my ground

"You don't have to" He said with a worried expression

He pushed my hair from my eyes.

"You've been crying" He stated "Can I make you a tea?"

"Sure" I said reluctant to take my guard down