It was his voice that confirmed her worries. He held her hand firmly, pressing his forehead into the lace, molding it to her flesh. Fear gripped her as the carriage rocked towards their beautiful home. Elsie didn’t need to see his face to know he was upset. His anger filled the small compartment until the air was stifling. When the carriage came to a halt, she wanted it to keep going, make a few more trips around the block so she could plead her innocence. Even when she was unsure what she had done to earn his rage.<br/><br/>Within seconds she was in the foyer, wincing as the doors slammed shut behind her. His fingers slid around her arm, tightening painfully as he practically drug her up the stairs towards their bedroom - his bedroom. The maids never got a glimpse of her face and she knew they would do as they told no matter they heard. They were so much more obedient than Elsie could ever be. Maybe he wanted them more?<br/><br/>Oscar released her violently, sending her to the floor in a heap of blue fabric, jewels and fear. His voice mingled with the sound his belt slipping through each loop of his trousers and he used the wrong name. Elsie knew what that meant. His hair was disheveled, and that alone made his mood seem even more threatening.<br/><br/>She wanted to crawl away, to escape and not endure his wrath. Elsie shook her head, dark waves bouncing over her shoulders as she looked up at him from her place on the floor. The crack of the belt had her wincing.<br/><br/>“Oscar. I didn’t mean… I didn’t.” She couldn’t even finish her thought before she moved on. “I’m so thankful, for everything. For you saving me from embarrassment. I didn’t mean any harm. I love you. Oscar, I love you and you’re so good to me. I should have…” Her words were rushed and laced with terror.<br/><br/>He cracked the belt again. The leather licked her leg, ripping the expensive fabric in its wake. It was fear that got her to her feet. Fear that had her unbuttoning her own gown, ignoring how awkward the action was. Fear that kicked her shoes off before the dress slipped to the floor. She even managed to loosen the tie of her corset at her back. All while his brooding gaze rested heavily on her. He never fussed with her clothing, and she always came to him in just her chemise, with only that single layer between him and whatever he wanted. Elsie was certain she wasn’t moving fast enough as she peeled back every layer that fashion and society dictated she endure. She was one of many women who forwent the contraption required for a bustle, thus making this embarrassing endeavor a bit less so.<br/><br/>Elsie could feel his restlessness and when her last piece of clothing was added to small pile she had created, she held her arms to her chest as a deep blush spread across pale flesh.<br/><br/>“I’m so sorry, Oscar.” Her voice was weak, strained with worry.<br/><br/>She stood in the center of the room, as if on display for him. The only light was what the moon offered through the large picturesque window. The white glow illuminated her form so perfectly. While she had come fully into womanhood, it was Oscar who had made her a complete woman. She’d come into her sexuality under his rough needs and now he controlled it. The gentle curve of her hips knew his hands so well. The soft swell of her breasts and the tender flesh across her neck, they often craved her husband’s touch. He wasn’t known for gentleness, but she become accustomed to his desires, hoping she was the only one who sated them.<br/><br/>Now, she stood trembling under his harsh gaze, fearful of what it was he wanted tonight.