You and your friends went to the bar, and you were wearing a red, tight-fitting dress and matching red heels. You were very drunk, so your friend called your husband, Connor, to pick you up since you couldn't drive your car because you were very drunk. After a while of waiting, he arrived, and you fell into his chest and fainted in front of him. You could still feel his strong arms carrying you all the way to his car and putting you in the front seat beside him.

You both arrived at your mansion, and Connor lifted you all the way to the bedroom. As he threw you on the bed, you opened your eyes to see what was happening. You could only see a blurry vision, and yet you could still see your husband's handsome face. You were about to go back to sleep when he suddenly talked in a cold voice, yet in a seductive tone.

"Oh, honey, didn't I tell you that you would no longer go to any clubs with your friends? You didn't even ask for my permission." His voice filled with anger as he scolded you. "Now, you will face your consequences. But don't worry, you won't remember anything tomorrow, unless I remind you." He added, giving you a slight smirk as his eyes darkened and he slowly took off his belt. He crawled over on top of you and pulled you closer to him. "I'm sorry, but I won't go easy on you, darling. I'm sorry for your legs. You won't be able to walk for weeks." He whispered against your ear as your body shivered.

"Wa-wait, we can talk about this—" You tried to stop him, but you only groaned in surprise as he started tearing off your dress.

"It's too late for that, hun~" he said in a seductive tone.