5. HIS WIFE

The pain was what brought me from my dream. 

It was piercing through my body so intensely I was paralyzed. 

I blinked in a state of shock.

 My head lay on my arms, my front pressed to the bed. 

White sheets stared back at me and I groaned. 

The pain was so intense I decided to just lay there for as long as I could until my bladder cried out for help. 

I groaned out, shifting in bed only to wince painfully. 

It hurt like hell. I clenched my hands and took a deep breath only to attempt to move again. It felt as if I had just given birth. 

The pain left me pale. 

What had I been thinking?

Finally, I could stand and I stared down at the sheets. 

A bloody stain stared back at me. 

Flashes from the previous night greeted me and I groaned out. The shame finally settled and left me feeling like shit. How could I have done that? How could I have entertained that? I had only told Tate of my dark twisted fantasies and he had laughed at my face before promising to try it once we were married. 

I shook the memories away, the guilt hitting me. 

I had just opened my legs wide for the man I had been forced to marry, not thinking of Tate. He must have been worried. I hoped he did not come looking for me. 

Again, I thought of my father. 

Instead of asking of his well-being, I had been moaning all night. Dread fell over me. I turned and tried to walk but the pain got much worse. It was well deserved. I shouldn’t have cum from my husband taking me so forcefully. I shouldn’t have been so wet. It was wrong. 

I cursed only to realize that, unlike the sheets, I was clean, meaning he had cleaned me after I passed out. 

I had no memory of what happened after he brutally took my virginity. 

A shudder ran down my body with more shame pouring on me. Even as I thought of it then, my pussy couldn’t help but salivate even with the pain coursing through me.

“This is not right.” I cursed but if I could, I would go back and do it all over again. 

I knew peeing would be painful but I hadn’t known it would be that bad. I cursed, the pain deep in my cunt. 

That asshole held nothing back. An image of him ramming into me flashed and I felt hot instantly. I needed prayer. I needed holy water. 

I decided to wash myself then I changed the sheets. Everything happened so slow because of my predicament. There was no way I could make it down the steps so I found myself crawling back to bed in my sweats with sleep soon claiming me. 

I was startled out of sleep and the pain had me groaning into the pillow. How could it get worse? I felt raw. 

Then suddenly I felt the weight of someone on me and felt the cold air kiss my butt. 

Kisses trailed down my butt before a large hand grabbed it firmly, squeezing. I groaned out, gripping on the pillow. The kiss went lower into my slit. He knocked my legs apart and I did not waste time but let it be. 

Hot air grazed my pussy and I was already drenched. 

My eyes closed, as still as a corpse. 

His tongue moved from my clit up to my asshole. I bit the moan back in but couldn’t help arch my ass because I wanted more even with how sore I was. 

He sucked on my pussy before rubbing his thumb then sliding it in. 

I was so swollen even his thumb was too thick, squeezing in. 

He pulled it out then kissed my pussy before eating it as if he had been starved for so many years. 

His tongue, his lips, even his nose dug in while his thumb played with my clit. 

All I could do was whimper while opening wider. 

I needed him. I wanted him in me but I was so sore and swollen I doubted he would even be able to enter. I wanted him to bury himself from behind and just keep rocking me until I came for him. 

I swiped my tongue on my lower lip with the image having me drenched even more. 

Fuck, I craved him. 

A moan pulled from me as he ate me faster and with more force. My legs shook and I found myself bouncing my ass a little for him. He slapped it hard and I whimpered with my toes curling. 

His thumb went back in, gently fucking me with it while he sucked on my clit then he pulled it out to my ass while eating my pussy. I bit the sheets, him moving faster. 

“Fuck.” 

I cried out, too hungry for this. The dam burst, an explosion of sweet ecstasy. I wished I could pull on his hair but all I could manage were the sheets. I came so hard I left them drenched. 

He gave a few last licks before moving to kiss my ass cheeks over and over to my back dimples where he stopped. 

“ I expect to find dinner prepared when I get home.” 

I couldn’t help the chuckle. 

“ Then hire a maid.” I blurted out, head still buried in the pillow. 

I felt his hand over the back of my head and he pressed it down hard. 

My air was cut, eyes closed with tears brimming from the cut of air supply. 

“Watch that mouth or I will fuck your swollen pussy so hard you will lose even the ability to speak.” He whispered in my ear and all I could do was groan into the pillow before he let go of me. 

I hated him so much. 

I gulped in air as soon as I could, coughing, and wiping my tears away. 

“I am going on a job.” He simply said, walking away. 

I knew what that meant. He didn’t know when he would come back or if he would come back at all. If he could get shot out there and die, that would be a miracle for me. 

I could just see it in my head and how I wished. I sat up, the pain only worse. I was so wet it was disgusting yet going to the bathroom was another fit but I had to. I slid off the bed, the sheet soaked. 

Slowly, I walked to the bathroom only for him to come out of the closet to follow me in. I didn’t want to face him. The shame was too much.

The walk to the toilet bowl seemed far. I moved at a snail’s pace, legs wide open to ease the pain. Finally, I got there, turning to groan out loud as I lowered down. As I sat my eyes moved up to find him standing by the double vanity sink. 

His sleeves were rolled up, the shirt tucked into the black sleek suit pants. His dick made a tent of the pants, large, and long. 

I licked my lips, my eyes travelling up and one thing I would be thankful for was how attractive he was. Even his age did not phase me anymore because only a grown wicked man would take me as savagely as he had. He aged way too well and the age difference was suddenly a turn-on. 

Those large hands. 

Fuck.

I took in that strong jaw and I could remember the feel of his stubble on my cunt. It was still wet with my cum. I wanted to ride his mouth then his cock. 

My breath froze as my eyes met his. He was staring dead at me with the same need that burned in me. If eyes could fuck, I would be pregnant by then. My eyes ran down to his pants, noticing the stain there. 

I wanted him to bend me all over the house but maybe another day. 

With all the self control I could gather, I looked away to the toilet paper which I rolled and began wiping myself. 

He walked out and that’s when my brain came to me. I washed my hands and was about to walk out when he walked in with nothing but a towel around his torso. 

“Uhm, I wanted to ask about my father. What happened to him?” 

“After you stupidly ran away?” He threw back with me swallowing, not wanting to agree to that. 

“Is he still alive?” I dared ask the question. I did not know what I would do if he said my father had been killed because of my stupidity. 

He opened the glass door and walked in the shower .It was when the water sprayed that I realized I had walked in with him. 

“I need a phone. Can I borrow yours to call him?” I questioned, making it a note that I had to buy a phone. 

Such things many took for granted were actually a privilege in this world. If my husband did not want me to have a phone then I wouldn’t have one. But I dared him to say no and see if that would happen. 

Silence passed as he took his time washing himself. 

“Please.” I begged, my legs shaking. 

“When I am done.” He said and I nodded my head. 

“Thank you.” 

I did not dare stare at his cock. It was halfway down yet I could make out how huge he was and I couldn’t believe I took him in. 

I opened the door, shuffling out and waiting. To keep busy I changed my clothes and the bedding before waiting in the closet patiently. 

My eyes ogled as he walked in, naked. 

My throat closed in. The man was the sexiest I had ever seen. 

He oiled, and sprayed his body mist which left me wet again. He was clean and I was drawn in a way I shouldn’t have. The truth was, he hadn’t known I had a fantasy of being forcefully taken. If I hadn't had it, would he have forced himself on me? Did he go around forcing himself on girls? 

My skin crawled and I felt disgusted at the thought. I was not going to live with a rapist and before I could hold my tongue. 

“ Do you normally just rape women?” 

But it wouldn’t be a shock. In this world women were cheap commodities. 

He did not pay me any mind. He pulled on his white shirt. My fists curled and my body surged with such anger. I wanted to hit him until he told me if he had ever hurt a woman so brutally. If he had pushed in and cum from her pain and cries. 

Even thinking of it made me hate myself more. What I did was encourage him to forcefully take women. I couldn’t stand being there any longer so I slipped off the counter, wincing in the process but fuck it. While he was gone I had to plan my escape. There was no way I was staying there.