All Chapters of CEO's Only Wife: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

He made me walk—with traces of his semen on my chin and neck, naked, sobbing on shaky legs, up the cellar steps and out into the civilized landscape of the court. villa above. I hesitated on the top step when I heard the unmistakable whispers of conversation from others. Eric pressed his hand firmly against the curve of my ass and urged me to move forward, but I just backed away and tried to step down. Catching me with one hand, he delivers a powerful, decisive slap on my sensitive buttock, and I can't stop myself from screaming, then stumbling through the door. Six pairs of eyes turned to me at once. In them is a mixture of surprise and delight. A strong desire to run welled up inside of me, but my hair was brutally grabbed by Eric's hand, forcing me to kneel at his feet, where I immediately clung to his feet and hid. . “Wow, the whole day just got more interesting,” said a strange voice, with a mellow southern accent. His comment was met with resounding laughter. I was too scared

An hour and a half later, I'm sniffling on the edge of the tub while Celia gently combs my hair and does her best to comfort me.“I'm so sorry, Kitten,” she whispered. I sobbed even louder. She nodded obediently to reassure her. Honestly, my tears have nothing to do with her, or the fact that she waxed all of my hair so painfully, leaving only a small 'line' on my 'girl' top. . However, that pain is not easy to forget. Mostly, I cried because I couldn't shake Eric out of my thoughts. He doesn't care about me at all, and yet somehow, I'm falling in love with him again. He would never kiss me again - that's what he said - never again. I trust you. I did everything you asked in the hope that you would forgive me. His loyalty was never mine, and I was a fool to believe that I could win against him.I can't stop myself from replaying that moment over and over in my mind. Even knowing that the pain I was feeling was more emotional, I still felt pain all over my body.“Celia?” Finally, I man

I open my eyes and stare into the gloom, not wanting to move in case Eric tries to torture me more when I'm awake. My sleep is not straight at all. My wrists were tied to a tight leather corset. It was difficult to breathe or lift my arms even an inch. I was forced to sleep on the floor – although it was covered with a blanket, it was not as comfortable as the bed.I think about the morning. After Eric had roughly used my mouth, which made me both crave and lust after him, he refused to give me the relief that he still gives me now after every trial – affectionate affection. Admittedly, that hurt me. Despite the things he forced me to go through, he never made me feel cheap. Even in the beginning, when he was a more hardened bastard than this, he always tried to assuage my fears and anxieties when he was done – I'm afraid those days are over.Not since I told you I love you.Recalling that day in my head doesn't prompt me to wake up any faster, but I can't go back to sleep. Not only b

I sat back when he released his hand and our eyes met. He gives me another sad smile and then, for reasons I don't understand, Eric presses my face into Kid's lap. My butt lifts off the floor and Eric pushes the latch inside me with his pillow. Again, humiliatingly, the latch button moves. Beneath Kid's loincloth, something else moved. Eric, nervously, added, “I wonder how these two will respond to each other.” He moves his knee away from my butt, and I immediately back away, slamming my butt down. My flexed knees were extended as I lay on my back on the floor, unable to sit up due to my wrists being tied. "Well, looking at Kid's loincloth, I think he's pretty excited." Mr. B burst into laughter over the whispers of other guests. I closed my eyes, embarrassed, and waited for the pain in my nipples. The guests moved around us, and I closed my eyes even tighter, afraid to watch from this position. Suddenly, a warm, trembling hand slid up the nylon stockings right on the inside of my

My whole body was pulled up. Once again, the latch moves. A spasm ran through my 'little girl', making me gasp. My wrists were released, and I put my hand on Kid's loincloth. The blindfold is still in place. The heat on the upper half of his body spread to me. He smelled sweet, but unnatural, like someone had put some scent on him, I like Eric's smell better. I fumbled around with one hand to determine Kid's position. His knees protrude forward, his butt resting on his ankles. I ran my hand down his muscular arms and noticed that his wrists were tied behind his back. My fingers traced over his chest and then unhooked the clips from his nipples, tossing them away. Kid's exhalation moistens my face. So this is what I should do? Shows?!? I was scared to the extreme. I've only been through this twice, and only with Eric. Can't believe you'll let me do that - force me to. I can feel my lips trembling. I could feel the tears welling up in my throat, but then I thought about Eric and the