“Good girl.” I step closer to her and grab her hip in my right hand, pulling her body to me and wrap my left arm around her back to fist the hair at the nape of her neck. It won’t hurt when I tug it. But it’ll give me the control I need to make this perfectly clear to her.
“You’re mine doll. When I want you, I’ll have you.” She knows the word to say to stop this. But she won’t. She wants this just as much as I do. The question is, just how fucking dirty does she want it? I smirk at her and pull her hair back so I can kiss her neck. I run my teeth along her neck and up her throat before squeezing her lush ass. Her breasts rise and fall with her shallow breathing.
I loosen my grip and take her lips with mine. Her plump lips are soft and mold to mine. She parts them and I take a moment to massage my tongue along hers. She moans into my mouth and that’s all I can take. I pull back and smack her ass. “Bedroom.”
She leads the way down the hall and up the stairs, quietly. Very quietly. I can tell when we get to her son’s room because she looks back at me with hard eyes and clenched fists and walks with slow deliberate steps. “Relax mama bear, we won’t wake him up.” I whisper in her ear and give her hips a squeeze. “I’ll just have to find something to put into that loud mouth of yours.” Her cheeks flush a beautiful red hue and her pace speeds up at my threat.
That thought turns her on. I smirk at her back as we near the last door on the right. I bite my lip and come up with a plan. Her panties. I’m definitely going to shove her panties in her mouth. That’s fucking happening.
Instead of opening the door, she hesitates and looks back down the hall. I give her ass a pat and open the door myself. At first I’m confused. This can’t be her room. It’s too dark, too masculine. I just can’t see my doll in here. But whatever I guess, if there’s a bed it’s good enough.
“Strip, now.” I don’t waste a fucking second and start unbuttoning my shirt and ripping off my clothes.
A robe and panties, that’s it. Fuck yes. The simple robe drops to the floor and pools around her feet. She looks anxiously at the bed.
“Uh uh, doll,” I admonish her. “Panties too. Then get up there and get on all fours for your punishment.”
Her mouth parts with a gasp, but she’s so fucking obedient even while she’s stunned by my words her thumbs hook into her panties and drops them to her feet. She steps out and climbs onto the bed. I groan as she lifts her milky white ass into the air. It’s firm, but I can tell a hard pounding will get it to jiggle. I stroke my dick, fuck yes. First I’ve got to spank that ass for her being so rude earlier.
I climb behind her and push her back down with my hand. She presses her cheek to the bed and looks back at me. Waiting for her next direction. She’s so fucking good. I loved her fight earlier. But her submission is even better. At least right now.
“Are you going to take your punishment like the good girl I know you are?” I’m so fucking condescending with this tone as I gently stroke and then squeeze her ass. She moans a yes into the pillow. She’s turned on and primed already. Her pretty, pink pussy lips are just barely seen through her thighs. “You wet for me?” I ask as I gently run my two fingers along her lips. My eyes nearly roll back in my head. “You’re fucking soaking.”
I squeeze her ass rather than spank it. Shit. I forgot about the kid. How the fuck am I going to spank her without making any noise. It’s not going to happen. Fuck.
“You know you were a bad girl today. Do you know why?” I bet she gets this wrong. I bet she says for fighting me. But that wasn’t bad at all. I fucking loved that.
“For kicking you out.” I’m fucking floored.
“That’s right doll.” I run my fingers down her back and leave a trail of feather light kisses down her spine.
“I’m sorry Dom. I’m ready for my punishment.” Fuck she’s so good. I line up my dick with her hot entrance and slam in. Not at all in punishment. Fuck that, this is all reward. I stay deep inside her, buried to the hilt and give her tight pussy a second to adjust to me. Her cervix wraps around the head of my dick and begs me to fucking pound into it as it squeezes me. It takes everything in me to stay still. Her face is hidden in the sheets as she muffles her scream.
“Quiet doll.” I grip her hips with both hands. I wanna be rough. I wanna fuck her raw and hard into the mattress. It won’t hurt her knees now like it would have earlier on the carpet. Although maybe my Becca would like to have the reminder of me pounding into her tight little pussy. I wrap her hair around my wrist all the way to the nape and pull her head to the side, my dick still deep inside her cunt. “Don’t make a fucking sound while I punish this pussy.” I hiss into her ear. She lets out a small whimper and closes her eyes. I grip her hair tighter. “Open your eyes and watch.”
There’s a dresser to our left with a big fucking mirror attached. She can watch as I destroy her tight little cunt. My other hand targets her throbbing clit. I smack it a few times and watch as she opens her mouth in a silent scream. Her eyes watch me in the mirror. I lean down and whisper in her ear with one more smack against her clit. “Watch me own this pussy.”
With that I pull back and slam into her. Her body jolts forward, her heavy breasts sway with the harsh movement. But I don’t stop. I push in harder making her back arch. Her fingers dig into the sheets and she closes her eyes and bites down on the mattress. Nope. That’s not watching. As if hearing my thought, she quickly opens her eyes and stares transfixed on the image of us in the mirror.
I dig my fingers into her flesh and rut into her heat. She’s drenched in arousal, making the movements fluid and easy. The smacking sound of me punishing her pussy fill the room and fuel my need. I grunt hitting the wall of her cervix each time. Her body trembles and a look of pain crosses her face. I know she’s got to be on edge, a mix of pain and pleasure. The intensity heightening her need to cum. It’ll make it that much better when she does. She takes it though, she takes every blow.
I keep up my steady pace and reach forward to grab her breast. My fingers squeeze and pull her nipple. I slowly twist her hardened peak, feeling her pussy clamp down my dick. Fuck yeah, I know she fucking loves that. She thrashes and fights her need to pull away while also needing to push back for more. I fucking love that this is torturing her. Her eyes never leave the mirror though. I switch hands, still slamming into her welcoming heat and twist and pull her other nipple. A small squeak escapes her lips and she bites down on her arm in response. She’s trying so hard to listen. To take me fucking her while being quiet and watching. Her pussy tightens as a cold sweat breaks out along my body. I’m going to cum any minute and so is she.
“You don’t cum till I tell you to.” I snarl. She whimpers and shakes her head. “Don’t you fucking dare.” Her body heats and shakes beneath me. Needing its release. She struggling to hold on and obey. I make it even harder. I reach around her hips and run my fingers along the side of her clit. I need to get them nice and wet with her juices. She bites her lips and barely keeps her half hooded eyes focused on the mirror.
“I can’t.” Her voice cracks as she moans her words. I feel her tightening around me. She better fucking not. I gather her juices on my finger and move to her puckered hole.
“Yes you can. And you will doll; you won’t disappoint me.” Her eyes flash from the mirror to mine. “Eyes back on the mirror.” Her eyes go back to the mirror. She’s so fucking good. I speed up and love how she has to hold in her scream, how her body fights for pleasure, but she’s denying it, waiting for me to allow it. I push my finger against her asshole and slam into her cunt. “Cum, Becca. Cum for me.” I slam in again and push my finger against her forbidden opening, waiting for her to cum. Waiting for it to relax so I can slip it in. I slam into her once, twice, three more times and then she does it. Her mouth hangs open in ecstasy as her body shudders and heats with waves of intense pleasure.
My finger slips in and I press against the front wall and rub that sensitive bundle of nerves. She goes off like a fucking fire cracker. The mos
t delightful noises I ever heard are ripped from her throat as pleasure rocks through her body. Sweat forms on my brow as I fight the need to cum. But I’m not blowing my load yet. I twist my finger and fuck in and out of her ass as she relaxes around me, aftershocks rocking through her limbs.
I slowly pull out of her, both my finger and my dick. I’m so hard it hurts. I need to cum. Her eyes are closed and she’s slumped on the bed. Her cheeks and chest flushed. She so relaxed. I smile looking down on her. That’s a good thing, because she’s gonna need to be relaxed for me to fit my dick in this tight little hole.
“Eyes on the mirror doll. I kiss the small of her back and gently press my dick at her tight rosebud. I give her a moment before really pushing into her. She knows what to say if she doesn’t want this. Her eyes spring open and her hands grip the sheets as she realizes what’s about to happen. Her entire body tenses. I pet her lower back. “Relax doll. Push back and relax.” She nervously bites her bottom lip and watches with a mix of nervousness and desire flashing in her eyes. More than anything excitement is written on her face.
She’s so tight. I push my head a little deeper and try to sink in, but she’s so fucking tight. I know I must be the only one to have her like this. Pride makes my chest swell thinking I’ll be her first. I’m going to take her like this. “Your husband never fucked you like this did he?” I don’t need her to answer, but I still want to hear it. I want to hear I’m her first.
Her back arches and twists and her body pulls away from me.
I hadn’t even gotten the head in, but maybe I was rushing it. I pull her hips back and she resists me slightly. “You’re giving me this ass doll.” I pull her hips to mine and watch as she buries her face in the covers. It doesn’t seem right. Something’s off. I don’t like it. Fuck it; I’ll have to wait for her ass. That’s fine. I got in a finger today and I know she loved that shit. She just needs to work up to it. My fingers run along her pussy lips before dipping in. “Your greedy cunt wants more doll?” I fuck my fingers in and out of her swollen, sore pussy, making sure to hit that front wall and stroke her g-spot.
I don’t get the reaction I expect. There’s no moan, her eyes aren’t on the mirror and she pulls away from me. I still and my chest tightens. Fuck, she’s hurt. What the fuck happened?
I gently place my hands on her hips and try to pull her towards me lightly, but she doesn’t budge. My heart clenches and adrenaline pumps through my veins. Anxiety floods my system. She didn’t safe word. I know she didn’t. I would’ve heard her. “What’s wrong doll?” I keep my voice calm and even, but I’m freaking the fuck out. I don’t like to see women cry. Sure as fuck not because of me.
“I hate you.” Her breathy words barely register as she lifts her head from the sheets. Her eyes are red rimmed and glassy from tears. Her chest spasms as she takes in a shuddered breath. She may as well have punched me in the gut. What the fuck happened?
“I hurt you?” I just don’t see how. I don’t know what I did. “I didn’t mean to hurt-”
“Get out!” She screams with tears leaking from the corner of her eyes and then covers her mouth with her hand. She winces as her son lets out a wail from down the hall.
I don’t know what the fuck happened. I open my mouth to protest, but she moves past me to get off the bed and immediately puts on her robe. She leaves the room without taking a look back.
She hates me? Did it really hurt that bad? It couldn’t have. I didn’t even get my head in. I slowly climb off the bed as I walk myself through everything that happened. She was loving it.
Your husband never fucked you like this did he? I close my eyes and let my head fall back. Fuck! I groan out loud and grab my shirt off the floor. Fuck! How could I be so fucking stupid! I lean my forehead against the wall and close my eyes. I’m such a fucking asshole. She’s not some bitch, looking for a night of fun and running around on her husband. She’s a widow for fuck sake.
I bend down to put my underwear on, trying to think of a way out of this shit. I need to back peddle fast. As I reach for my pants I catch a glimpse under the bed. I sink to the floor and cover my face with my hands. There are boxes under the bed with his name on it. I look on the dresser and see pictures of them. A cute fucking family photograph.
I feel like such a prick. He just fucking died. I shake my head and scowl. She doesn’t need this. She doesn’t need some prick bossing her around and using her like I am. I swallow the lump growing in my throat and pull my pants up. I need to get the fuck out of here.
She deserves better than this. Better than me.
I huff a humorless laugh and push my emotions down. She’s too good for me anyway. And I have no place in my life for her. I start to open her bedroom door, but I can hear her humming a lullaby to her little boy. My heart clenches and tears prick at my eyes. I don’t fucking cry. She said she hates me. Told me to get the fuck out. That’s fine I can do that for her.
I take a peek down the hall. The door is only cracked. I clench my fists and walk silently past the door and keep going. I don’t look back or even wince when the floor boards squeak on the stairs. I don’t stop moving until I’m at the front door. I hesitate, but only for enough time to hear her words over again.
She hates me.
I take one last look at the house before opening my car door. Her picture perfect home that I forced myself into and I climb in my car and leave her behind.
It’s only after I’m half way home that I realize I forgot my tie. At least she’ll have a piece of me to hold onto. Sadness overwhelms me.
I’m sure she’ll just throw it the fuck out. I would.
Becca
I wake up to the sound of Jax squealing into the monitor. My hands fly to my eyes to rub the tiredness away. They’re so sore. It hasn’t been that long since I’ve cried myself to sleep. Divorce and death will do that to even the strongest women. So I’m not ashamed of that.
But I am filled with shame.
I roll over onto my back and stretch my sore body. My pussy hurts from last night. Evidence of what happened. I let it happen. I wanted it to happen. My throat closes and my chest hollows. I can’t cry over this. I don’t even want to believe it happened. I wish I could just forget him.
What’s even worse though, is how sad I was when I heard him leave last night. It fucking hurt, listening to him sneaking out and hearing the door close. I held Jax longer than I needed too. Long after he’d fallen asleep in my arms. I just couldn’t let him go.
As if on cue, he screams, “Mommy!” and my room fills with his little voice. The hint of a smile graces my lips and I climb out of bed. Time to get ready. I way over slept. But it’s Monday, no weekend rush. I can get him ready and off to preschool before heading in. Sarah will pick him up and I’ll make spaghetti. Jax’s favorite. I shake my hands of this numbing anxiety racing through my body.
It’s over. I ended it. My heart pains as it twists into an unforgiving knot in my chest. It shouldn’t hurt this much to do the right thing.
Why does it hurt so much? I’m so tired of being in pain.
I hate Mondays. There’s always so much shit that needs to be done. I need to make sure everything is correct with inventory first. I’ve got to order everything by two to make sure I have it all by Friday lunch time. I breathe in deep. I have my check list on the lap top. I’m supposed to interview managers and another assistant manager. But I don’t have the time.
I know I should make the time because it would really lighten my load to have the help, but there’s just so much to do. And I really try so damn hard to be home by five, six at the latest, so I can be there for Jax. Of course I have to go back to work using my lap top as soon as he’s asleep. But as long as I’m there for him when he’s done with preschool and at his soccer practice, that’s what matters.
I can’t miss this time with him. Babies don’t keep.
I park my car in my spot. The same spot I park in every fucking day for the past four years and a heavy sigh leaves me. I really
wish I could take a break. I wish I didn’t have to run myself ragged every damn day. I could sell out. I could take the money and try to invest it so it would last for us. But fucking Rick got us into so much debt, digging his way out of financial ruin. And then all the lawyer’s fee. And then of course when he died I had to pay his lawyers that tried to take Jax away from me. That bill fucking hurt like hell to pay. I take the key from the ignition. I can’t stop now. Just one day at a time will get me through. And at least I still have my little man. I’ll be strong for him.
Grabbing my shoulder bag with my lap top in it and my purse, I swing both over my shoulder and get out of the car. I click the alarm and turn towards the restaurant.
A scream tears through my throat as a large hand, concealed in a black leather glove covers my mouth and a large body wraps around my frame. No! I scream and flail my arms. No! This can’t be happening. For a moment, I think it may be Dom. But this isn’t him. I know it’s not him. Tears sting my eyes as my throat burns with a shrilling scream. I stumble forward, as the man pushes his chest into me and crushes his heavy weight against my body, pinning me to the rough brick. My head bashes against it and my cheek scrapes it.
The stinging cuts hardly register as he twists my arm. The pain shoots up my shoulder. The black sleeve of the man’s sweater slips up his arm and reveals a dark, detailed tattoo of a green dragon wrapped around a red shield. Another man comes out in front of me with a rag. I struggle in the man’s hold, trying like hell to get away.
But it’s no use.
The rag covers my face and I try not to breathe.
I hold my breath for as long as I can, but I can’t. I inhale the chloroform into my lungs.
The last thing that goes through my mind as the darkness takes over is, Dom. I wish he were here to save me.
My head feels so heavy. So groggy. My vision swirls and my chin touches my chest. I groan and lean my head back. “Agh!” That was a mistake. My temples pulse with pain. I try to move my aching shoulders and then I remember. I struggle against the abrasive rope digging into my arms, wrists, thighs and ankles.
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