Page 53 of Uprising

He slides my underwear off, tossing it to where my top is.

And then he grips my jaw. “I got you something.” He says.

My eyes open. I look at him and then at the object in his hand.

I think my words fail me. All I can think is ‘fuck’.

“You won’t come for me.” He says planting a knee between my thighs, stopping them from shutting. “So I had a little think about how to rectify that.”

I gulp staring at the vibrator in his hand. I don’twantto come for him. That’s the point.

He leans over, pouring enough lube across my vagina that I could swim in it. I screw my face up but as always there’s nothing I can do.

He turns it on, his eyes glinting more as it starts to buzz.

“Let’s see how long you can resist this?” He murmurs.

I shake my head. I know it will work. I know he’s going to beat me in this and for once I just want one small part of me, one minuscule bit of what makes memekept to myself. I don’t want him to take this from me.

To take the last of my pleasure. To steal that too.

“Darius.” I plead.

He leans in, placing a hand right by my head to hold himself right above me. “Beg me to make you come.”

“That’s not what I want.” I say back.

He lets out a chuckle, running the damned thing between my lips and I jerk like I’ve been shocked. “It feels good doesn’t it?”

I shake my head more violently.

He does it again, pressing harder this time. “Admit it Rose, admit that you like it.”

“I don’t. I don’t want you. I hate you.”

He grabs my throat, pushing the toy right against my clit at the same time. “We’ll see how you feel when you’re gasping my name.”

I shut my eyes but the pulsing is so strong. My body is throbbing as my blood seems to flush to where it’s being stimulated. I don’t even remember the last time I did come. No, I do, it was with Roman, on his mouth, on that morning before everything went south, when we thought we’d have a lifetime of this, a lifetime of each other.

Roman is gone. I’ll never feel his touch, his love again.

I whimper as he steals that memory too. As he tarnishes it.

He starts circling, tiny little movements that feel so horrifically good.

“There’s a good girl.” He says repeating the words Roman said to me so many months ago, when he too was forcing himself on me, only I wanted him, I wanted him so much.

And I don’t want this.

“Please Darius, please don’t…”

He snarls, rubbing it up and down, stimulating my clit in a way I know is making my body scream for more.

“I want to watch you come.” He says like I give a shit what he wants. “You’re my wife and you’re going to give me this.”

I grip the sheets, I physically try to do everything I can to tell my body to stop this.

“Stop fighting me.” He says. “Stop fighting and just enjoy it.”

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