Page 38 of Depravity

“This is your fault.” I hiss into her ear. “You’re the one making me do this. Making me hurt you.”

She spits back words that are muffled, incomprehensible.

“You want to go home.” I repeat, “You want to run back to your family. Well, I am your family now, I am everything.” I slam into her, emphasising each of those words. I am her entire world and the sooner she accepts that, the better it’ll be for both of us.

“You’re hurting me.” She screams, like I’m not doing it on purpose.

“You deserve this.” I reply, wrapping a hand around her hair, tightening my grip enough to ensure she feels every bit of the pressure. “You deserve this pain, Brynn. You deserve everything you get.”

The little bitch is still fighting, still resisting.

I pull her head back, and then push her face hard into the duvet, lowering my mouth so that it’s right in line with her ear.

“I’m going to keep doing this, keep hurting you until you accept this, until your belly is fat with my child and you’re eager to please.”

I thrust into her, that thought spurring me on. Of her pregnant, her body swollen and ripe. Christ, she’ll look so perfect, so fucking beautiful. I groan out, imagining the feel of her soft skin, the plumpness of her breasts. I’ll have to be careful with her then; I won’t be able to fuck her nearly as hard for fear of hurting my child. Perhaps she can ride me, she can climb onto my cock and bounce merrily while I cradle that life growing inside her.

Yeah, she’ll be obedient then. She’ll be a good little wife. Once she’s pregnant, then she’ll give in. Once she’s pregnant, then all this pathetic rebellion will cease.

She whimpers again and I push myself into her one final time before letting my release take over me.

My dick jerks, my body shudders and all I can think about is my seed inside her, seeking out the most precious of targets.

I slump forward engulfing her body. She smells so sweet, so floral, as though she were an innocent flower and not a disobedient little bitch. For a moment I lay there, breathing her in, devouring that scent as if I could devour her soul.

And then I get to my feet, staring down at where she’s still laying. She won’t win me over with her sweetness. Afterall, whatis the saying? Spare the rod, spoil the child? That’s exactly the case with my wife. I spare her any lessons, and all it will do is spoil her further.

“Get up.”

She doesn’t move. She just curls up more, sniffing into the covers.

“Get up now, and accept the rest of your punishment like a good girl, or I can drag you to Oblivion and let every man there have a turn."

Her eyes widen in horror, and I can see the fear in them. Good. She should be afraid, Oblivion is no place for a girl like her. She's too soft, too innocent. She wouldn't last a fucking day.

Not that I intend to hand her over. No, I’d sooner put a bullet in her skull than ever let another man touch her, but my sweet little wife doesn’t know that.

"What's your choice, Brynn?" I ask, my voice deceptively calm. "Are you going to be a good girl for me, or am I going to have to teach you another lesson the hard way?"

She swallows hard, and I can see the struggle in her eyes. She wants to defy me, to fight me, but she's not stupid. She knows what awaits her at Oblivion.

"I'll b-b-be good," she stutters in a broken whisper, and it's like music to my ears.

"Prove it." I taunt as I sit down on the edge of the bed and pat my lap. "Come here."

She hesitates for a moment, and I raise an eyebrow. "Do you need me to drag you over here, Brynn? Because I fucking will."

She shakes her head and slowly moves towards me. Her hands are shaking as she places them on my thighs, and I can feel the heat of her skin through my pants.

"You tried to run," I say, running a hand over her beautiful ass. "You need to understand that there are consequences for your actions."

She nods, and I can see the tears welling up in her eyes again. Good. Let her cry. Let her learn.

"I'm going to spank you now," I say, and she tenses. "Ten times. You're going to count each one, and you're going to thank your husband for teaching you this lesson."

She whimpers, but she doesn't fight me as I guide her down over my lap. Her ass is perfect, round and firm, and I can't wait to see it turn red under my hand.

"Count, Brynn," I say, bringing my hand down hard on her left cheek. I want her to feel every moment of this. I want her to feel what the consequences of her behaviour are for days.

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