Page 67 of Depravity

“Tell me how much you want it, how much you can’t wait to taste it…”

He’s a bastard, he’s an absolute bastard.

“I want it,” I reply, “I want your cock so much. Please, let me taste it. I need to taste it…”

Is that enough, is that enough fucking humiliation now? Maybe I should have gone for the beating after all. At least I’d be able to look myself in the face afterwards.

I hear the sound of his zipper. It’s not relief I feel, far from it, but the silver lining is that I won’t have to say any more degrading words now.

He pulls his dick out, holds it right in front of my face and then he pulls it back, slapping me across the cheek with it. It doesn’t hurt exactly, but it’s not pleasant. He does it again, and again.

“I’m not sure you deserve my cock,” He mutters. “After that stunt, I’m not sure you’ve even earned it…”

I know what he wants, it’s so damned obvious. He thinks he’s being clever, thinks he’s playing me like I’m a fool.

I hate that I do it, but then, what choice do I have? The longer this goes on, the more humiliating this will be. I part my lips and stretch my tongue out, drawing it right across the tip of him like I’m desperate for every little bit. His precum hits my tongue. It tastes salty, but I know better than to grimace.

He slides himself in, pushes himself as far as he can, as if daring me to protest.

I can taste his sweat, I can tastehim.

He takes a handful of my hair and then he starts bucking his hips, fucking my face slowly at first.

“Fuck, Brynn” He whispers, “Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of this?”

I don’t know if those words are meant for me. They sound too soft, too human to be coming from my husband.

He’s big, I knew that but to have him in my mouth, down my throat? I start gagging, it’s hard not to. My tears stream, but he doesn’t relent. Part of me wonders if this is his plan. To kill me here, to have me literally suffocate on his cock.

He tightens his grip, thrusting more, setting a pace that is brutal.

“That’s it,” he groans. “That’s a good wife. I’ll humble you if I have to, I’ll break you if that’s what it takes. You’ll get so usedto my cock down your throat that you won’t be able to function properly without it.”

I narrow my eyes, but I can’t make any reply. I guess that’s a good thing though, because my backtalk is half the problem. If I could learn to shut my mouth, to be obedient… no, I won’t do that. I won’t be that. I refuse to become that creature.

As he starts thrusting harder and harder, it becomes more difficult to breathe.

He grips my hair, practically yanking it out as he becomes that angry beast I’m getting used to seeing now. “Did it turn you on?” He snarls, “Did you enjoy being in charge? Did it make you feel good to have all that power over me?”

Yeah, it did. We both know that, but not for the reasons he’s trying to pretend. It wasn’t some sick sexual game we were playing.

He growls again, raising his hand, slapping me hard again on my arse.

I don’t mean to scream, I don’t mean to jerk but the shock makes me do it. My teeth snag against his cock and he laughs, the bastard laughs.

“You don’t have the balls to do it,” He taunts. “You wouldn’t dare…”

And he’s right, we both know he’s right. As if I’d bite him.

He reaches down, grabbing that toy that’s still buried in my arse and he starts fucking away, fucking me mercilessly like he wants me to come.

“Little bitch,” He groans. “Little fucking bitch. I’ll teach you, I’ll fucking teach you.”

He buries it inside me so aggressively that I scream. And then he’s finally coming, finally growling out his release before he slaps me hard across the face again.

He left me there, tied up, suspended. I don’t know how I managed to sleep, but I guess my body got so weak that I didn’t have the energy to stay awake.

The next day he unties me, and watches as I literally fall off the thing and collapse in a heap, then he hog-ties me. My legs are bent over so my ankles and my wrists are bound up together. My arse, my pussy, all of the parts of me he enjoys the most are exposed.

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