Page 17 of Cruel Love
Before I could comprehend what was happening, he yanked the bedcover off me and grabbed my ankles, pulling me down the bed, and only stopping just as I was about to fall off.With his bare hands, he ripped open my nightshirt, exposing mynaked body. In my state of panic, I flailed around to try and sit up, but I wasn’t quick enough.
His hand curled around my throat, squeezing hard enough to pressthe metal of the collar into my flesh, and restricting my airway as he hovered over me. My eyes bulged as my hands flew to his to try and prise his fingers off my throat, pure fear tearing through me.
Of course, James was too strong, and my attempt to remove his handonly seemed to make him madder.
“Tell me, Mouse. Why did I wake up this morning with an aching cockand no wife in my bedroom to fuck?”he hissed venomously, his eyes hard.
I racked my brain, trying to remember if at some point last night he’dtold me I was to be in his bedroom for when he awoke. I was usually so good at remembering orders out of fear of punishment if I got them wrong, but with the way my lungs were burning, I couldn’t think straight.
Throughout the night, I’d replayed the orders James gave me atdinner to make sure I didn’t mess up, but I couldn’t recall him telling me that I had to be in his room in the morning.
I opened my mouth to reply, but he was squeezing too hard for anywords to be able to escape.
“It was only when I started fucking my hand that I remembered youwere down the hallway. From now on, you’ll come to my room every morning at 6 am so I can fuck you. Understand?”he said maliciously, pressing his hard length against my bare center.
I nodded my head, terror hitting me like a lightning bolt. When he letgo of my throat, I sucked in a breath, relieved to get air into my chest.
My relief was short-lived.
James grabbed my hips and flipped me onto my stomachbefore pulling my ass back so I had to go up onto all fours. With one thrust, he was inside me, not giving me any time to prepare.
Pain shot through me. It wasn’t as intense as the first time Jamesentered me, but it was enough for me to drop to my elbows and bury my head in the mattress to smother the scream that wanted to escape.
“Fuck, Mouse. Why the fuck does your cunt feel so damn good?”hemumbled as if he was talking to himself, his grip on my hips increasing as he began to pound in and out of me.
I squeezed my eyes closed and tried to block out his grunts, but thepain was too much. As his pace increased, my breasts began to sway, and my fingers ached from where I was gripping the bed sheets so tightly.
Suddenly, James let go of one of my hips and reached forward,wrapping a hand around my throat. He pulled me up onto my knees, my back resting against his chest, and making his length drive deeper into me.
With his hand still wrapped around my throat, James slowed hispace.
“Such a good fucking whore taking my cock, aren’t you, Mouse?”hehissed in my ear, once again squeezing my throat and constricting my windpipe.“You know what, Willow? All fucking night I spent telling myself that as soon as you’re carrying my child, I won’t have to fuck you again. But this cunt,”he paused to slide out before thrusting back inside me, hard.“It’s too damn perfect to not fuck every.”Thrust.“Damn.”Thrust.“Day.”
His mouth landed on my bare shoulder and his teeth sank into myskin. The pain that blossomed from his bite caused my head to fall back onto his shoulder, a moan desperate to escape me.
James let out a dark chuckle that sent a shiver down my spine, andwith a final thrust, he groaned as warmth filled me between my legs.Instead of pulling out of me though, he held me captive againsthis solid body, his grip on my throat tightening as his hot breath hit the sensitive skin he’d just bitten.
“Don’t worry, Mouse. I’m going away for a few days so your cunt willhave time to heal. But when I’m back, I’m going to bury myself in your pussy as often as I damn well please,”he said, pulling out of me and shoving me forward. I managed to brace myself on my arms before my face hit the mattress.
But James wasn’t finished yet. His fingers brushed between my legs,swiping up his come that had leaked from me when he pulled out, before shoving them deep inside me.“You’re not to wash until tonight. I want my come to stay in you for the rest of the day.”
He slapped my ass, the sting of his palm adding to the pain alreadyrushing through my body, and with that, he once again left me alone.
James visited me once more before he left, telling me that while hewas away, I wasn’t to leave my room before throwing a few books down onto the table.
Of course, he also used the opportunity to fuck me one final timebefore he departed, yet again demanding that I wasn’t to wash his come out of me until later that evening.
Stupidly thinking James had left me some interesting books to keepme occupied, my heart sank to discover the books were a variety of adult sex books with instructions on how to give the perfect blow job, along with different sex positions. I pushed them to the back of the table, and for the rest of the day, Irefused to acknowledge their existence.
Edith visited my room a short while after James had departed,presenting me with the clothes I was permitted to wear for the day - a plain white vest, and jeans - and a tray of breakfast items.
She waited in my room while I ate, and although she didn’t say aword, I had a feeling that she would be reporting back to James how much of my breakfast I’d eaten. It was out of fear that I’d be punished for not eating that I ate every last morsel of breakfast even though I was full after only a few mouthfuls.
Edith visited me twice more throughout the day, bringing lunch, andthen dinner. Both times, she watched me eat, and both times, I forced food down my throat, knowing that I would be sick from the amount I was eating.As soon as she left my room after I’d eaten an entirecarbonara, I bolted to the bathroom and expelled the contents of my stomach.
When night came, I fell into a deep sleep, but my dreams wereplagued with nightmares of a monster coming for me, and my stomach swelling as a devil baby grew inside me.
The next two days passed the same way, but I did at leastmanage to not throw up my meals. With James gone, my head was a little clearer, and as I lay on the bed staring up at the ceiling, I managed to put my chaotic thoughts in some sort of order.
