“Taste yourself. Suck my fingers clean.” I shove my fingers into her mouth, and she sucks on my fingers hard. My dick grows harder, stiff as a board.
As I slide my dick inside of her, she whimpers and sighs. Her pussy tightens around my cock and her juices slide down my balls. I close my eyes and she feels like heaven.
I thrust inside of her as she screams my name. She moves her knees, trying to run from me, but I continue to pound into her despite her protest. The more she moves, the more her wet pussy contracts and the harder I fuck her. I reach around and rub my fingers on her clit, then she pushes her pussy up on my dick as if she wants more. Several moments later, she comes, squeezing the life out of my dick. Then I chase my own orgasm and the tip tingles, and I shoot my load in her pussy.
I let her go and she collapsed on the bed. Light blood coats my dick, smearing across her pussy lips.
Tears wet her eyes and they fall. For once in my entire existence, I feel like shit. This is my wife for fuck sakes, and I forced myself on her. I should get a thrill on hurting her, but I don’t. I’ve never forced a woman to have sex with me.
But I don’t apologize, and I don’t soothe her. She’s my enemy, she has to deal with the consequences of her actions.
“I’m ready to go, sir.”
I nod, this time I don’t give her hell for trying to take charge. As we make it through the sea of people, a guy grabs at Roselyn and he smacks her ass and she yelps.
“You don’t fucking touch my wife,” I say, sliding brass knuckles on my hand, from my pockets.
“What the fuck you are going to do about it?” He pushes my shoulders and I stumble back. He’s the same height as me and I’m six foot five. He’s twice my size and I know I can take him. Big men like him move slow as hell.
He winks at her and Roselyn blushes, hiding behind me. My brass knuckles connect with his face. He staggers back as I continue to punch him. The bone shatters in his jaw and his face coats with blood.
Roselyn screams at the top of her lungs. “Stop, Devious!! Please, Stop! You’re going to kill him!”
“That’s the whole idea,” I say, and she digs her nails into my forearm. Security stroll in our direction.
“Is everything alright, Mr. Cayden?” One of them asks.
“Yes. This low life touched my wife.”
“We’ll handle him, sir.” They each grab the guy by the arm and drag him in a different direction.
Once we’re in the car, Roselyn straps her seatbelt on her tiny body. “You didn’t have to beat the guy up.”
“He disrespected you and touched my property.”
She leans on the back of the seat, looking out the window.
“You can stop referring to me as your property. I’m a human being. I have feelings,” she exhales. Fuck, this woman doesn’t don’t know how to shut up and obey.
I chuckle. “You don’t take me seriously when I say you’re mine.”
I place my hands on her thigh squeezing tight and she whimpers.
“Devious, p-please don’t hurt me,” she stammers.
“Behave and I won’t have to.” I rest my hand back on the steering wheel.
“I want you to treat me with respect.”
“Respect is earned and not giving, Nymph. Learn that, and your life will be better.”
Roselyn
AS A REWARD FOR MY behavior at the club, Devious takes me to the beach. My bare pussy hurts as it rubs against the thick cloth of my pink bikini. After Devious took my virginity, I was upset with him. The shame and guilt eats at me for enjoying my enemy’s cock, for bowing down to him, for giving in to my flesh. I know it’s not my fault. Once again, Devious took another piece of me. He can have my body, but he’ll never take my soul. Maybe, if he uses me as his whore then I’ll get him to trust me so I can escape him. After he bathed me last night, he took me back to my cell, but I expected it. Devious isn’t the type to be swayed by sex.
The driver parks the car in the tiny parking lot and Devious grabs a colorful beach towel and a small cooler.
I stare at the calm sea. The moon is bright and gigantic, reflecting off the black water. It feels as if we’re in some sort of globe. I’ve never been to the beach and it’s nothing like I’ve imagined. Growing up my parents weren’t big on famiglia outings. Most of my life, my parents kept me locked up in the penthouse.
Soft, golden, sand dusts the inside of my pink flip flops as we stroll near the water.
When he finds a spot, he wants to sit, Devious sets our towel down on the soft ground, and we sit on the towel. He places the cooler next to him, grabs a beer bottle, pops the cap.
“Why are we here at night?” I glance at him, and the moonlight outlines his sharp jaw. Nervousness eats up every cell in my body. I trail my fingers around the diamond on my collar. I need to get inside of his head. Most men are driven by their dick, but not Devious. He thinks with his head. If I can get inside of his head and earn his trust, then he’ll let me have freedom. Freedom is something crave, and I can taste it on my lips.
He takes a sip of his beer before answering, “It’s away from people. I hate people.”
“Why?”
“They destroy everything around them. The land. The air. Other people. We’re the selfish creatures on the planet.” Devious twitches his elegant mouth as he peels the label
