“I already wish I was never born.”
I roll my eyes. “So melodramatic over a bit of rough sex.”
She glares at me hatefully. “You took my virginity like a fucking animal with no care for my consent in the matter.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “You consented the moment you said I do in the church.”
Her eyes widen. “You mean when I said I do with a gun pressed to the back of my skull?”
I shrug. “Semantics.”
She grunts in frustration, throwing her hands up over her head. “You’re infuriating and clearly insane.”
I ignore her little tantrum. “Do you understand the rules?”
She grinds her teeth, shaking her head. “I understand them, but it doesn’t mean I like them.”
I move toward her then, and she stiffens. Once I’m by the side of her, I grab a fistful of her hair and drag her toward me. “I didn’t ask if you like them. Will you do as you are told tonight?”
There’s fear in her dark eyes as she stares up at me, flooding my body with that same satisfying sensation of utter dominance over her. “And if I don’t?” she asks, her voice so quiet I’m not sure she wanted me to hear.
“I can do far worse to you than what I did the other night, Eliza. Trust me.”
She shudders, shaking her head. “You’re the last man on this earth I’d ever trust.”
“That’s wise.” I yank her hair more, forcing her neck to crane unnaturally. “You’ll behave tonight or you won’t like the consequences. Nod if you understand.”
She nods despite the fact I’m holding her head at such an odd angle.
“Good.” I release her hair and she scrambles away from me like a scared little mouse running from a cat. “Be washed and dressed by seven o’clock sharp. Mariana will bring the dress you should wear.” I don’t look back at her, shifting my pants, which have grown uncomfortable in her presence. An unwanted reaction that I didn’t expect to have around her. And I leave without another word, slamming the door shut and turning the key in the lock outside.
I clench my jaw, resting my back against the door. Desire has never been an affliction I was burdened with, and yet my cock is as hard as stone. I wanted to fuck her like a savage animal with the sole instinct in life to mate.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, turning toward my room and heading there.
It’s midday and I know that I won’t get any work done if I don’t work out my frustrations. Ever since I took Eliza’s innocence, this primal need to take matters into my own hands has afflicted me.
I could have visited my wife each time the need struck, but I fear that if I’m already this fucking horny, she’ll become a habit I can’t kick. I walk into my bedroom and free my straining cock from my pants, sighing the moment I wrap my hand around it and tug it up and down.
This is what I need. My eyes fall shut and I hate that the first image I see is my wife’s angelic face, glaring at me with that cock-stirring hatred. It’s impossible to wipe her from my mind as I imagine her totally naked, bouncing up and down on my cock like the dirty little slut I know she’s hiding inside of her.
Granted, I don’t expect her to show that side of herself to me. At least not willingly after what I’ve done to her.
I tighten my fist around my cock and move it faster, picturing her perfect breasts free and bouncing along with her hips. Those hard nipples pointing at me and begging to be sucked. A shudder races down my spine as I imagine allowing her to put her hands on my chest as she fucks herself harder, chasing her own orgasm as her face twists with pleasure.
“Fuck, baby girl,” I breathe.
The idea of another person’s hands on me normally makes me feel sick, but with Eliza, the idea only makes me harder and more desperate for release.
In the end, Eliza will bend to my will and break for me. All women, no matter how resistant at the start, have a breaking point. Finding that breaking point has always been a forte of mine that I intend to use on Eliza. Although I’ve touched on the kink briefly with her, I love it when a woman calls me daddy while we fuck.
It’s not that I wish to take care of them or that I’m a Daddy Dom, but that I like the kinky, dirty aspect of the word. The thought of Eliza screaming daddy while I fuck her over the edge is all it takes to bring my release.
I grind my teeth together as an animalistic growl rattles through my chest. My balls draw up and I shoot my cum across the hardwood floor, making a mess. I fist myself long after I’ve spent every drop, groaning as the pleasure continues to spike through me.
It takes me a good minute to recover and regain control of myself. I push my softening cock back into my pants and walk into the bathroom to get some tissues to clean up the cum off my floor.
I return and crouch down, shamefully wiping the evidence of my desire away. A twisting sensation claws at my gut, as I’m rarely this worked up. It’s out of character and I don’t like it.