The smile on Matt's face met his eyes, but that didn't make it appear genuine. It was a warning. I had better not act out of line. After all, today was when guests arrived for tomorrow's wedding of his elitist cousin. It was the first time I'd met the man who must have only been mid thirties and was a wealthy lobbyist.
His soon to be wife was just as well behaved as Mandy had been. I found it despicable how they were so controlled to the point they were probably happy.
"Why aren't you smiling? Guests are about to arrive." Matt's tight grip on my arm felt bruising as he led me through the foyer.
I flashed a fake smile, pretending to touch his cheek affectionately. "It's hard to smile knowing you will find some whore and let anyone coming do anything they want to me." I hadn't forgiven him for leaving me to Igor's abuses, I wouldn't. It was hard enough knowing I would probably see the slimy man.
The man seethed. "I've been too lenient with you." He gripped me by the back of my neck and walked me to a large banquet table. "Get on that fucking table."
I couldn't obey. All I could think was how he was about to throw me onto a table the way Igor had. I fought against him, but his grip tightened painfully. Once he'd thrown me face forward against the table, I heard the metal jangle of his belt.
I attempted to claw my way over the table. He all but ripped the dress raising it. The belt rained down on me. The pop reverberated, adding to the horrified cry of pain. I clawed my way up the table, only for his elbow to land on my back to still me so he could place the belt in my mouth and cinch it tight.
"You're not going to make that accusation against me again, understand?" He started slapping my backside with his hand. Every single hit more painful than the last.
By the time he stopped, so many tears had flowed down, they wetted my lips and the leather. But he wasn't done, his cock came next in full force.
"You want to drain my cock to know I have no desire to leave you?" He removed the belt from my mouth. "so your jealousy doesn't get the better of you?"
I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of a response. His rage only built and he flipped me over. Both of my hands he held next to my shoulders. It was as though Igor was on me again. Whatever fight I had wavered. I couldn't even look at him. He had the nerve to lean down to kiss me as his seed coated my cervix.
When it was over, he acted as though he'd done nothing wrong. But the worst thing was the way he reached down to stroke my nub as he rocked his hips.
"Look at me sweetheart." The way he called me that was more sickening than usual. He tilted my head so I would look at him, but I only looked past him. "I'm not going to stop until you're satisfied."
I shook my head in refusal of the humiliation, but just like everything else, he controlled my cowardly body that submitted to the steady friction. I didn't want the orgasm that came, but he continued his motions in response to how I moved.
"Good girl, cum for me."
My entire body jolted as it obeyed, clamping down on his throbbing dick. He kissed me, as though he hadn't just humiliated and hurt me.
After fastening his trousers, he stood upright. "Come on, we need to change your dress."
He wanted someone mindless and broken, someone who immediately forgave such action when his mood softened.
I didn't do anything in response to the order.
He sighed. "Stop pouting. This is what happens when you disrespect me. Get used to who you are going to be to me."
When I finally did get up, I struggled to keep balance. Everything hurt so much more than I expected it would. Then we were on our way to his room.
He ordered me to wash my face and put on a new dress. But i only sat in the bathroom, staring at nothing in particular. When he did return, he hissed at my appearance and had a servant come in to do my makeup and dress me.
It was the first time the Asian woman spoke to me. "He loves you."
Her claim made me laugh. Even if only for sarcasm's sake.
"Your stepfather was into bad dealings and in debt. Matt learned you would be traded to Igor and had his father pay for you to be his wife."
But what did any of these lies matter anyway. She was supposed to say what they wanted her to. "He made me believe he was a good person the night we met. But he's just as horrible as the worst of them."
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Dinner felt strange. About twenty people had come. One of which was Igor, who watched me from across the room where he sat with Ben. They were in conversation, and i worried it had to do with me being sold.
Matt's hand rested on my thigh. The hair on my neck rose when he leaned close. "Smile."
"You should have let Igor have me if this was how it would be." I subconsciously rubbed my wrist.
He lifted my hand to study my bruised wrist. "I didn't mean to hurt you, sweetheart."
After dinner ended and people headed to conversations elsewhere, Igor proudly strolled over, the balding man had me clinging to Matt, which I detested myself for doing. At Igor's feet was Mandy, whom he'd proudly shown off the nude slave over the evening.
