"You fucking whore!"
That was all I heard before I started hearing the beginning of the destruction. I slowly opened my eyes and lifted my head from my pillow. I had been having such a nice dream, but not anymore. Reality just became very bleak.
"You fucking whore! Why do you do this shit to me? I thought you were never speaking to him again? Then I wake up this morning and hear your phone going crazy. Guess who it is texting you again? You fucking whore!"
He was still screaming. I was still in a daze. I could see he had my phone. I knew I had locked it, but when is that ever a guarantee? So here we go. I had fucked up and now I would be paying for it. I hoped he wouldn't leave me, just punish me somehow. I really do love him. He makes me feel complete and whole. I just have strange urges and attractions to people I shouldn't.
My phone went zipping past my head. He had thrown it at me. It made a strange cracking noise, and I saw it break into about six different pieces. Well there's another hundred dollars out the window. Not to mention another hole in the wall to repair.
"I am sorry. Please stop." Was all I managed to squeak out.
He grabbed my shoulders then. I started crying. I couldn't even look at him. I was so ashamed. How had I let myself hurt him? My big honey brown eyes welled up with more tears. I was shaking all over. He was still yelling and shaking me.
"You are such a fucking cunt. I don't even know why I married you sometimes. How can you even sleep in the same bed with me after talking to him? You are nothing but a stupid, slutty whore!" He was crying now. I had really hurt him.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him into me. I whispered over and over how sorry I was. I didn't want him hurt by my actions. I wanted him and his forgiveness. I wanted him to love me.
"I do love you, or else I wouldn't put up with your dumb ass! I love you so much and you still hurt me." He was still mad but starting to calm down. He had hit the wall a few times. Thrown a couple laundry baskets full of clothes all through our house, but at least he seemed to be calming down.
I went back to sniffling and begging for forgiveness. He eased himself to a laying position on the bed. I slowly curled up beside him. He was still mad. I could feel it radiating off his entire being.
"I want you to make love to me. I am super fucking mad at you, but I can't help loving you so much. But know right now, if you ever pull this shit again I will kill both of you. Him first. You can watch me do it, and then I am going to take it out on you. Do you completely understand?" He said this all with such sadistic calm I was terrified to even answer. I just shook my head yes, and buried myself into his chest.
"Good. Now I really want to be deep inside you. I shouldn't. Fuck knows you shouldn't be allowed to feel any kind of pleasure now, but I need you. I need to feel what's mine wrapped tightly around me." His voice had slightly softened. He started running his fingers threw my hair. I couldn't help but relax into him. I started touching him everywhere. Breathing in his scent.
He quickly removed my clothes. Then he had his clothing discarded on the floor in a matter of seconds. His cock looked amazing. Even through my puffy tear welled eyes I could not mistake how delectable his cock looked. It is a perfect specimen. It's a delicious peachy white. His skin feels like velvet, soft and silky. His cock is about 9" in length with the perfect girth to it. Nice and thick, just perfect for my mouth, pussy, and ass. I absolutely love his cock.
He is watching me admire him. I can feel his eyes taking in my admiration for his piece. He eases back down on the bed and instructs me to climb onto his lap. I am already hot and wet and slide easily onto his hard cock. I slowly lift up off him and slide slowly back down his length. Raising my pussy all the way up until just the tip of his cock is penetrating my pussy lips. My cunt is shaved smooth and I rub it against his tip. A smile is creeping slowly across his face. I let him thrust gently up and into me as I settle back down. His hands begin to gently pull on my hard nipples. I pick up my pace. Grinding harder against him. Burying him deeper inside of me. I feel him become rigid and suddenly am filled with his hot cream. His moan makes me smile. I kiss him gently and dismount from his lap. Happy to provide him any kind of relief right now.
"That was nice, but you are far from forgiven, my little whore. You are my cum slut, and you need to realize that. I am your Master, not him. You are my pet, not his. I know you have to work tonight, but when you get home you will be getting a little lesson in discipline and obedience. I will not tolerate this again." His words were angry but the look on his face had softened. I knew I would be in for it tonight though. Hopefully it wouldn't be all bad.
(Part 2)
Work is dragging by so slowly. I have had the strangest day. I got way to drunk the night before and talked to someone I shouldn't have. I got home and puked my guts out, locked my phone and passed out. I thought all would be well. No harm no foul. I should have known better. My husband got into my phone and found harmless but damning texts from someone I shouldn't talk to. So my morning started off with me, still drunk I might add, being woken up with screams and things flying at my head. He would never have hit me with anything, but he definitely came as close as possible. How could I blame him?