Page 13 of When Sinners Hate
“Please, Abel,” she says quietly. “No … don’t … don't hold me down.”
“I warned you. I made it very clear what I expect. This has not been it.” More pressure increases on her neck, and my fingers spread over her cheek and chin to hold her face flat to the sheets. I’ll do whatever the fuck I want to her. In whateverposition I choose. Frankly, this near sobbing coming from her mouth is both stimulating and irritating. She might not be letting those tears fall, but I can feel the tremor in her body, see the glistening in her eyes. I’m more interested in seeing them come out of her than I am the rest of this shit. It’s the only thing real about her.
Still, I push my hand downwards until it’s between her thighs and I’m straining them apart. She fights me at first, trying to use strength against me one last time. It doesn’t work. All it does is make me increase my own pressure until I can hear her gasping for breath.
“You’ll lose this fight, Alexia. Whichever way you try playing it. This is what you asked me for." She twists, trying to get her head out from beneath my hand. Four of my fingers go inside her at the same time, knuckles putting enough force behind them that she startles and tries moving away.
“Please. No!” she shouts.
“Yes.” The pressure on her cunt increases, and both my hands do their worst to hold her still and force my way in. “This is the way I fuck women like you.” Her ass moves, struggling and shifting to try evading what’s happening, and then her hands try reaching back at me. She’s got nothing anymore. She’s pinned, in pain, and beginning to understand what being with me means.
“You’re hurting me,” she cries.
“Hmm. Maybe you should have thought about who you agreed to marry, Alexia.” I pull my fingers out of her a little and twist my hand, pushing back in at a different angle to get my knuckles where they’re going. “This belongs to me now. As does the rest of you. Questioning what we did for a living before committing to one of us would have been sensible.”
She doesn’t answer. She pushes her face into the sheets and tries biting at them to contain the scream she wants to letout. “But I suppose you thought you’d get one of the younger ones. One of the ones who you could manipulate.” I shove and turn my hand, grating my knuckles around inside her until I’m in and fingering all around everything I own. She stills immediately. “You feel that? That’s me making a point. This is my cunt now. You screw with me and I'll make your life hell for the fun of it. I hope, for your sake, you heed the warning.”
She does whimper and choke at that.
And then the light, muffled sobs start coming.
I pull my hand out slowly, dragging my nails so she feels every inch of me invading her, and grab hold of her leg to bring her down the bed. Her hips get lifted until she’s got her ass flush to me, and I grab hold of my dick. She’s slack in my hold now, as if she’s given up fighting. That's probably wise, considering the argument that’s happening. Not that I'm all that wound up yet, but I still smear liquid from her cunt up to her ass, pushing my thumb straight inside that to make sure she understands that everything is on my terms. If she thought this was going to be enjoyable, she was wrong.
My dick gets pushed in her ass with little to no thought. It goes in hard and deep, and I listen to the sounds she makes. Gasps, squeals, panting. She scrapes at the sheets, tries grabbing hold of the edge of the bed for leverage to get away.
“Please, no.” I've heard it all before. Seen it all before. Held them all before. She's no different, and her attempt at escape won't work either.
My fingers dig in sharply, gripped tight to her hip bones to make sure she stays exactly how I want her. She’s tight inside, and that does at least satisfy my want to come. So I keep the drives in slow and steady, letting it build inside me so we can get this finished.
I grab hold of some hair and tilt her head back, becoming more desperate to see those tears falling. She trembles as I turnher back to me, tries sniffing them back and reaches for my hand in her hair to stop it tugging so hard. I pull harder. In fact, it gets wrapped around my hand until she’s got her shoulders up to me and her mouth inches from mine.
“Let them come, Alexia. I want to see them. I might believe that.” Her face hardens instantly, regardless of her lips trying to stutter around mine. Her tongue snakes out, as if, even now, she’s still trying to control my desire. “Your mouth means nothing to me.”
So I force her back down to the bed and shove her face back on it. And then I fuck harder. I fuck hard enough that she can’t contain the screams and shouts she’s been trying to hide. They won't stop me at all.
My weight gets used to overwhelm what’s left of this fight in her. I doubt it’ll work completely this time, but her ass gets used as much as I deem fit for this session. It’s raided and ravaged in ways she’s never felt before, because this is what she needs to understand about me. I’ll brutalise her. I’ll treat her like a whore. I’ll even cage her to get her how I need her to be if it comes to that. There is no limit I won’t cross to get what I want, and fighting the inevitable will only cause her pain.
By the time I’m done and coming, I don’t even know if she’s breathing under me. I grunt and close my eyes for a second, pulling my own ragged breathing back to steady again. She whimpers some more. Chokes out on her still–hidden sobs and crawls herself up into a ball as I start pulling out of her. The vision makes me sneer and move to stand. She’s far from done yet.
And this lesson is far from over.
I look down at my spent dick and wrap a hand around it to ease the last of my cum out. It seeps gently, enough of it left that I smear it onto her face and harshly hook some fingers into her mouth. She squeals as I start pulling her towards me andtries moving her exhausted limbs to keep up with me. “You’re not done yet. You’ll undress and clean me now.”
The tattered dress slips from her skin as she moves, and I keep looking at her face for any form of disrespect. She doesn’t show any. She gets up on shaky legs and starts undoing the buttons on my shirt. Everything about her shakes her way through the process. Still, no real tears falling, though. Not even when I make her suck me dry of her ass and remove my pants and shoes like a maid.
“Fold them. Neatly.”
She seems blank, as she does as I ask and drapes my clothes carefully on the back of a chair. Void of anything. And for a moment, I consider what she’s been through in her life previous to me.
“Shower,” I murmur, once I’m fully naked.
She nods, keeps her head lowered, and holds the wall for support on the way. The shower’s switched on, and she goes about washing down my body. There’s nothing seductive about it. There’s nothing remotely intimate about it, either. It’s a chore, just like this marriage is. But what it also is, for me at least, is a schooling in manners and obligations. So I don’t let her clean herself when she tries. I switch the shower off and stare at her waiting there. Mainly because I want my cum in her ass, and I want her to keep feeling my knuckles inside her. Perhaps if she keeps hold of that sensation for a while, we might find a balance I can deal with.
“On the floor by the bed,” I mutter, as I grab a towel and step out.
She looks up at me. It’s the first time she’s dared since this started. “What?”
“You heard.”