Chapter Forty two
As I reach the stairs that lead to upstairs I am hit by a force that turns me around and hits my back against the wall that leads up the stairs hard. I groan in pain and then there is a hand on my neck, he tightens his hold on my neck although I can still breath while he makes me look at him. The laughing man of before is no longer to be found this is another side of Cyrus I have never seen before. He is looking at me like he wants to hurt me and that brings fear and makes it harder to breath considering he has his hand on my windpipe and he is literary holding my life in his hands.
“Never walk away from me, ever. Again” he says to me slowly and I know he means it so I nod my head since I can’t get myself to speak
“You wanted to marry me, you decided to marry me in church before god, your parents and I, you’re never getting out of this union. You know very well that divorce does not exist in our families or in the familia, our bond is for death, nothing and no one can ever break that which god has united. Do you understand?” he asks me looking me with that fire in his eyes and waiting for a response, I nod hard but that doesn’t seem to satisfy him
“I am going to need to hear it” he enunciates the hold on my neck getting a little tighter, it’s a warning
“Yes…” I answer my voice horse and weak and that seems to snap him out of it as he lets my neck go. I immediately use my hands to soothe my sore throat, I really need some water, I feel like I just swallowed sand.
“Now here is what’s going to happen, you’re not going to leave this house until I approve of it, meaning you’re not packing shit and you’re not going back home either making me the laughing stock of the whole society. Second, you’re not going to tell anyone, and I repeat anyone about whatever happens in this house. What happens here is between you and me and it stays between me and you, understood?”
“Yes”
“Just a merrily reminder next time you think about blubbing about the things in this house. If you talk and say anything about our wedding night, the honeymoon or anything else your mind conjures just remember that our marriage was based on love. A lot of contracts had to be broken and a lot of promises had to be made before we could achieve this union. Are you going to call our parent’s liars in front of the world and turn the family against itself and the outside world? Is that really what you want, to see everyone around you dying?”
“I love my family and I am a member of the society, you know I don’t want that and would never do that”
“Great. Now that we are on the same page, I think you owe me my marital rights but since you already did enough to distract me and kill my mood, I will let you go for tonight.” He says getting away from me and giving me a much needed space
I put my foot on the first step on the stairs and I just can’t help myself, I shout at him and run “you’re a bully and an asshole; I hope one day soon someone puts you in your place”
The only problem is that I don’t run anywhere I think I do but I am suddenly in the air as I am deposited on the arm of the chair on my front, my ass is up in the air and my upper body is lying on the sofa seats. I try struggling to stand back up but he has one hand on my back holding me down while the other one he uses to find the zipper on my jeans. He struggles with it and gets frustrated, when he lets go of my jeans I think he has given up, that hope is quickly finished when he gets me out of the jacket and then I hear a ripping sound. He rips my jeans from the back and leaves me bent over the sofa in my underwear.
“This is not meant to be enjoyed, it’s a punishment and a lesson” he says as he rips my pants too
Then I go through the worst pain and humiliation I have ever felt in my life as Cyrus spanks me on end relentlessly. I scream and struggle and cry and beg but Cyrus doesn’t stop or slow down, it’s almost like he doesn’t hear me. By the time he stops I have given up struggling and have tears, mucus and all type of shit coming from my eyes, nose and mouth. My ass is burning on fire and the pain is so immerse, I can’t stop myself from crying.
I hear him breathing hard behind me and then I hear the sound of a belt unbuckle and a zipper open. I immediately tense up and although I know I am already humiliated enough I can’t help but beg him anyway
“Please don’t do it”
“Don’t worry; I am not going to fuck you tonight. I have waited for so long what’s one more day” he answers back and kneels behind me.
Then he starts blowing air on my ass and kissing it really slowly making me hiss every time, then one of his hands goes to cup my pussy and massages me there slowly. Before I understand what’s going on I am moaning through his kisses on my ass and pushing back to get more pressure on my pussy. His kisses then move down south until he has my clit and my pussy in his mouth, then he sucks on my clit and uses his finger to tease my entrance.
He switches position putting his hand on my clit and his mouth on my entrance and eats me out like I am for dinner, then he fucks me with his tongue while massaging my clit and I have my first orgasm, he keeps on up with the pressure and I have my second orgasm on his mouth. Then he lets me go and stands up grunting hard, and then he pulls me by the hair from the sofa and makes me kneel down in front of him with his dick in my face.
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