Chapter Forty three
I have never been face to face with a dick before and it is huge and intimidating and angry, is that supposed to get inside me? I have only ever slept with Cullen and I never saw or touched his dick to begin with, so I have no idea what to do and if I should look at it or look away. I am curious but it’s so shameful and degrading to have me down here like this, especially after what he just did to me.
I immediately look away and watch his face and that’s worse because he is fisting his dick with an angry looking his eyes that scares me when our eyes meet and I quickly look away. All of a sudden there is this wet sticky hot fluid being splashes in my face and hair like rain. He cums all over my face and hair and has the audacity to pat me on the head like a dog. Can I go lower than this?
“stay there and don’t move” he instructs as he puts back his pants while I kneel there in front of him feeling the pain in my ass come with vengeance and the humiliation making me wish I could die. He comes back and hands me some kind of jelly.
“Clean yourself up and apply this on that juicy ass of yours it will help with the pain” I nod with no other options
“Was that a thank you?”
“What?”
“I didn’t hear you say thank you” he says and I bite my tongue hard and tell him what he wants to hear
“Thank you”
“That wasn’t so bad was it? Now get the fuck out of my sight” he says dismissively towards me and heads towards his home office downstairs.
I stand up while grunting from the pain I feel on my back my ass and my legs after kneeling for so long. Ever since I came in this house I have been experiencing torture that I never thought I would ever get to experience. I do as my husband wanted and pull myself up the stairs one at a time, I then take a shower, apply the fucking smelly jelly on my ass hissing the whole time. My back hurts a lot and its dark angry red with handprints he left on me. I sleep with my front to give my back time to heal up and hoping it happens soon.
Margret does not come into work the next day so I do my best to take care of myself in the apartment since I am all alone, I sleep most of the time since I have to avoid my ass hitting on anything. Maybe it’s a good thing that Margret did not come into work today; I know I can’t tell anyone what Cyrus did to me because it’s so embarrassing and shameful. Cyrus isn’t any help to me either and I do my best to wake up late and sleep early so I don’t have to see him.
When Margret comes to work the next say I pretend to be sick and she is such a sweet one as she hovers over me, I miss my mother so much I want to cry. By the third day it’s gotten a lot better and I can take the pain of sitting on my ass but avoid hard places and sit on comfy stuff. Then the stupid me wonders why Cyrus had that jelly on hand in the house in the first place, does he do this sort of thing often? And with who? Did he bring women into the house before? Does he keep it for emergency incase he gets hurt at work? None of these things matter, what matters is what he did to me.
I manage to successfully avoid Cyrus the entire week and not bump into him, its not hard since he leaves so early in the morning and arrives late at night. I spend as much time as possible in my room so we don’t accidently bump into each other, during the day when Margret comes in I spend a lot of time with her as she is teaching me how to cook, I am bad at it but she is so patient with me. Margret is the only human contact I have in the house, if I want to leave I have to ask Cyrus and the last thing I want to do is talk to him.
It’s Saturday and my mother in-law calls to remind me about the Sunday dinner and tells me to remind my husband so he puts his things in order too. I really don’t want to talk to Cyrus or go anywhere with him but this dinner would let me meet my family and be with the people that love me for a change, it will be good for my state of mind too and maybe I can even find a way to spend a night at home. So before I go to lock myself in my room that night I leave a note on Cyrus’s bedroom door to remind him about the Sunday dinner. I hate to make the first move but I want this dinner.
The next day I don’t see Cyrus like usual but the note I left isn’t on the door anymore so I know he must have seen it massage sent and delivered. By five thirty I have already put on my makeup, got dressed and ready to go. I wait for Cyrus in the sitting room hoping he doesn’t act like an asshole and stand me up or go on without me. I nearly have a heart attack when Cyrus comes down the stairs, I didn’t even know he was in the house the whole time. He gets to me as he finishes buttoning his jacket and watches me and then he says,
“Change that dress. Wear something red, red looks good on you”
I want to give a nasty reply back but as I want to open my mouth I see the warning in his eyes and bite my tongue so I don’t say anything. He smiles knowing he has won
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