Chapter Eighty five
“What’s that on your face?” he asks perusing my face and using his finger to remove some of the makeup.
“I was trying to make an impression, don’t you like it? I did it for you.” I tell him with my best sultry voice while batting me eyelashes provocatively at him.
“I don’t like fucking whores. I wanted to fuck my wife tonight, so since I can’t have her I guess I am going to have to adjust with what is offered to me.” he says and then uses his hand to push me back on the bed. I land on it with my hair covering my face and bouncing on the bed, I get the hair out of my face so I can look at him still standing in front of me.
“Get your clothes off and lie on the bed.” He instructs and I fumble with the robe, then the bra and last get off my panties and throw them aside waiting for more instructions.
“Kneel on the bed with your legs and hands and keep those legs apart.” He continues, and I get up and kneel naked in the bed like he just demanded of me.
I then feel the bed dip with his weight as he gets on the bed and stand behind me, between my spread legs and my exposed sexual areas that are on full display. As I brace myself for what’s to come next, he starts caressing and fondling my ass as he measures my butt chicks between his hands. Then he uses one hand to caress my back and I can’t help the sensation that his actions bring to me and before I know it I am moaning and pushing my behind towards him.
As I am feeling the lust going through my body his hand on my back is now caressing my neck and then there is a rain of heavy sharp slaps raining down on my body stinging the hell out of my ass. He uses his hand on my neck to press me into the bed and keep me in place as he continues his punishment until my butt is tender and on fire from the spanking. I am crying when he lets my neck go but doesn’t let me go, he backs up and starts kissing my ass, every kiss sending little shrieks from me. Cyrus is a fucking sadist that’s for sure.
When the kisses end he is back to holding me on the bed with his hand on my neck, I hear him open his zipper before he thrusts to the hilt and groans staying still for a minute. He fucks me hard while pushing my face on to the bed with each thrust he makes and the contact to my eyes bringing tears to my eyes, after a while I get so used to the pain I just take it until he has had his fill and spills inside me while he growls. As he lets me go he holds my thighs in place and bites by ass cheeks so hard in each and every cheek while I am whimpering on the bed in pain struggling so he would let me go but he doesn’t. I think he my skin finally gave in to the assault and broke before he is sucking behind me while he hums to himself, then he lets me go as I slump on the bed and cry into the sheets.
He continues with his routine of getting into the bathroom, spending hours in there before he finally emerges and goes to get dressed in his dressing room. He then leaves me there sobbing into the mattress but before he leaves he gives me some parting words on the door.
“If you act like a whore, you’re going to get treated like a whore.” and he leaves without bothering to look back at me.
When I finally get to have a shower and give my wounds some medical attention my butt is purple and on fire, it looks worse than I thought and I curse Cyrus so much I don’t think I have ever been mad at some =one so much. I can’t sit down for a whole weak and when I eventually do, I sit properly while bracing myself for the pain. Lying to Margret was hard but I made up some lie about my back and that I had already seen the doctor so she didn’t prod, I thought about telling her but then I remembered Cyrus’s threat and kept my mouth shut. My mother in law calls the next day to ask how I am doing since apparently Cyrus told them I wasn’t feeling so well. I tell her I am fine and that she has nothing to worry about, she wanted to drop in at the house to see me but with my butt tenderly on fire I couldn’t take the chance and I knew fooling her would be harder than fooling Margret who did not know me that well.
After the excruciating week Cyrus finally comes home again. It’s early around eight and I am having dinner by myself in the living room while I watch a romcom on the TV. I am startled to see him standing there on the door as he looks over me, not acknowledging my presence and continues on heading upstairs. I finish my dinner slowly knowing that he would be waiting for me upstairs so he can hurt me again, my butt is still in pain and I really don’t know if I can endure his assault tonight. I decide to stay down here as long as I can until he comes to get me, I won’t fight him this time, I know it’s pointless to and it only makes him meaner.
When I hear his footstep coming down the stairs I tense and prepare myself for whatever is going to happen from here, I don’t turn to look at him as I pretend to be focused on the movie that I lost track of ever since he got inside the door. As his footsteps get closer and closer to me, I feel myself getting smaller and smaller on the couch but then he walks past me and heads for the door. I let a huge sigh of relief when the door gets locked behind him, knowing that he has left. I can’t believe this is my life now.
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