My Husband Turned Me To His Maid

I spoke up because I felt safe standing on the other side of the bed. But safety was only an illusion.

Before I could blink he climbed the on to the bed and jumped over to where I was. My heart skipped a thousand beats as I fell down in shock, my b.u.t.t.o.c.k.s hitting the ground.

He pulled me up with my hair and looked at me menacingly like he was the predator and I the prey and in some way it was like that. "You could open your legs for my boss but not for me your husband. you money whore." He roared at me picking me up.

"I had all the money but I left it all for you," I sniffed trying to keep my tears at bay. "Don't call me that please."

"So you now reply me, You S.l.u.t! Who do you think you are?" he yelled, pushing me to the bed. I fell with a loud thump. All my energy and self resolve slipped away with me.

He climbed the bed and pressed me down deeper into the bed. I was trapped in between his legs. He took a rope that rested on the table. The rope was from our old Cotton which we just recently removed.

I painfully realised that he had planned this moment the second he stepped into the house because this rope had been in the wardrobe and couldn't have grown wings and flew out of it.

He tied both my hands to the bed so fast.

I struggled but I was no match for him.

When my struggles with my legs became unbearable his fist contacted with my face in a terrible blow that sent me nearly unconscious. I Could not shout, I couldn't risk waking my daughter up.

What if he hurts her? I would rather die than let him hurt her. Right now Cletus was to me capable of anything and I won't want to test him. He has proved now to be more of a monster than I thought.

With this resolve I closed my eyes while tears fell down with wanton abandonment. He tied both my legs to the bed, and put them in between his knees.

I started to struggle again. The thought of being r.a.p.ed for the first time in my life was unbearable. It was even moreover because It was my husband who is meant to protect me.

"You bitch stop struggling," he scowled pressing my waist down. I couldn't reply or argue I just kept pleading and sobbing. I almost choked on my own tears.

He pulled his pants, eased his b.r.i.e.f.s over his h.i.p.s, and brushed the length of his c.o.c.k with his palm before putting himself in my mouth. He sighed, eyes shut, holding my head and pushing his c.o.c.k deeper and deeper into my mouth till I could breath no more.

I was struggling to breath for my daughter, to live for her. but the more I struggled the harder he pushed himself inside my mouth.

I spat out his c.u.m immediately, crying all the more. "Cletus please untie me don't do this." I begged but my pleas fell on deaf ears. He seemed to be enjoying himself. Like my suffering trippled the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e he was having.

I didn't know this dominant part of him, I didn't know this part of him that derived p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e from my pain. Then again I began to wonder if I  ever knew him. He wasn't the man I loved, the man I married, the man I was ready to do anything and did everything for. Gozie was right he is the devil.

"Shhhh," he sighed clearly on cloud9. He pulled my legs up and slid his hands between my legs, positioning his fingers and thumb in me. He nuzzled against me, his lips on my neck, nibbling and kissing his way up to my earlobe. I looked the other way because I was ashamed of myself. I could tell I was getting wet and I've never felt weaker and more disgusted with myself.

I didn't hate him for forcing me to sleep with him I hated him for making me wet. And I hated myself more for loving his touch.