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She had used up all her air. Perspiration soaked her back. Her pussy leaked both his and her essence onto the bed. And still, her body needed that one thing she couldn’t have. To touch him. To have him look at her.
She closed her eyes and turned the other way as Silas pulled out of her.
Stupid tears continued to roam down her face. He hadn’t used protection. She wasn’t even on the pill. But he was her husband. And as he had made known with a sounding lesson to her ass, her body was his.
A deep sense of anger flooded her. She rose from the bed, hotly and embarrassingly aware his cum dripped down her thighs as she did so.
She needed to get out of there. Frantically looking for her skirt, she made sure to keep her rage in check until she was half-naked. She found her skirt and awkwardly shimmied into it. There wasn’t anything she could do about her ripped in half top so she pulled the two ends together and made a knot.
“I’m leaving,” she said, injecting as much ice into her voice as she could.
“You’re not going anywhere.” She looked up at him. He had already neatened himself and no one would have guessed that he had taken her virginity not a moment ago. She bore all the signs. But not him. Not Silas Knight.
“Consider this marriage consummated. It’s only over when I say it is,” he said, then turned on his heel and strode out the door. She couldn’t help taking a double breath when the door closed behind him and she was left all alone in his bedroom. In his house. As his wife. Trapped in a marriage that was never going to work.
“Arg,” she screamed and picked up an expensive-looking crystal vase and flung it at the door. She stood there trembling uncontrollably. Her heart felt like it was going to explode.
It took her a good few minutes to calm down and only concentrating on her breathing had helped her.
Lost and in despair, she looked around the bedroom. Her new prison.
Gingerly she stepped into the hallway of a walk-in closet and opened one of them. She found it lined with a hundred pure white shirts. The whole collection, designer-made, was worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. She opened the closet on the other side and found her meager belongings, expertly draped over a rack.
Another door yielded her folded pajamas and underwear. She snatched a pair of cotton panties and a pair of warm flannel pajamas. It wasn’t quite cold enough yet for winter but she wanted to hide in the soft, comfortable but soon to be worn out pair.
She opened another door and stepped into the bathroom. As sleek as the rest of the house, it took her an age to find the button she needed to press to flush the toilet which happened to be seamlessly built into the wall.
The shower took another age to start running and soon she found the one little button she needed to press to part a wall in the cubicle that revealed an extravagant array of shower heads.
Soon she stood under an aggressive jet of hot water and swallowed her tears. How had her life changed so drastically? One second she had been free, young, just starting to live and the next she was married to a rich tyrant who had purchased her, he’d spanked her, made her come with his mouth to exercise his dominance then taken her virginity. She glanced down at the tiles and a streak of pink washed away down the drain.
