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Dominic undid his belt allowing his cock to spring free. “Come here,” he said. He reached for my ankle pulling me towards him. My naked ass slid across the seat leaving an embarrassing wet trail on the seat. Dominic was right. I was practically dripping, but I didn’t want him. He treated me like nothing, and I wasn’t keen to share my body with someone who saw me as an object.
“I don’t want you,” I told Dominic, placing my hands on his chest. I tried to push him away. I hoped that he would respect me enough to listen.
Instead, he gripped my hips and pulled me into his lap. “Don’t lie to yourself,” he told me. “I can feel you wetting my dick.”
My cheeks burned with embarrassment because he was right. I was so desperate for...who knew what...that I was willing to allow my husband, who could care less about me, screw me. I’d once dreamed of love and happiness, and now, I was getting sex and degradation.
“Be a good girl,” he whispered as he lowered me on his dick. “And I’ll make sure you are rewarded.”
Dominic lowered me onto his cock, and I released a hiss from this new position. I had only had sex a few times one night, and I hadn’t tried this position, which seemed to make the Dominic’s cock feel even bigger.
“God,” Dominic groaned, “you are so fucking tight.”
I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t speak. If I did, I was sure I was going to cry because despite the fact that my body wanted Dominic, the way he treated me made me feel like scum. Dominic didn’t seem to care. He thrust in and out of my body barely giving me time to adjust before he plowed into me with a force that made me feel his cock in my throat.
I closed my eyes to stem the tears that threatened to spill down my cheeks. Instead, I did my best to lose myself in the bits of pleasure that Dominic was sparking in my body.
Dominic’s lips latched themselves to the side of my neck as he thrust up inside of me, and the combination of the pleasure and pain made my inside clenched tightly.
“Fuck,” Dominic groaned.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and allowed him to fuck the thoughts out my brain. He might be a shit husband, but at least I knew that he was good for something. At least, that was what I told myself, so I didn’t feel like complete shit as I hurled towards an orgasm.
“Come for me,” he ordered.
I moaned. I was close, but there was something blocking me from reaching the pleasure that I knew was waiting for me. I couldn’t get out of my head no matter how I wanted.
“Look at me Sasha,” Dominic ordered, and my eyes immediately snapped open, and I looked at him. “Stop thinking and just feel.”
I shook my head. “I can’t,” I moaned. I could practically feel the orgasm building inside of me as Dominic continued to hit a spot inside of me, but I couldn’t quite catch a grip on the pleasure that was promised.
Dominic reached a hand down and pressed his thumb to my clit causing a yelp to release from my mouth. Dominic’s thumb circled over my small bundle of nerves, and before I could think any further, my orgasm exploded through me.
Dominic thrust furiously inside of me, and the pleasure almost became too much. I started pushing against him trying to escape the pleasure before it turned to pain, but luckily, Dominic exploded inside of me covering me with his sticky cum.
I collapsed across his back exhausted from the physical and emotional turmoil of everything that had happened. If I closed my eyes, I could pretend that Dominic and I were normal people, with a normal marriage, who had just had a romantic interlude in the car.
That didn’t last very long though. Dominic moved me from his lap causing us to disconnect with a hiss.
He discarded me on the seat before pulling out his pocket square and cleaned himself up.
“Here,” he said, handing me his pocket square as he tucked himself inside of his pants. “Clean yourself up.”
I took the sticky piece of fabric disgusted with him and myself. “I’m fine,” I said, pulling my dress down over my knees. I could feel my bottom lip trembling as the car started to pull to a stop. “I’m fine,” I said.
Dominic shrugged. “If you want my cum dripping down your legs, I guess that’s on you.”
His coldness felt like another knife in the back. I didn’t know why. Dominic hadn’t done anything to make me think that he cared about me or this marriage. I had just thought that we would eventually come to some sort of mutual agreement.
“I’ll make sure that the car is ready for you tomorrow morning,” Dominic said, as his driver opened my door.
“Are you not coming inside?” I asked. I hated how small I sounded. I’d spent a grand total of five minutes sticking up for myself before I became a meek little mouse once more.
“I’ve got business to attend to,” he said.
I stepped out of the car embarrassed at the way I must look. I turned back hoping that I would see some semblance of humanity from the man I had just allowed inside my body, but instead, Dominic was on his phone, looking every inch the mafia king.
Just an hour ago, I couldn’t imagine helping my mother take down Dominic. After all, he was my husband. But now, as I walked into the house with his cum trickling out of me, hurt and humiliated, I wondered if I should reconsider helping get my monstrous husband off of the street.
