Chapter 107: Chapter 107

Chapter 107

~Am I still your wife?~

Ella bewailed at the top her voice. She had been under intense accusation all through the odd hours after Brian had left. Her billionaire husband snarled at her and accused her of sneaking out to the farm to be screwed by Brain in the name of strolling down the street. Her husband never believed her even regrettably he had pressed her on the neck , almost choking out her breath , when Ella insisted the injury on her head was as a result of the hit-and-run and not infidelity. When he was done choking her he left her and watched as she dropped to the floor as dried out leaflet would do from a tree branch.

“Puta!”

He had cursed in Spanish and threatened to snap life out of her should something of similar case repeat itself again.

Ella had rested on the wall, curled up on the floor as a stressed horse, and watched as he undressed himself with his back turned to her. When he turned around she was having a full view of his venous penis dangling between his legs, just below six parks that looked like well arranged bricks; fully grown hairy chest with irrelevant , meaning less tattoo running across to his shoulders. When he smiled at her, he was more cute; those cute smiles had entrapped her to him on the night of their first date and she thought cute smiles were rooted to cute morality; she wished she had perceived the devil in him; a man that derived joy from her pain. With those smiles she knew many ladies like her were entrapped eternally to him as he decided their existence.

With fallen dead face and drawn, watery, eyes, she stared at him as he stroked his penis, giving room for the veins that wired through it to be much visible from even away from eyeshot, as he touched hi shaft, he smiled at her and she suspected his gaze to be on her naked vagina that flashed as she lay carelessly on the floor. Spitting a lump into his palm, he lubricated his now red penis that had gradually gathered erection and vibrated in the air already.

“I know you, missed me while I was away, you cunt,” he mumbled and when Ella gave him a dead look, without uttering a word, he added, “Oh yes I know you missed me, bitch. Don’t give me that look.“ he trudged towards her thick thighs, and stretched his arm to a cord that hung on the wall.

“What are you doing?” Ella murmured, squeezing her lips and stylishly closing her legs and dragging down her micro gown that had pulled up her waist all along.

“What does it look uh? You think I don’t know what you have been up to lately. You sneaked out to fuck that mocker boy and you return home to feed me with some lies about hit-and run,” he groaned ,rolling his eyes at him and peered at her to behold her disturbed face.

She breathed uneasily, noticing he was tipsy now which was evident in the tension he had loosing the knotted cord and his convulsing fingers. “I wouldn’t lie to you,” she replied and was startled when he pummeled his fist into his palm.

“Keep shut, bitch!” he barked after rendering another blow in to his palm, and pausing to warn her with his thunderous eyes.

He stood up staggering as he did and gained a balance before he trudged to the door, opened and banged it in one final shut and then squeezed in the key and locked the door solidly. He dangled the key before his eyes and squeezed it into his jean pocket that lay on the floor.

“our survival tonight will be at the mercy f my strength,” he grunted, advanced to the wardrobe and yanked it open only to have piles of sex toys collapse to the floor. “Welcome home boys,” he said to the kiki handcuff, unbound Oron cuffs, pillo, duotone ticker that lay on the floor. He stooped to them, picked them up and dropped between Ella’s thighs. With a cautious glance at his penis which was out of erection now, he started a soft gentle stroke on it to inflate it once more ;before a lubricant which he had not picked came in sight and he grasped it, and anointed his shaft. Unrelenting he poured a palmful, staggered to her and oiled her thighs, and with a single stroke into her vagina.

“Oh shit,” she moaned, pulling away from him.

“Strip right now!” he ordered, as he polished her thighs reserving her vagina for a better stroke. A spank came on her big buttocks. “I said strip!”

Ella relented of her will to obey him, gritting her teeth at the evil and pain in his eyes that would be unleashed on her body soon. She prayed Brian to come to her rescue. Inwardly, she saw herself being banged to hurt instead of satisfaction; being banged to weakness instead of strength, her joints quivering instead of stillness. Her clitoris was going to play host to fire.

“I said strip, bitch. I wouldn’t want to repeat myself.” He warned, groaning beneath his throat like a dog and returned his oily palm to his penis that shone like newly manufactured steel; he stroke and empowered it to erect even the more.

Already Ella had let loosed the hooker across her shoulders and the, micro gown dropped to her feet like a dress on a hanger would do.

“Every bitch is a cute little thing,” he applauded, smiling at her healthy teenage breast that pointed at him; well carved belly button that sunk inside and thick vagina lips surrounded by tiny short blond hairs. He rolled his tongue across his lips and stroked her nipples, making sure the lubricant smeared properly across the soft breasts and cleavage. He sighed the moment the unbound cuff and cord came in sight. And he reached to it , tied her hands apart and cuffed them to a hook on the wall.

“I don’t deserve this. My head still hurt after the accident.” She lamented as she seemed a bit helpless, despite being able to move her thighs.

Her devourer ignored her and busied himself with similar expertise on her feet; her two legs thrown apart with a cord that tied to a hook on the wall through the unbound cuff .h e stared and let a smile of satisfaction at Ella who trembled under the grip of the cord. With her legs that yanked apart, she made moves to stop him but each time she did her vagina opened even wider and wider.

“Oh bitch keep moving, I love that valley between your thighs,” he said, slid out a whip and lashed her whole body leaving her screaming at the top of her voice. “Keep shut bitch your food is here,” he said much closer to her now somewhere between her legs. He yanked his lustrous penis, fingered her vagina furiously for some seconds more before thrusting his shaft into her the moment she was fully wet. Like a digger making into the soil, he pounded into her vagina, leaving the quiet room disturbed with clap-clap- sound, as their bodies vibrated.

“Oh easy, shh.” She moaned and smacked her lips. “You are hurting me. Can you screw me gently? Am I… I still your wife or what…?” she couldn’t complete her statement in words but she did in moan.

He kept breathing hard and pounding on… “Oh sweet pussy,” he murmured, shutting his eyes and pounding even heavily, as she vibrated under him, with eyes welled up with eyes…