Chapter 117: Chapter 117

Chapter 117

~Seduction Gone Wrong~

“Bitch!” he cursed Ella, even more intense with his eyes that was full of fire as he stepped into the sitting room, advancing to Ella and she drifted away from him. “Where the hell have you been all the while I have been pressing the bell, and yelling into the speaker? Are you stupid?”

“I… I” she stuttered wishing she could keep calm and confident to face the beast of a husband, “I have been in deep sleep and I… I barely knew you were at the door even when you spoke into the speaker,” she narrated kept her distance to avoid slap from landing on her face because she noticed his hands were trembling as one handling a hot pot.

”You were deep in slumber? What is it by the time? And you are still in your nightie, looking horrible and unkempt, uh. I don’t know why I made you my wife,” he nagged, rolling his eyes at her and breathing uneasily. “I want you to give me just one reason I should continue calling you my wife.” He gestured with his hands and started off again advancing to her and she drifted yet farther away from him. She could notice his hand trembling, and raising.

“I am your wife because we are meant to be together in love and peace. You are not treating me as one. I don’t know what I did to offend your personality and ego. This is not the man that professed true love to me on the altar of vow.

“Keep shut, bitch!” he barked, interrupting her…

***

Brian even while meters away in the penthouse could feel the vibration of his voice as he shouted at Ella. and he stood up furiously from the sofa, paced up and down the room, stroked his hair, his nose and felt itches of suspicion all over his body and repeatedly he peeped through the door to see if he could have a sight of what was happening to Ella; what her husband was up to this time around, and why the whole house was convulsed with yelling and barking just because one man was back. But he knew it was an impossible mission to actualize. He just wished he could go out there to confront the beast of a husband, as he was much infuriated at the thought of the mental, sexual and emotional slavery Ella was into in the name of marriage. His eyes caught sight of the sizeable wine shelf on the edge of the wall and he drifted to it, searched for something to sip down his throat and calm the adrenalin building in him. He couldn’t lay his hand on anything; except for a half drunken bottle of whisky which he believed was leftover of drinks Ella’s husband had. He shook it, got himself a shot and poured into the cup to have a quick gulp and calm his nerves. And after gulping he grinned hugely, sat back in the sofa and stared thoughtfully in the space. But when he overheard Ella’s screaming he was startled and he stood up again, advanced to the door and peeped through the door.

***

“Don’t make a move!” Ella’s husband barked like a mad dog.

And Ella was startled at once but stopped at a spot, shivering and watching as her husband drifted close to her.

His eyes were flinting red and the veins in his forehead bulged out like thick wires across soft nylon bag. He dropped his briefcase on the floor, removed his jacket and came at Ella with his fist.

“Please, plea… please I beg of you don’t hurt me,” she pled, her voice shivering, her breath whistling and a hard lump going down her throat like a snowball sloping down the steep of mountain. “I have been asleep. You don’t have to hurt me for having a rest.” She said into his face now as he was closer to her, stooping to her, widening his fist and approaching his hands on her throat to strangle her... “I am yet to recover from your previous battering.

At that he paused, glared at her red, disturbing face, down to her big nipples under her transparent night dress. His fingers lolled between her cleavage, down to her navel and then vagina lines and he noticed her vagina had some thick hairs.

“You pig!” he cursed. Why you are not well shaven, uh? You know that thick vagina of yours is my food and you can’t just keep it clean and inviting for once, uh?” He glared again at the thick hairy vagina that looked like red tomato surrounded by thick black wools. And he smacked his thick lips.

Ella shivered as he touched her hairy vagina with his hands.

“Keep still, cunt!” he barked.

She breathed uneasily now, trying to peer down to his hand to see what he was about doing.

“Oh shit, I need some fuck,” he groaned, allowing her to have a full view of his swollen zipper as a result of the fully bulged penis underneath his trousers that threatened to shoot out. “Get up, fast!” he yelled, dragged her up. He glared at her now and noticed her pale loosed buttocks waggling and rolling under the transparent night dress.

Bang! Bang!

He spanked her buttocks hungrily. ”You have changed within this few days of my absence. I never knew my wife had such big backside, uh. Come on let’s go upstairs and get some healthy fuck.” He dragged her by the arm as they made upstairs. He banged her buttocks once she came in his way.

“Oh gosh!” Ella screamed, shut her eyes and grinned.

***

And Brian overheard her scream close by; just then he sprang to his feet again, advanced to the door, peeped through and saw Ella being dragged like a bag of trash, as they made into the bedroom. He kept staring until the door to the bedroom they entered banged and he flinched, slammed his hand on the wall in rage and stroked his long hair.

“Shit!” he cursed, punched his fist into his palm, fighting the urge to go out there and defend Ella something like punching her husband to the floor, kicking his dirty ass and escaping with Ella; something like staring him in the face and biting off his eyes to make sure he wouldn’t be able to set his eyes on her again; something like teaching him the lesson of his life, a lesson he would never forget in a hurry. But he was handicapped to do nothing and never to show his face. Slowly he writhed in pain as his impatience grew…

***

“Strip now!” he yelled at Ella who stood shivering and rolling her eyes at him.

Although she planned to seduce her husband and keep him busy while Brian escaped out of the building, she never planned to indulge him this way. It was actually working out but in the inverse, extreme way. She never planned to have him indulge him in a crazy, threatening offensive, bodily harm sex. She knew he would never change and since she had agreed to seduce and keep him warm and busy, she expected Brian to be somewhere round the house now, lurking from wall to wall until he escaped out of the premises.

She was stark naked at once under his command; her pale breast feeling cold and aroused that even her very eyes could see her nipples rising and bulging so big and attractive.

“Part your legs!” he ordered and when she remained stubborn to obey he barked yet again, “I say part your leg, pussy!”

Worst of days ahead…