Page 22 of Silent Ties

I sink into the mattress and he begins pushing the plug into my ass. The fullness, mixed with his hands on my clit, has me coming in seconds.

And just like that he kisses my forehead, smacks my ass, and stands up. Without his body propping me up, I fall backward onto the floor.

“Seriously?” I ask. For a second I return to the mouthy motherfucker I used to be. He scowls in response, fidgeting with his sleeve cuff. “Going to meet your parents with a butt plug in. How original.”

My stomach clenches, realizing the mistake immediately. Dark, cold eyes narrow as he unzips his pants. I’m still on the floor, but he takes me by the shoulder so there’s no mistake about what he wants.

“Now,” he demands.

Like the good girl that I am, I lean forward, licking from the crown to his balls. It’s not fast enough. A hand digs into my hair and I choke on his cock. He fucks me ruthlessly, his crown hitting the back of my throat.

I hang onto his thighs. He’s rough yes, but this is animalistic. My eyes burn and my lipstick smears.

“You had an opportunity to be a good girl.” Each word is accompanied by a thrust. My already sensitive pussy clenches. I’m nothing but one big mess. Lube on my ass, arousal sticking to my thighs and my perfectly placed makeup destroyed. “But admit it, wife, you don’t like being a good girl.”

My jaw hurts but he goes on, thrusting in and out. He’s actually angry or maybe he’s done a better job of hiding it the past few weeks.

“You like being punished.”

My thighs rub together. Fuck him for being right.

“Like having my cock fuck your mouth.” He won’t slow down and spit collects at the corners of my mouth. “My own personal dirty whore. Just how I like.”

His fingers painfully tighten in my hair and just when I think he’ll come his cock slips from my mouth with a pop.

The buttons on my pajama top pop off and his large hand wraps around himself, brutally jerking himself off. Cum streams across my chest.

I sit back on my heels, trying to catch my breath, my thighs squeezing together. His face is dark, his jawline sharp.

The fire in his eyes hasn’t diminished, though. “Is going to my parent’s house covered in my cum original enough?”

My mouth tumbles open. “You can’t be serious.”

He tucks himself into his pants, ignoring me.

“Maxim.”

He blinks.

Have I ever said his name outside of sex?

Other than his small pause, it holds no effect. He heads into the bathroom, washing his hands.

The reality falls around me. We’re already running late. I’m covered in his cum. I need to pick a dress that will hide it.

I can’t believe this bastard but my mind is already warped towards my situation.Don’t be surprised what happens when you play with the devil.

And that’s exactly who my husband is. . . the motherfucking devil.

CHAPTER 7

Russet

An hour later I’m in a long sleeve, high-necked black dress (thank god it’s winter) and doused with copious amounts of perfume. Neither the fabric nor the fragrance covers my paranoia. Maxim is nothing but cool, calm, and collected as he drives his Porsche.

It’s the first time I’m playing passenger princess and I can’t say I like it.

“Do you think I’m a bad driver?” We’re headed towards an area where rich people live when they want to be close to the city, but not actually deal with the city. Naturally, my broke ass has never been.