Love's Savage Bonds by Jeb Read Free Book Online Page B

anything, Philip's eyes were even
redder than they’d been before, and Catherine guessed that he’d consumed the
better part of a bottle before coming upstairs to her. Guilt at what he had
done to her? Or for what he had planned? Or was he simply celebrating the planned
disposal of a wife who had made herself dangerously inconvenient?
     
     "The dutiful wife." The
mocking sneer had probably always been in Philip's voice; Catherine cursed
herself for a fool for not having heard it before.
     
    Through wet eyes, she glared at him
over her mouth-filling gag, wondering if, in his foxed state, he even noticed
her seething hatred.
     
    How different this was to the
experience of having laid on a bed, bound and gagged, in Charles' power. It was
with the stranger, the man with the reputation as a ruffian, that she had
actually felt far safer.
     
    Philip came to sit down on the bed,
lazily reaching a hand out to where his wife struggled against Mrs. Williams'
skillfully-tied bonds. He stroked a finger along the crease mark made in her cheek
by the painfully-tied dustrag, wiping her tears across her satin skin.
     
    "It is him, isn't it?" His
eyes were red, and clearly he and Mrs. Williams had shared more than a single
bottle that night. "He found you, and you gave yourself up like a
slut."  He put his hand to her throat, squeezing tightly. "God,
you stink of him."
     
    Gasping, Catherine snarled into her
gag, trying to convince herself that Philip would not really choke her.
     
    And, indeed, his hand left off its hold
on her throat. Instead, he reached down, and began to stroke the inside of her
left thigh. Her leg muscles twitched spasmodically, the bonds chafing her
ankles as she tried to pull away from his touch.
     
    Philip laughed. "What's wrong,
good wife? Are you not warmed by your husband’s affections?" Her outraged
squalling provoked more laughter, and Philip's motions grew more insinuating...
and disgusting.
     
    Oh, God... Charles! She had given up a chance to be with Charles for a
philandering cad and scoundrel. Why on earth should she have taken her marriage
vows seriously when her husband clearly did not? God, if she had it to do over
again, she’d have raped Charles Redmond herself!
     
    Now, Philip rudely hiked her nightgown
up as far as her bonds would permit, and reached to the belt of his trousers.
     
    "Still, I should be relieved. The
wife of my bosom has been returned to me. The least I can do is to welcome her
properly."
     
    Now, tears of rage, not despair,
spilled down onto Catherine’s cheeks. She redoubled her efforts to move away
from the man who had suddenly shown himself for a disgusting monster, and
wished with all her heart she had some means of killing him.
     
    Could a woman be raped by her own
husband ? She knew one thing:
Charles had wanted her...wanted her far more badly than Philip had ever dreamed
of--- and when he'd had her at his mercy, he'd not taken advantage. His
brother, on the other hand, was clearly enjoying this... In fact, it occurred
to Catherine that he seemed more to have more interest in molesting her in her
state as a as a helpless prisoner than he ever had as a wife.
     
     Philip continued to mutter
drunkenly, as Catherine closed her eyes, and she felt his fingers scrabble at
her. There were some grunting sounds, and she felt his weight suddenly sag...
and then she was fighting for breath as all 180 pounds of Philip's weight
collapsed, snoring, on top of her chest.
     
    Catherine gasped into her stifling gag,
trying desperately to catch her breath before Philip's weight smothered her.
She arched her body up from the bed as far as her bonds would permit, trying to
throw him off, while she hummed and buzzed uselessly with her packed mouth to
try and wake him.
     
    Finally, her vision becoming a red
haze, she was able to shift his weight enough to allow her to breathe. It
wasn't enough to throw him off the bed, though, and the drunken man laid an arm
across her chest,