True Control 4.2 by Willow Madison Read Free Book Online Page B

him sleep…not wake the monster…I’m trying to joke to myself?!…so not funny!
    I stand over the bed, putting my hand on his dark, soft waves. I gently rub his head, “Max…come to bed, sweetie…”
    He’s awake in an instant, rolling over and grabbing me with him. He’s on top of me before I can even squeal at the sudden movement. “You want me to come to bed, baby?” I only nod. I don’t know if he can see me even.
    I can’t see his face, his shoulders block the light from the hallway. But I can hear the edge in his voice still. I’d hoped waking him quietly, gently…a foolish hope that he’d respond gently too.
    I feel his hand inside my robe, pushing it open. I can feel him hard against my leg already. I can’t help myself. My body is a traitor. I respond and arch to meet his hand between my legs. He roughly shoves two fingers in, his knuckles punching against me. I cry out, but he only repeats the slamming in and out several times. I know better than to try closing my legs. I’ve made that mistake before. I don’t resist. I just cry out with each thrust. He finally pulls his fingers out and I shudder with pain…and that traitorous wet excitement I always feel with his touch, good or bad.
    “On your belly.” I try to obey, but my robe is trapped under us. He lifts off a little and I get my arms out. I slowly roll over. He grabs my hair and yanks my head back. “Spread your legs, whore.” He hasn’t called me that…not since that night. I know he thinks I betrayed him again tonight. I open my legs. He laughs. “You can do better than that.” I open further and he lets go of my hair.
    “I’ll give you a choice, little girl.” I shiver hearing his words. I thought he’d move to be between my legs, not leave me exposed like this. “I promised not to beat you…tonight anyway. But that doesn’t mean that I won’t hurt you.” I muffle a little cry into the bed. “But I’ll give you a choice now. I plan to beat you with the buckle of the belt…up and down.” His fingers trace goose bumps from my legs to my shoulders. I shake and cry into the bed more. “But I’ll relent…only beat you with the leather…if you tell me now that you deserve to be fucked hard in your ass. Like a good little whore needs.”
    Oh God. He did this on our honeymoon. I remember the pain. But…but he’s never hit me with the buckle before…I can’t take that…I can’t. “Please…”
    “Please, what, little girl?”
    I can’t say it. He’s made me beg for punishment before. He’s made me tell him exactly what I did wrong to deserve his anger. But this… “Please…”
    “I’m losing patience, Lucy…you’ve just earned the buckle on your ass no matter what you say…wanna save your pretty back and legs that pain? Then tell me what you deserve, whore.”
    “Please…do…do my bottom…” I know better than to curse, to say it the way he did. Even in my rabbit holed-brain, I know better than to anger him more that way. I push my mind away, trying to not feel his body move to be above me, between my legs.
    But I feel everything. There’s no escape. He spreads my cheeks with his thumbs. I can feel the tip of his hard cock against me and I try to squeeze my body smaller, away. He laughs. “Go ahead. Tense up. I’ll only like it more.” He pushes a little, but not in. “I’m not going to make this easy on you, whore. I’m not going to make you wet. I want this to hurt.” He pushes in fast and hard.
    I scream. I’m being ripped apart. A searing pain, I try to push up and get him off. I don’t have control over myself, it’s instinct to fight against this pain. But he doesn’t budge. His legs stay locked next to me, his cock buried deep. He shoves my arms down and holds me against the bed. “I like when you move. Pushes me in deeper.”
    He pulls out a little and I cry more. He’s almost out and I take big gulps of air and hair, my face smashed to the side, my hair covering me. “Tell me