He wasted no time with foreplay slamming himself into me. I felt full, tears taking me hostage me, and my damn big mouth.
He pulls out thrusting again, this is not sex it's punishment and it hurts.
"This is how I treat whores. Do you like it Emily?"
"No " I mumble "Please stop"
What's my damn safe word?
Violet
"Violet Nickolai" I sob as he picked up the pace, plunging harder, deeper almost violent. I am sore, his hand stopping the circulation of blood to my wirst.
"Safe word I am revoking your use of the safe word, you only deserve this." his voice mocking, his pace increasing he seems to grow bigger, longer inside me. Was such a thing even possible?
White spots blur my vision I was going to pass out nodding my head.
"Please Sir stop. I am your fiancee and soon to be your wife, my body belongs to you now please violet"
He pulls out rolling off of me his body tight stretched, I guess he wasn't enjoying his barbaric behaviour no more than I did.
"Go make us some breakfast Emily"
He didn't have to tell me twice dragging the duvet off the bed, wrapping it around me, padding quickly down the corridor. Ms Kent hasn't awoken as yet I should check on my mother but I can't face her not right now leaning against the kitchen wall. I try to breath, my core thumping with pain and with a hint of pleasure.