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She was not allowed to dry herself and she began to shiver. He pushed her into the lounge and kicked her as she fell. She curled up in a ball but he started to pound at her, angry that she was pulling away from him.
He dragged her to her knees till she was on all fours. He knelt behind her, held on to her hair each side of her head as if it were reins. He pulled her head up tight and before she could yelp he held the knife to her throat. She knew it would cut her if she pushed against it so she tried to relax. Then he pushed his hard cock into her ass.
No warning, no lube, no easing it in. Just a hard thrust, punching through the two sets of muscles, pain searing her, she was sure he had split her open. She bucked in agony, her head fell forward and she felt a sting followed by a warm feeling.
She had cut herself on the blade. He held it still, daring her to move again as he pounded into her ass. She ached, she was ashamed at such violation, she was cold. Her nipples stuck out further but not through excitement. He began to build up speed, he was so deep inside her, she knew he was going to cum.
Please, no, please, don't let him cum inside her. The thought petrified her, the degradation and the danger! He got faster and harder and then she heard him grunt. She could not move but she wanted to be sick. With a few final pushes his orgasm began but he pulled out of her at the last minute and spurted his hot semen all over her ass cheeks and her back. He banged his cock on her, wiping the remaining drops off his shaft, smearing her, marking her as his property.
His hand at her neck relaxed, dropped away. He stood, zipped himself up. She dare not move though she was shaking. She heard a scraping noise, a cluttering and then the patio door closing.
It took some minutes before she was brave enough to look up. She glanced around, looking for him but all she noticed was that her silver photo frames and candle sticks were missing. She stood gingerly and looked over the house. He had gone but so had some of her jewellery and a joint credit card. She went upstairs and stood under the scalding shower till it ran cold. She climbed into bed, staring at the ceiling. She was numb. She was empty. His touch would never leave her. She was damaged goods now.
In the morning she would scrub the house from top to bottom to erase every last molecule of him.
He had returned, taken everything he had ever placed in her house, taken her dignity. But he had left his mark. And later, when cleaning the bathroom, she saw that he had also left something else.
Her head swam, she tried to make sense of it all. The argument in the week; the anger; the accusations; the resignation. Things had seemed stale between them for a long time, She was not sure they could get back the intensity, the excitement She thought they were both resigned to the fact it was over and had expected him to return for his clothes and stuff one day next week while she was at work. But now, all bad thoughts gone in an instant. She saw his cherished gold ring that she had bought him for their 4th anniversary. It was hidden just out of plain sight but knowingly placed where she would find it that day.
He and her belongings would all be back in their rightful place by the end of the day. And she would once again belong to him. A new beginning.
Edited Mon 26 Mar 07, 9:37 PM by candle_in_the_wind
| 26 Mar 07, 9:40 PM stormy_1 UK(EH), 6 yrs |
Thank you, i've been waiting all afternoon for the final installment!!!
brilliant story, painful in places but brilliant, well written and well done as i told my doctor, when i die i will be happy, brown, a fag in one hand and a G&T in the other!!! |
| 27 Mar 07, 12:08 AM HobGothlin 5 yrs  |
Most excellent! |
