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| Elven_Eyes |
You stupid, cold bitch, he thought.
It had dragged on for months. She was selfish, demanding, sullen, standoffish, spoiled, lazy. She was heartless. She was impossible.
He had had enough. Her behaviour could not continue. He had been kind, accommodating, patient, and considerate for a dozen weeks, and she had not breathed a word of thanks. The bitch was wallowing, and it was going to stop. Now.
She came home in her usual strop. She flopped out of her coat and slung her handbag across the dining table. She stamped down the hall to fling her uniform into the hamper and then, in her slouchy pajamas at 6:30pm, she hunkered into the couch and flicked on the TV, staring mindlessly at a Friends re-run.
"Eve, love, I would like to have a little chat if you're free."
"Why?" she snapped.
"We need to talk about your behaviour."
"What have I done wrong now?" she demanded, never taking her eyes from the screen.
Adam walked to the wall and switched off the socket.
"Hey!" she protested, leaping up form the couch. Without a word, he backhanded her across the face. She reeled back and collapsed on the sofa.
"Shut up."
"Adam!" she looked up at him, shocked as much as hurt.
He did not say another word but wrapped his hand in her hair and dragged her, whimpering in protest, through to the bedroom. Once there, he pushed her onto the bed. She curled into an appealing pose, knees to her chest and arms wrapped around herself, instinctively adopting a vulnerable pose to encourage his protection. One at a time, he dragged her limbs to the four corners of their bed and the shackles, long disused, attached to the frame.
"Adam, I am so sorry-" she began, but he slapped her sharply across the mouth and then applied duct tape to her mouth.
"I told you to shut up. Cunt." He knelt astride her torso, looking down into her eyes. With a terrible deliberate pace, he drove his fist into her stomach. Her breath left her body and she tried to curl into a ball, tried to gasp with her mouth taped shut. “You are going to listen.”
Her eyes welled tears almost immediately in reaction to her stinging face, her aching stomach. He hadn't ever struck her in anger, always in 'scene'- but he had taped her mouth, she couldn't tell him she wasn't in the mood to play. She couldn't safe word.
He pulled his multi-tool from his back pocket and opened the knife. Light from the bedside lamp danced across the blade, shimmering in her teary eyes. He lowered the knife until the cold was resting against the skin of her throat.
“Listen to me, you heartless bitch.” Though held immobile, she managed to cower. “You've punished me long enough. You are done spewing venom. You will take your punishment, and when you are truly sorry, then I may be able to forgive you.” His eyes were lost in shadow. “And you will be sorry.”
He began to draw the blade, and thread of blood welled against her pale skin. Suddenly, he struck. She squeezed her eyes closed against the sight of his arm raised, and the sound of the tearing pillow filled her ears. She whimpered, eyes shut against the terror. That cold knife met her shoulder, and then lightly traced her collar bone. He slid the tip under the neck of her oversized sleeping shirt. This too tore under the blade, until she was naked from neck to navel. He pulled her shirt open, exposing her breasts. Her shirt hung in tatters around her shoulders and upper arms.
"I loved you. I gave you everything I had to give. It was never enough."
Eve whimpered, eyes still shut. Perhaps, if she made enough of a show of fear, he would finish sooner.
There was a rattling clinking sound, new to her. For the first time in her life, she felt the bite of nipple clamps. She cried out, the sound muffled by tape. Her eyes opened, trying to see what Adam had planned.
"You sucked me dry and broke everything we had."
Next he took his knife to her waist band. Her stomach quivered at the cold. She was so afraid, she thought she might be sick. Adam cut through the draw string, the elastic, the soft jersey cloth. Slowly, the sound chilling her to her core, he split the left leg of her trousers, then the right. Everything was exposed now, her breasts, her pussy.
"Maybe, if you feel something like the pain I've felt, we can both be rid of it."
Then, she heard it- a low buzz. Dear god, she thought, let it be a vibrator.
It wasn't.
"Nothing can repair us, Eve. But maybe after tonight we can start afresh."
| 14 Dec 10, 10:24 PM xxMoyaxx UK, 24 mths  |
O.M fucking G !!!!!!!!!! Loved it!!
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