Page 20 of The Nightshade's Bride
"You have a choice, Deliverance. Get on your knees and clean me up. Or get on your knees after I thrash your ass.”
He drew his big cock from his pants, and I shuddered to see it covered in slick streaks of release.
"Or," he said harshly, "would you like to be thrown out onto the moors with the ghosts and pixies? Make your choice quickly. I have business in the morning."
It seemed I must learn to be obedient to survive here at Grayspires Manor, so accordingly I sank to my knees on the hard floor.
I would pretend to be obedient.For now.
As soon as I could, I would find a way to leave my husband. Even if I was penniless, I would find someplace to go. Anywherewould be better. I would be a washerwoman to avoid living withGideon Nightshade.
And so I took his hard member in my hands and began to lower it into my mouth, although my panic increased with each inch. He tasted like a strange mixture of salt and earth, and I gagged as I realized with horror I must be tasting the pleasures he took withAda.
"Deeper,” Gideon ordered.
My eyes watering, I took him in as much as I could, and the great size had barely fit into my mouth when my husband began to thrust roughly in and out. I could only grip onto his pant legs and try desperately to open wide enough to accommodate him.
My jaw fairly ached with his size, and he did not give me any time to rest in between, as drool began to pool all along my lips and drip down the lines of my throat and into my nightclothes.
"You see how weak you are,” Gideon said, in a mockery of gentleness, “You see how you must take everything I give you. How amusing that you have to do this no matter who else I fuck.”
I fought my gag reflex as tears pricked in my eyes.
Then suddenly, he abruptly pulled out and lifted me to my feet, flipping me back onto the bed.
"This is all you are good for," he gritted out, burying himself into me as I gasped with surprise. He smelled like a mix of tobacco and Ada's perfume, and there was a lump in my throat as her delicate floral scent enveloped me.
Every moment with my husband was tainted withher.
His calloused hand gripped my shoulder to keep me in place, and he plunged into me with jerky, harsh strokes, not caring about my sensitive cunny or how roughly he took me.
There was not one speck of tenderness in him.
My husband was an evil, demonic man.
The familiar sticky warm heat filled me, and my shoulders ached where Gideon gripped me.
When he pulled out, he shook his cock over me, splattering me with the last drops of his release.
Inside, I wanted to scream and rage, but I forced myself to only look blankly at him.
"If you can give me an heir, I might be pleased," Gideon said. "Although I have little hope for one from a weak little thing like you."
“Never,” I hissed through gritted teeth, lurching to my knees so his seed streamed down my thighs.
My husband found my distress very amusing, knocking his knee into mine so I fell flat on my back and was forced to stay there until Gideon was sure the release was pooling in my womb and not falling onto the floor.
That night there were no tears. I only lay there, staring at the growing wet spot in the floor. When I stepped on it, my foot sunk in, the wood soggy, sending plumes of rot into my nose.
One day I would be consumed, and whether it was by my husband or Grayspires, I did not know.
The days passed, and I walked only in shade and shadow, avoiding the spreading, sunken place in my room as I paced its narrow confines.
Was I doomed to live this torturous existence for all of my days? Unloved, unknown, forgotten?
Gideontookme when and where he pleased. Sometimes I tried to hide from him, waiting trembling in the library in hopes he would give up and spend the night with his mistress instead.
But it never worked.
