Her Ex-husband’s Wrath

“A-Asher?” I asked nervously when I saw Asher inside my house while sitting on the bed and drinking alcohol. I felt like cold water poured on me and all the fear and nervousness climbed into my body.

“Don’t you remember that now is the result of your test and it said you were clean? So, it’s time to pay me back bitch.” He threw me a piece of paper strewn on the floor that was probably the result of a test.

“Come, Ashley, come to your master,”

I shuddered because I am afraid to approach him. I was afraid of what he could do to me even more and he is already drunk. He also looks scary that any time he can do something bad to me. He is no longer my husband Asher and he was far, far away before.

The one I know now is a criminal that anytime can kill me.

“COME!” I was scared of her scream so I slowly walked closer to her as she started to cry.

“Ash………” I didn’t finish what I was about to say when he suddenly spoke.

“Kneel,” he said while smiling so I shook my head because it’s looked like I already knew what was next. “KNEEL!” I was shocked at what he did next because Asher punched my thigh so I got on my knees in pain and immediately kneel.

I never thought he could do this to me.

“Good girl,” he said as he stroked my hair while I turn writhed in pain because I didn’t expect him to do that to me. I never thought he would hurt me this way which he never did to me.

He stood in front of me then opened the zipper of his pants and released his manhood.

“You know what to do,” he commanded. I hesitate but he slapped me hard and squeezed my face. “Open your goddamn mouth, and don’t make me wait,” he said then he opened my mouth with his finger. He put his finger in and out and moved inside of my mouth then lifted my face and pointed to my open mouth.

“Do it!” he commanded.

I burst into tears and hesitated to do what he wanted me to do. I don’t want to do it but I know that it will only cost me physical pain if I disobey him. I slowly grabbed his shaft and put it in my mouth while crying.

“Ah! Good girl,” he said. “Now move your head and make it faster.” He commanded which I immediately did while continuing to cry.

I move my head up and down. I could see Asher’s eyes blink obviously enjoying as I continued to shed tears and couldn’t believe what my ex-husband was going through.

“Oh fuck.” Then he pressed my head against his size as he tweaked me.

“Urk.” That’s all that comes out of my mouth because I’m having trouble breathing. Asher put more pressure on my head so I fought to somehow catch my breath but he only put more pressure and I felt like the air was no longer entering my body.

My mouth was already full of a mixture of his saliva and his juice as if I was gargling the mixture of them inside my mouth. There was almost no air coming out of my mouth and nose and I felt like I was going to lose consciousness. When he noticed that my eyes were a little fixed, he just let me go.

“Stop it,” he said and pulled my hair to remove his shaft. He pulled my hair and dragged me then pushed me on the sofa. When I didn’t move he completely undressed his bottom as I struggled.

“Asher, waits, I am not ready yet.” Despite the hardship, I was able to beg but a strong slap landed on my cheek that shocked me. “Asher,” I called but another loud slap I got that I felt shook my head. I saw the green stars descending and circling my head. I was dizzy that I couldn’t understand because of that couple of slaps that weakened me.

“You have no right to complain,” he said as he touched my face. “You’re already paid, so all I want you is to follow if you don’t want to mess with me.” Asher grabbed my hair again then pulled me away. I feel like something that doesn’t feel right the way he treats me. He carried me to the small table and there pushed me backward. I fell on the table up to my stomach and turned around.

“Don’t worry, we did this before, remember? But this time I’ll make it harder, fast, and deep so that you can feel what he is doing to you. I was a fool back then because I was doing it with caution and full of love. I forgot that you are a bitch and are used to being brutal by other men. That’s why you’ve missed what they’re doing to you,” he said insultingly.

If he only knew.

If he only knew how happy I am every time he makes me feel that kind of claim. I feel like I am the luckiest woman because I am so important to him. But now it’s not because he is different from before because of what I did.

It hurts to accept but his anger changed him because of what I did. And now he is suffering mentally and so do I in his hands physically and mentally.

“No, please,” I said dizzily while I felt him tears my dress on the back. No, he shouldn’t see, maybe what else will play in his mind. “Please no.” But it’s too late because my clothes were torn completely and I am sure he saw what was on my back

I could feel him stop for a minute. I am sure he is looking at it.

A little silence also prevailed over us. I don’t know what’s playing on his mind but I know he doesn’t like what he sees. I don’t know what went through his mind when he saw it but one thing is for sure, he thinks badly of me.

“This is what you want, this kind of romance. You want him to abuse you. Fuck! I cared about you but he did this to you. Well, what would I expect from a slut like you? Is this what you want? To be hurt for good, then I’ll do it for you.”

I feel his hardness rub to my core which widens my eyes.

Trauma.

Shocked.

Fear.

I can’t explain how I felt when I could feel his greatness and the number of bad things playing in my mind.

Memories that I don’t want to go back but coming back this time. Until I felt Asher enter me at the same a memories from the past came in.

(“Wow! The smoothness of her pussy.”)

(“Jackpot, flawless and tight.”)

(“Wetwew, I can fuck her all night.”)

(“It’s still tight, though she has a husband.” Along with laughter.)

My tears kept flowing. I am already hurt by what is happening to me now. I just want to be with him. Is it wrong to wish that? I thought my return would be ok, I didn’t think that would bring me a calvary.

“Fvck you Ashey!” he shouts while continuing to thrust and stab my ass.

I don’t want this.

Please it’s enough.

I don’t know if anything came out of my mouth and if I have a voice. I just know that’s what the brain is screaming for. He accelerated even more with the stab which further confused my brain and I deliberately lost my sanity.

“You’re fucking tight. Moan, moan for me bitch!” Last word I heard while he chokes me before I finally ran away from my body.

My body could feel what was happening. But my brain doesn’t want to be with me. My brain became numb but my body felt everything. I just closed my eyes to escape this nightmare for a while.