He slides my underwear off, tossing it to where my top is.
And then he grips my jaw. “I got you something.” He says.
My eyes open. I look at him and then at the object in his hand.
I think my words fail me. All I can think is ‘fuck’.
“You won’t come for me.” He says planting a knee between my thighs, stopping them from shutting. “So I had a little think about how to rectify that.”
I gulp staring at the vibrator in his hand. I don’twantto come for him. That’s the point.
He leans over, pouring enough lube across my vagina that I could swim in it. I screw my face up but as always there’s nothing I can do.
He turns it on, his eyes glinting more as it starts to buzz.
“Let’s see how long you can resist this?” He murmurs.
I shake my head. I know it will work. I know he’s going to beat me in this and for once I just want one small part of me, one minuscule bit of what makes memekept to myself. I don’t want him to take this from me.
To take the last of my pleasure. To steal that too.
“Darius.” I plead.
He leans in, placing a hand right by my head to hold himself right above me. “Beg me to make you come.”
“That’s not what I want.” I say back.
He lets out a chuckle, running the damned thing between my lips and I jerk like I’ve been shocked. “It feels good doesn’t it?”
I shake my head more violently.
He does it again, pressing harder this time. “Admit it Rose, admit that you like it.”
“I don’t. I don’t want you. I hate you.”
He grabs my throat, pushing the toy right against my clit at the same time. “We’ll see how you feel when you’re gasping my name.”
I shut my eyes but the pulsing is so strong. My body is throbbing as my blood seems to flush to where it’s being stimulated. I don’t even remember the last time I did come. No, I do, it was with Roman, on his mouth, on that morning before everything went south, when we thought we’d have a lifetime of this, a lifetime of each other.
Roman is gone. I’ll never feel his touch, his love again.
I whimper as he steals that memory too. As he tarnishes it.
He starts circling, tiny little movements that feel so horrifically good.
“There’s a good girl.” He says repeating the words Roman said to me so many months ago, when he too was forcing himself on me, only I wanted him, I wanted him so much.
And I don’t want this.
“Please Darius, please don’t…”
He snarls, rubbing it up and down, stimulating my clit in a way I know is making my body scream for more.
“I want to watch you come.” He says like I give a shit what he wants. “You’re my wife and you’re going to give me this.”
I grip the sheets, I physically try to do everything I can to tell my body to stop this.
“Stop fighting me.” He says. “Stop fighting and just enjoy it.”
