Phone Sex Escape

Disclaimer: This was my November Novella and at one time I was going to submit it for a book, but honestly, it’s too much work self publishing. One day a week I will post another chapter of the story of Johnathan and Haven. Enclosed is graphic sex, violence, sexual abuse, and domination. Enjoy.

One

Haven

I never meant for it to happen. If you were to ask me yesterday if cheating was on my bucket list, I would have laughed in your face. I don’t love my husband, but there are times when I find myself daydreaming about being with another man. Since he was my first and only lover, I feel cheated out of life. What if there is something better out there for me? God, why did I let myself get married at eighteen? A year later, I had the defining moment that everyone talks about when they need something different in their life.

Honey, don’t you think we should start working on that baby?” John asked.

Johnathan St. cloud was a forty-year-old lawyer who spent more time at the office than at home with his young bride. If he gave her a child, then maybe she wouldn’t complain when she was bored.

“But, you said we could travel. I don’t want a child right now, or ever. Kids are too much trouble,” I said.

Haven St. Cloud was like any other spoiled nineteen-year-old girl. She wanted college, parties, and a multitude of men paying attention to her. According to her father, though, she was better off under the watchful eyes of an older man. That’s why he arranged her marriage to a partner in his law firm. She was now out of his home and under the thumb of someone that would keep her from ruining the family name.

“No, I said it’s time for a child, and now, you will toss out the pills, and we will make sure you have one. Get them and bring them to me,” he said. Johnathan held his hand out, fingers calling her forward. The scowl on his face said it all. “You have no choice in this. I married you, so I own you. Get me the god damn pills, now,” he added.

I knew fighting with him wouldn’t get me anywhere. It never did. Stomping off to the bedroom, I grabbed the pills, and before he could ask again, I shoved them into this open hand. I think that was the moment that I knew I hated this man. I didn’t want to be in a marriage to begin with, but I tried to make it work. Well, until now.

“Take them, but I don’t want a baby. I won’t have sex with you anymore, and guess what? I can’t get pregnant if we don’t,” I laughed, my tongue extended to taunt him.

That was the moment that Johnathan snapped for the first time. Tossing the pills in the can next to his desk, he grabbed my arm, twisting it before dragging me off to the bedroom. No more were the gentle liaisons, but for the last month, they became rough and demanding. I never complained because I’d rather fuck than fake love to someone. It was so much easier to be the docile wife, that one who fought his advances.

He threw me on the bed, pulled the jeans from my body, and looked down at me with disgust. I knew he wanted to be married as much as I did. Both of us were slowly learning to hate each other, but neither could stop this farce from happening. Pulling his belt from the loops, he folded the expensive leather. A quick move to the head of the bed and Johnathan bound my wrist together tight. It wasn’t the first time he tied me down, but it was almost demanding and unfeeling.

“Stop this right now. Johnathan, please. I’ll do it. Just let me go,” I lied. There was no way I was letting myself get pregnant with a baby right now. Can you even imagine my perfect 105-pound body swollen like a Thanksgiving turkey? The thought of that sickened me. All through high school, I was the girl everyone wanted to be. Rich, beautiful, and guaranteed to be the next prom queen. I bet all those girls who hated me then don’t envy me now. Even if I could go to college, no one would want to be around me. Being married is so dull. I wanted to cry but won’t give him that satisfaction.

I watched as he popped the button from his pants, yanked his pants down, and pulled out his huge cock. That was the only thing he had going for him. Johnathan has a massive dick with the ability to last for hours when in the mood. I knew that tonight would be quick and painful. Yanking my panties to the side, putting his hand to his mouth to moisten his fingers with spit, he wiped the saliva over my pussy lips to lubricate them. I tried one last time to stop him from doing this even though I knew it would take a few weeks to get my pills from my system.

“Please don’t do this, Johnathan. If you love me, you won’t,” I begged.

With a roar of laughter from him along with his head leaning back, Johnathan lined his cock up and shoved every inch inside of my pussy walls. There was no need for tears or cries for him to stop. When my husband wanted something, he got it the easy way or the hard way. Either way, I am the one who will pay the price for telling him no when it came to sex.

Thrusting into my core, he pulled back to the head each time before burying his cock back inside of my wet walls. I didn’t want to be excited over this, but sometimes the body betrays the soul. Grunts and thrusts deep inside, his hand went to my throat to turn my face away from his. Maybe he couldn’t stand to see the disgust in my face, or perhaps he was more sadistic than I thought. Johnathan pressed his fingers to the side of my neck, holding me. I ached from the way he was bruising the inside of my pussy walls.

“Fucking mine, do you understand that, Haven? You’re fucking all mine, and no one will ever take you away from me. I bought and paid for you,” he grunted.

What the hell did he mean he bought me? I know there was not an exchange of money? My father is a rich and powerful man. He would never take money for the purity of his only daughter. Was this Johnathan’s way of taking me down a little farther? Did he want to break my heart like he was breaking my soul? God, what if there was something deeper to this whole thing than just a professional decision?

Tensing my body the moment I felt him twitch, I know sure signs that Johnathan would cum. He beat his cock into my pussy with a jackhammer speed. The rush of warmth from his cock flooded my pussy with thick and dangerous seed. In another few weeks, this would be the same act that would ruin my life forever. I knew I had to make this the last time he came inside of me.

Spasms, grunts, and jerks of his cock inside of my walls before Johnathan pulled back. He filled my cunt so full that the jizz covered my lips and asshole. When I was finally able to turn my head and look at him, that face made me want to punch him directly in the jaw. A smug look of satisfaction pulled his lips to a grim. He thought he could get me pregnant just by taking away my pills. Men know nothing about the female body other than it’s a place to spill your seed.

“Clean that up. I’m going back to the office but remember. I fucking own you,” Johnathan said.

He released my hands before leaving, put a kiss on my forehead, and was gone. I have never been so happy to have someone leave as I am today. I wanted him so far away from me that I even forgot his name. Of course, I knew this wasn’t possible if I stayed here. I would need to run to get away from this man, but how? I have no money, no car, and no credit cards. My husband takes care of all of that for me. I don’t even know how to be a nineteen-year-old girl without the help of a man.

Hours later, sitting at the computer screen, I found a way to run. I would get a job while he was gone to work. The first ad on like not only brought a giggle to my broken soul but would prove to be the ticket to freedom. I would be a phone sex operator. He could never know that I was doing it, and since he ignored me most of the time, this would be easy money. I didn’t need a bank account to get paid. All I needed was a prepaid debit card and a cell phone. If I were good, I would be gone by the end of the month. Is phone sex cheating?

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