Phone Sex Escape -29-

With business taken care of, and a delivery date set on my package, there is nothing left to do but secure my future. The minute I pull up into the driveway and notice the taxi, I knew Haven has something planned. It’s a pity she won’t just lay down and accept her life without me having to beat it into her. I don’t enjoy being abusive with my wife, but Haven pushes my hand far too often. After tonight, she will have no chance in hell escaping.

“Haven, did you plan on going somewhere?” I asked.

The next few minutes are almost comical. Haven stammered for her words, shaking as I took the bag and tossed it aside. I’m not sure what Haven was thinking, but there is no way I will allow her to escape before she is pregnant. With the door closed behind us, I will make sure that she realizes that leaving tonight is impossible.

“I was going to take you to dinner, but this thing you did right here,” using my finger to point to the bag, “is not acceptable. All I wanted was a night alone with you, but you fucked it all up as usual.” All of that is a lie, but Haven doesn’t need to know that. I thrive on making this bitch feel bad.

As I walk in, reaching out, my hand knots in her long red hair, pulling her toward the bedroom on my way. I don’t even feel like fucking tonight, but this not a job for a weak man. When I took vows to this whore, I swore that it would be until death do us part, and tonight, I might get my wish.

“JOHNATHAN, STOP! Please don’t do this. I’m sorry,” Haven screamed. Kicking her legs, her hands grabbed everything she could reach on the way to the bedroom—a crash of furnishings left in their wake.

“You’re my wife, and it’s time that you realized that you agreed to make sure I am happy when you married me. I’m not happy,” I said, my voice condescending. With my free hand, I pushed the door open, tossing Haven in the middle of the floor. I looked down at her, my face lacking emotions, “Take it all off and get on the bed. Tonight, you will get what you’ve always deserved.”

Huddled in a ball by the bed, Haven knew that if she didn’t give in, he would make her life a living hell. Standing, she pulled the shirt over her head, screaming, “Is that what you want?” Next, she yanked her pants down, looking over with disgust, “Is the only way you can fuck a woman is to take it?” All of her words insulting, Haven knew the way to push a button. She was a manipulator when it came to acting like a victim.

I shrugged, honestly not amused or impressed. Any man would be crazy not to find her attractive, but I didn’t. It was the mouth that ruined it every time for me, but tonight, I would make sure that mouth was the last thing I heard. “Get on the bed, lay on your stomach, and put your arms out,” in a flat voice, I instructed Haven.

Haven threw herself on the bed, her arms out but legs tight together. “Well, get this shit over with already,” she said.

I threw my head back, laughing. Tonight might be fun, after all. I grabbed the roll of duct tape, moving to the bed to place my knee in the center of her back. Haven’s cry was silenced by the adhesive that now sealed her mouth shut. She isn’t good at head anyway, so why waste my time? Next, I made sure her arms are bound to the head of the bed. If she knew what I am going to do, Haven would never have complied with my demands.

Her head face-first on the bed, Haven sobbed through her bindings. She knows the pain that’s coming her way, and now she has no way to resist.

“You see, I honestly thought we could do this the easy way. I fuck you, you get pregnant, and I divorce you,” I said. I sighed as I pulled the vial from the cold pack. The syringe is already filled and ready. Haven is going to suffer before I knock her up. As I arrange the vial next to me, I smeared her ass with lube, forcing a couple of fingers inside of her. I don’t have to hear her scream to know she is. Hell, the way I am stretching my fingers apart, I know she is in pain. I want this bitch not to be able to move for days after the process.

“You remember how easy this could be for you,” I laughed. Using the hand with the lube covering it to moisten my cock, the head’s aimed for her asshole, and with one stroke, I am inside. It’s at this point that I felt her body go into a state of rigor. Haven is strangling my cock with her anal walls. My hands on each ass cheek, pulling her apart to watch. God damn, she might be the one getting punished, but my cock is taking a beating trying to break down her walls for an easy entrance. Using all my force, I thrust into her asshole, the bed moving with each one. Tonight, I might break this bitch off the foundation with the anger built up inside of me.

I pull my hand back, the first slap connecting with her left cheek. The right is soon to follow with a welt of its own. “You fucking dirty bitch. Nothing is ever fucking easy with you but after tonight. You’ll pay for what you’ve done to me,” I growl. Holding tight, each slam into her asshole deeper, I don’t pull back until I can see the gap when my dick’s removed. “Jamison is a better fuck than you will ever be, and Maria, that bitch sucks me off and thanks me for allowing her to swallow. You give me nothing but fucking grief,” I scream. Waves of cum filling her ass. Each time I pull back, a gush flows from her hole. Gasping, I catch my breath, looking down at the damage, “Fuck if that isn’t a beautiful sight.

I stay inside until completely dumped inside of her asshole, reaching over to grab the syringe. She’s soaked from my fucking her ass, so that makes the entrance of the vial easier. A thick shot of sperm sent into her gripping pussy walls. I wipe her off with her hoodie, using the same tape to close up her cunt. None of that shit is getting out. Not if I can help it.

“Now,” I say, moving off the bed, “You just lay there and relax. I’m not done for the night, but I need a shower and some dinner right now.” I reach down, slap her ass and leave her with her thoughts. It didn’t have to be like this, but you will get burned when you piss off the Devil.

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