Vengeful Husbands Book 1 Rock

by Jordan Silver

  She slammed her pussy back so hard on my cock it bent in half. “Easy baby, easy!” She was crying and screaming and I’m sure she wasn’t aware of all that she was saying. I got to my toes and fucked high into her upturned pussy, hitting the back of her cunt with each thrust. I finally slammed through the spongy surface of her cervix into her womb.

  The pain was exquisite as that tight ring snapped down around my cock and my shit became a water hose. “Good damn fuck.” My whole body went up in flames and I had to bite my tongue to hold back my own words.

  I rode out my climax with my hand wrapped tight around her throat. I heard her fighting for breath as I came down and eased up off her neck. We were both spent and out of breath, but I had something planned for this evening that I refuse to put off.

  Reaching over to the other side of the mattress I picked up one of the things I’d got out of the goodie drawer. Her hand went to her throat to feel the collar I locked in place around her neck. “This doesn’t come off; ever.”

  I slapped her hip and pulled out of her pussy, dragging dick and cunt juice out onto the sheets. “I’m going to get cleaned up. You are going to put these on.” I tossed her the boy shorts I’d taken from the drawer along with the lube and plug and headed to the bathroom while she put them on.

  She didn’t even mention getting cleaned up; she knew better. If I wanted her clean I would’ve taken her with me. She knows I like leaving my scent on her, especially when we were going out in public. There’s nothing better for keeping assholes away from your woman than covering her in your scent.

  I took a quick wash-up in the shower before joining her in the bedroom. Since the evening was going to be casual I chose a pair of black chinos and a neck-less long sleeved white cotton shirt.

  She stood at the side of the bed looking down at her white boy shorts with pink writing. She is a girly girl after all. I knew very well the words she was trying to read upside down. “It says ‘loved, collared, owned’.” Her hand went to the collar around her neck and she blushed.

  “Why don’t you turn around and look in the mirror?” What she saw was more writing splashed across her ass. ‘Property of Rock’. She ran her hands over the words and I saw the secret little smile she thought she was hiding. She went to her drawer and took out a bra. “No bra. I want to see your tits.” I went through the his and her closet where she’d hung most of her stuff looking for something for her to wear.

  It was all crap but I did find a cute little summer dress in yellow. It was a halter top with a wide skirt that flared out from the waist. Very pin-up dollish. “Here wear this.” She took the dress from my hand and stepped into it. I walked around behind her and tied it in a way that it did not get tangled with her collar.

  I ran my hands down her arms to her hips and looked into her eyes in the mirror. “Leave your hair, and your face. I like that ‘just fucked’ look you’re wearing.” I bit her jaw and smacked her ass as I walked away to find my loafers.

  I took her shopping. It’s something I’ve been dying to do since our first time together. Her parents for whatever reason made her dress like an old maid. Plus she hated her ass so she went the extra mile by wearing things that were too loose on her slender frame.

  Now I can finally dress her the way I’ve always imagined. I wasn’t interested in her looking like a streetwalker. Some things are for my eyes only. But I’ve always believed that if a woman felt sexy in her own skin it went a long way to building her self-confidence.

  I must’ve heard ‘oh Rock, I can’t possibly wear that’ a hundred times, and that was only in the first store. Some she balked at even going through the door, but since I kept her hand in mine and led the way, she had no choice.

  She was red for the five hours or so we were in and out of stores and I pushed her boundaries even farther by having her model the clothes I chose for her in the store, to be sure I liked how they looked on her. She might’ve been blushing but I know when my baby is having fun, and she had finally relaxed enough to do just that.

  By the second or third store she was the one reaching for my hand and dragging me along behind her; she’d caught the bug. She also liked the fact that she was the only woman who had her man’s full attention while she shopped. There was no sitting reading the newspaper while she shopped, I was right there with her every step of the way.

  I bought her the most scandalous bikinis for the pool. Shit that I knew would become transparent when wet. Her cheeks stayed pink but I didn’t miss that twinkle in her eye. “Yep, this one will get you fucked in the water for sure.” It was basically a few strings holding three miniscule triangles together. Of course those were for in the evenings when the staff was gone and we had the place all to ourselves. I could already see her spread out on one of the lounge chairs with my dick pounding in and out of her.

  Next I took her to a specialty lingerie- shop and got some crotch-less panties and bras without nipples and all the racy shit I wanted to see her in when we played. I held her hand the whole time I was choosing them and she tried to hide her face in my chest when the sales lady came over to help. I bought some more special toys to add to the collection, and arranged to have all our purchases delivered.

  While we’d been shopping I kept her primed and on edge. I’d touch the sides of her breasts when I put my arm around her before lowering it to her waist. Or I’d let my hand slip down to her ass for a quick squeeze as we walked from one store to the next and leave it there.

  She finally got comfortable with the silver plug in her ass and had stopped whining for me to take it out after the first hour of walking around. I guess she needed to get use to having something stuffed in her ass again. But it was the little whispers in her ears that really did the trick. She’d been so starved for affection and praise that it was like adding water to a dying plant.

  “I need to feed you now baby.” We’d been at it until it was time for the little shopping area in the town square to close for the day. She looked at me like she thought I was going to whip out my cock and feed it to her there on the sidewalk, making me laugh. “Not that, later. Right now we both need food. You wore me out last night and today and my poor man’s body needs sustenance.”

  “Did not.” She punched my shoulder and blushed through her laughter. The sound rushed through me like a babbling brook and I squeezed her hand and kissed her forehead. There was still so much that we needed to say to each other, so much hurt that had yet to be addressed. But for that one moment, it was as if time stood still and nothing else mattered.

  In the car I kept my hand on her thigh as I drove, inching the hem of her dress up with my fingertips. “Open your legs wider.” Her legs damn near flew open as my little exhibitionist looked out at the passing cars. I sped ahead of the few cars on the road and raised her skirt until it was around her waist and her face went beet red even though there were no other vehicles around.

  I ran a finger up and down her slit as I pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant I was taking her to for dinner. I stopped the car and started to get out and she reached for her dress. “Leave it.” She dropped her hands at her sides and I got out and came around to her door to let her out.

  17

  Rock

  The dress fell into place when she stepped out and tottered just a little bit on the new heels I’d bought her. Nothing too high, but just enough to be feminine. I like the look of a woman’s calves in heels, but I didn’t want her hurting herself. Plus her tiny frame and the fact that she only came up to my chest was one of the things that kept my cock hard. That shit just brought out the protective male in me.

  I kept my arm around her as we headed inside and ignored the looks. It was the first time we’d been out in public since my return, and I wasn’t sure who knew what about our situation; but I knew everyone we passed knew her, knew who she was; just as they knew who I was. I’m sure word would get around soon if it wasn’t already out. Might as well get used to having people’s full attention on us like this.
This town does like to suck up to the rich and as of two days ago I am now the wealthiest man here. Somehow that didn’t mean as much as having her on my arm did.

  There were more than a few questioning looks thrown our way, with more than a little curiosity. But there was no mistaking our relationship since I had my hand on her ass and pretty much crowded her as we waited to be seated.

  I didn’t acknowledge anyone as we followed the host to our table. I sat her in the booth and slid in beside her instead of taking the seat across from her. My hand went back to her thigh and I ran my fingertips from her knees up to her crotch, even when the waitress came over to take our drink order.

  She was tense and almost jumped out of her skin when I teased her clit through the soft cotton of her underwear. I ordered a bottle of champagne before turning my attention back to her. She fidgeted around on her seat trying to get comfortable with the plug in her ass. I pressed harder against her clit and nibbled her ear. “Your ass needs stretching princess. When I took you there last night I thought I was gonna tear you.”

  “When we get home I’ll eat your little pussy and make it all better.” She perked right the fuck up at that and I felt the crotch of her panties get wetter against my finger. “Umm, I can smell your heat. Maybe I should take you into the restroom and do you.” I like teasing her like that, knowing that the idea would excite her even as it scared the shit out of her.

  “Rock!” she whined and hid her face in my neck, but I felt the tip of her tongue lick the skin there and my cock jumped and pushed against my zipper. “Touch me.” Her hand fell into my lap under the table and landed right on my hard cock. She teased me with slow strokes with the palm of her hand and my boy stretched and pulsed beneath the warmth of her hand.

  “Can you feel how much he wants you?” I wonder how long it was going to take before this hunger was halfway sated. Before I was able to go at least five or six hours without needing to be inside her, touching her, loving her.

  “I’m gonna bring you off baby, you might want to bite something.” I flicked her clit hard before slipping my finger under the leg of her panties and pushing two fingers inside her. Her moan was low and husky and she moved against my hand trying to get more inside her. I teased her with short little jabs of my fingertips before sinking them in deep while strumming her clit with my thumb.

  She squeaked and bit my neck as her breath hastened and her legs tightened and closed around my hand, trapping it there until she came down. I pulled my fingers out of her and sucked them into my mouth as the waitress returned with the champagne. Ashley shook like a leaf in a high wind as the young lady poured the champagne and took our orders.

  Her skin had that nice flush that was hard to miss and the way her nipples beaded against her dress was evidence of her arousal, if anyone was looking. I kept after her clit even while we sipped champagne and talked. I asked her about her life while I was gone, being sure to avoid any mention of the Jeff prick. I didn’t want to spoil the mood.

  She told me how she’d escaped with school and how she’d chosen an accelerated masters degree that allowed her to do the whole thing in five years instead of having to do her BA first and separately. I’d forgotten how smart she is under all the uncertainty and insecurities her parents and this town had fostered in her.

  “That was smart baby. I’m glad you thought of it. I still don’t understand why you never tried to find me when you turned twenty-one. Or any time in the past five years.” I guess I’d held that shit in as long as I could. And though I hadn’t planned on bringing that shit up here, I couldn’t hold back the words.

  She bit into her lip and looked down at the table. “I didn’t want my dad to hurt your family. I know him; he would’ve destroyed everyone just to get his way. I couldn’t let that happen. I lo…” She blushed and cut herself off. I studied her without saying a word for the longest time.

  “Finish it.” She peeped up at me through her lashes and chewed on that lip until I pulled it from between her teeth. “Finish what you were going to say.” She squirmed and held her breath when I pressed down on her clit and slipped a finger beneath the leg of her panties again. “I love you too much to let him destroy you.” She said all the words in a rush so that they ran together.

  I turned her face to mine and kissed her right there where I was sure about ninety-nine percent of the eyes in the place were on us. I kissed her long and slow, teasing her tongue with mine before pulling away and making her chase it. All the while I fingered her pussy and brought her off, catching her groans in my mouth this time.

  I left her pussy long enough to let her eat once our food came, but kept my hand on her thigh. We were almost through with dinner when trouble struck. She was finally relaxed enough to lose the slight tension from her limbs and enjoy herself even though we were under a microscope, when I saw it as soon it come through the door.

  It was written in the look in the eyes of the woman who came toward our table. There was no time to prepare, or even to evade it before the woman wrapped her arms around my neck and tried to plant her lips on mine. “What the fuck?” I knew who she was, knew her face, but I hadn’t seen her since a few days after I’d left her in the country club more than five years ago.

  I pushed her away as I felt the ice coming off my woman next to me. My hand was still on her thigh and she tried pulling away until I dug my fingers in and held her in place. I gave Ashley a stern look to settle her little ass down before turning back to the intruder.

  “Hi, what’s your name again?” I wasn’t trying to be an ass; I really didn’t remember her name. Back then names weren’t that important to me. I wasn’t looking for a relationship just a fuck, until I met Ashley. The woman in front of me didn’t look too pleased but she played it off, even though I noticed her smile slip a little.

  “Don’t be silly. Oh I see, you have to pretend for your little girlfriend here. Why don’t you give me a call when you’re not babysitting?” She ran her finger down my chin to my chest before walking away. I guess she’d call what she was doing a sashay, but it didn’t do anything for me. She turned once she was a few tables away and blew me a kiss.

  I knew Ashley was pissed, but I waited to see what move she was going to make. Her little face was pinched tight and there were kill lights in her eyes. She dropped her fork and refused to eat. “I want to leave.” Well shit! I’d forgotten all about our audience but the way her eyes combed the room with a look of embarrassment brought them back to mind.

  “Pick up your fork and eat. You haven’t eaten since breakfast.” She’d barely had some fruit on the run for lunch while we were shopping.

  “I’m not hungry.” She pouted and looked ready to cry. I could give into her need to be pissed, but I’m fucked if I will.

  “I didn’t ask, eat. And before you lose your damn mind, I didn’t sleep with her since my return.” I could give her that much for now.

  “I know about you and her. I saw you two together remember?”

  “Yes, that was before you and I met. I haven’t slept with her since.”

  “But you slept with others.” Is that the bee under your bonnet?

  “You chose your dad over me. What did you expect?” I glared at her but when she opened her mouth I cut her off.

  “We’re not doing this here. Now eat, or I’ll force feed you in front of all these people.” Her stubborn ass didn’t move.

  I tugged the bell on her collar making it jingle. “I have the leash in the car. Would you like me to walk you out of here on your leash?” She looked like she was going to have a heart attack. “Is that a yes or no?” She was beginning to piss me off.

  “No.” She mumbled the word grudgingly before picking up her fork. I looked towards the door where the woman had disappeared deep in thought. That whole scene smacked of a set-up, but I couldn’t focus on it right now because I had to deal with her shit. She picked at her food enough to keep me off her ass but she didn’t say another word. I paid the bill and walked her out to th
e car. The evening had been ruined.

  18

  Rock

  Because I hadn’t done anything wrong and because I refuse to let anyone else interfere in my life, I ignored her pique and kept my hand on her pussy all the way home. She ran up the stairs once we got back to the house but I took my time heading up. Her little ass would get over it soon enough, I wasn’t worried.

  I headed straight for the shower and washed the day off. She waited ‘til I was done to go run a bath and I ignored her sulking ass. She knew I wasn’t a eunuch before we met and she knew my appetites when she shook her head no when I asked her to come with me. Though I understand why she did what she did, the shit’s complicated.

  She came out of the bath in high dudgeon. I guess she’d had some time to think in the steam or some shit because she was loaded for bear. I reached for her and she rebuffed me. She actually slapped my hand away. “What the fuck did you just do?”

  I got up off the bed and confronted her.

  She stepped back and I could see her fighting to hold her ground. “I don’t want you to touch me. You want a child, then we’ll have sex when I’m at my most fertile…” I wrapped a hand behind her neck and pulled her face toward mine.

  “I fuck, when I want to fuck. I’m on nobody’s fucking timetable.” I couldn’t believe she’d come at me with that bullshit. Like I was the kind of motherfucker to fuck on someone else’s say so. “I told you I didn’t fuck her get the fuck over it and move on. You come in my face with anymore of this stupid shit and it’s gonna be your ass.”

  “How do I know that you didn’t?”