Sex And Fantasies

Slavery

ENTRY 2.2 *** Gayle's POV Saturday morning, I wake up early to clean his house—yes, his house. Like he always said to my face. I must not break anything inside his house or else he will beat me to death. I want to smile at that. He beats me always, what’s new? And here I am, staying for him as his slave, not as his wife. He told me that he already loves me—but why he can’t forgive me? “Sweetie—ops, your maid is here.” I stopped cleaning the carpet and looked at them—at my husband and the woman beside him. I want to throw the vacuum cleaner toward the woman’s face to wipe off her devilish grin but I held myself. “You knew she’s not my maid,” Liam said and kissed the woman on the lips which makes me look away. My vision started to blur as tears formed in my eyes. I was about to walk away when Liam stopped me. “Where are you going?” I turned to their side and met his eyes. I don’t care if he sees my teary eyes. “I-I will cook for—” “No, come with us. I want to show you—” “I will cook food for your guest—” “I said NO!” Liam shouted and approaches me with his bigger steps. He grabbed me in the arm harshly. “Why can’t you just listen to me?!” he uttered. And I saw how his perfect jaw clenched as anger lingers in his eyes. “You still dared to defy my orders?” I tried to let go of his grip but it was too tight. “I-I’m sorry—” I didn’t finish my words when the woman slapped me on the cheek which makes some of my hair cover the side of my face. “Pathetic bitch!” the woman uttered. I pressed my lips to prevent myself from crying and met Liam’s eyes. “Okay…” I surrender. “Show me what it is,” I managed to reply. And how foolish I am not to know what it is? Liam dragged me in his arm as the woman follows until we reach the second floor of his penthouse.

He opened his room and pushed me inside as he pulls the woman by her waist. “Now, Gayle, watch her while she will ride me as you did to your best fr—” “Liam…” I whispered. “Don’t you dare divert your eyes away from us,” he warned. And there they are, they started to pleasure each other like hungry animals. The woman—which I knew was a dancer in the club where Liam always goes, takes all her clothes and then pushes Liam into the bed. Liam’s eyes never left mine—making sure that I will really watch them. I pressed my lips and wiped the tear that fell on my left eye. I saw how Liam smirked when the woman started to take off his pants. This is the thing he always does during weekends. He will bring the same woman or a different one and he will let the woman please him in broad delight and when at night, he will punish me. The woman—who seems so hungry to eat my husband, grabbed Liam’s shaft and stroked it up and down while looking into my side. Eyes locked to mine, she sneaks out his tongue and reached for the tip of Liam’s shaft, darting the tip of her tongue into the small hole of his shaft. I can’t stand this and wanted to look away but Liam is watching me. I dared to look into his eyes and never leave but he shouted at me. The woman massages her left breast while she continues to stroke Liam’s shaft with her hand. And after a few minutes, she put Liam’s shaft inside her mouth, I looked away. “Gayle,” Liam uttered, more of a warning. I sighed and bit my lower lip to restrain myself from crying. When I turned back, I met Liam’s gaze. I gulped and looked down but immediately glanced at them when I realized what I did. The woman continues to give Liam a blow and I can even hear the sound of her lips while sucking Liam’s huge cock. I admit, his shaft is huge and seems 8-9 inches big. Because when he thrust inside my anus, he could even reach the thing that he was not supposed to reach. When he’s doing it to me, I never fail to urinate because of the excruciating pain. Liam never tried to thrust inside my core, because he disgusts it. He doesn’t want to enter it because someone’s dick already entered it. What more of him? Different girls are riding him. Indeed, he’s not doing the work but those bitches

ride into his. And it’s more immoral than what I did. So, why does Liam need to make me feel this way? Is he’s already doing the worst? “Come over here and stand near me,” Liam demanded which makes me do it. If not, he will scold me or worst beat me again. When I met the woman’s eyes, she grinned at me. Her mouth let go of Liam’s shaft and suddenly get on the bed, parting her legs and placing herself on Liam’s side. The woman looked at me again, she holds Liam’s shaft as she slowly plunged it inside her wide pussy. This is the second time that Liam brings this woman. And the fact that Liam let her beat me, it’s hurting me inside. This is too much. I wanted to escape from this cage but Liam always came right before I do my plans. The hum in my thoughts was cut by the loud moan of the woman as she finally plunged Liam’s shaft inside her core. I looked at Liam and his face showed no emotions—I can’t see anything. It was blank and makes me see what hell looks like. The woman keeps on grinding on Liam’s top and even jiggling her breasts. Liam is just there, laying on the bed, staring at me, while the woman does her work. I don’t understand him. He doesn’t need to show this thing. But he always told me, this is part of the torture. Our relationship is not already working yet he still wanted me to stay—if he can’t forgive, I will say this again… then he should let me go. The reason I’m still here is to beg and have his forgiveness, but it seems like he can’t give it to me. The woman pushes herself up and down as she goes round on round. Grinding fast, back and forth, while her breasts swayed in any direction. Their session keeps on going on and it’s still the same position. Until Liam lifted her by the waist and spits his juice on the outside. But the hungry bitch, wiped and cleaned Liam’s shaft with her tongue and lips—she swallowed his juices. I was about to take a step since they were already done but Liam called my name which makes me turn in his direction. “Where are you going?” he asked. I wanted to look away as he was still there, lying—flaunting his cock. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“You’re already done—” “And who gives you permission to leave this room?” he uttered as he gets up. The woman on the side who’s wearing her clothes let out a sarcastic laugh. “Geez, bitch,” she uttered. Even if I wanted to punch her in the face, I held myself because the damage to her face will be nothing compared to the consequences that I might get from my husband. “You can leave now, Tulula,” Liam uttered which makes the woman shoot a glare at Liam. “It’s Lula, not Tulula,” she corrected and marched her way out of the room. I pressed my lips to restrain myself from letting out a smile. I looked at him again. “Do you still need anything?” I asked, bravely. Liam arched his brow which makes me look away. Isn’t he aware that he’s naked? “Come closer to me,” he demanded. I followed. Standing in front of him, I met his eyes. His eyes wandered to my face… down to my neck until he stops in front of my chest. “Strip,” he uttered. “W-What—” “W-What?” he mimicked me. “You heard it clearly, bitch. I told you to strip,” he barked. I gulped and started to unbutton my Tiffany button-down black dress. I struggled in doing it because my hands were trembling. I gasped in surprise when Liam gets up and ripped it off, which makes the button of my dress, fly and fall on the ground. “You are making me lose my patience,” he said. He unclasped my bra like an expert—I thought he will wreck it as he did to my dress, but he didn’t. “Now, kneel before me,” he demanded. I can’t do anything but obey him. If not, he will beat me again. I then kneel in front of him. “Stroke it,” he uttered as he held his shaft. I gulped and it took me seconds to digest his demand. Until he grabbed my hand and placed it in his shaft. “You are hard-headed! I told you to stroke it!” He was about to slap me when I started to stroke it. I stroke it like what Lula did earlier.

“Now, suck it and blow,” he continued. I could feel the tears fall from my eyes as I put his shaft inside my mouth. I feel disgusted as I clearly saw Lula lick this earlier. And could even smell her slobber. But I can’t do anything but obey. “Swirl your tongue—damn it! Why can’t you do it properly into mine? You sucked your best friend’s dick and you can’t do mine?!” he asserted; his angry voice roaring inside his room. If only he knew, I didn’t even taste my best friend’s shaft. I had sex with Cole but never did this. I know for the nth time that what I did behind Liam’s back was a mistake. I tried my best to satisfy him. Swirling my tongue into his hardness, licking it, and sucking his tip. I tried the thing that he always teaches me, but this is me, who sucks at this. I tried to savor every skin of his shaft until he spits his juices into mine—I was about to pull my mouth away but he grabbed me by the back of my head and let me swallow his sweet yet a little bit salty juice. I gagged when his tip reached my throat. Some of his juice dripped out of my mouth. These are the things he makes me do if he wanted to. This is how he treats his wife—a fucking slave. And I am the fool who let myself indulge with slavery.