Page 19 of The Bones We Break
“Yes. I want that.” I reply softly. My nerves are shot as I begin to wrap my hands around his length, the velvet texture is warm in my palms.
“That’s it sweetheart, put me in your hot mouth. I want my cum to coat your throat, and you will take it, won’t you?” He asks, but it’s more of a demand and I can’t bring myself to deny him. I part my lips, trying my best to take this at my own pace, but that’s quickly ripped away from me when Ricky forces himself into my mouth, the crown of his cock hitting the back of my throat. Ramming painfully inside my mouth. My palms fall flat against his strong thighs as I grip the expensive material of his trousers as I gag around his length, my eyes now streaming with fresh tears that fall down my face until the droplets leave my skin. I can’t breathe and begin to panic, my hands begin to tap his leg, any attempt to signal to him that I need a breather, that I can’t take this but he doesn’t let up. His tortuous thrusts never slow. I feel my eyelids start to grow heavy, my eyeballs rolling to the back of my head as blackness clouds my vision. Ricky’s hands grab the sides of my head, keeping me in place, using my face to bring him pleasure. I can feel this evening’s wine souring in my stomach before it starts to rise up into my throat.
“That’s it, take your husband’s cock like a good little whore.” He grunts out. The violent attack on my face feels like it will never end until I feel him yank himself out with force. A wet string of saliva hangs off my bottom lip, connecting with his cock. I take this precious moment to fill my lungs with oxygen, the burning sensation making me wince with every inhale. Ifeel delirious as Ricky’s fingers lace into the top of my hair as he grips the strands at the root, making me cry out, the pain searing my scalp, a fresh set of tears falling from my red, puffy eyes. He continues to stroke his cock in rapid movements, the wet sopping sounds mixing with my sobs.
“Fuck.” He groans and throws his head back in pure pleasure, his dirty blonde hair a mess. “You’re so fucking pretty when you cry for me wife, I’m gonna paint your face with my cum and then I’m gonna ruin your virgin cunt.” He hisses through his gritted teeth. The words aren’t a warning, or a threat, they’re a cold hard promise of what’s to come.
My neck cracks as he pulls my head back in a forceful grip.
“Please.” I beg, “Stop this Ricky, I don’t want this.” My pleas never seem to make it as hot white ropes of Ricky’s ejaculation hits my skin, coating my lips, nose and eyes in a sticky substance. My husband continues his violation on my face and my tears mix with his hurtful act that coats my face. I’ve never felt more defiled and disgusted in my life. Ricky releases his hand from my hair and the splitting pain instantly disappears, then he pushes me backwards with his hand to my forehead, my back lands on the soft bed.
I can’t do this. I don’t want this. This isn’t how I envisioned my wedding night would be. I expected Ricky to take his time with me, to cherish and love me in our first real intimate moment together, not to have my innocence ripped away from me by my own husband. I attempt to use the sleeve of my dress to wipe away the stickiness that’s drying on my face, the rough lace material scratching against my tender skin. I take this moment of reprieve, maybe Ricky is too done in to defile me even more. That would be a blessing.
I go to push myself up from the plush mattress, my shaky hands gripping onto the sheet but I don’t even make it halfwaybefore a strong set of hands circle around my throat to push me back into the bed, the blood red rose petals are blown into the air from the movement, then slowly fall back down around me like rain. In another life this would be a beautiful scene of passion, but I’m not so lucky to have that. Instead, I signed my life away to the devil and now I must pay the price. My throat constricts as I try to take in a gulp of air before Ricky tightens his grip again, his bruising fingers crushing my windpipe. My hands flail around as panic begins to set in as he slowly begins to choke me. I wrap my hands around his wrists and pull, trying anything to relieve the suffocation. He brings his mouth next to my ear, his breath laced with the spicy notes of whiskey.
“You’re making my cock so fucking hard again, wife. Your struggles have me ready to rip your virgin cunt in half.” He snarls against my ear, taking the thin flesh between his teeth and pulls. I can already feel the blood pooling against the skin. Cold, hard fear fires through my system as I pray silently to a God that I know doesn’t exist. I pray that death will take me first before Ricky has the chance to rape me. I stop my onslaught of struggling and let my hands fall to my side, accepting my fate. I close my eyes for a moment, the sounds of Ricky’s grunts sound so far away now, almost silent. I welcome this peace, knowing it’s going to be better on the other side, better than it is to stay here. The grip around my tender throat tightens again and I black out, waiting for the hands of death to take me somewhere else.
I’m still alive.
And my dress is being torn right down the middle, exposing the white lace underwear underneath. The expensive fabric tearing brings me back to the present and I wish so terribly that it hadn’t. This is how it ends, this is how I have my innocence violently ripped away from me by the hands of someone who I thought loved me. But I was wrong, so fucking wrong. My body is thrown around as Ricky rips through the dress, my one last attempt to shield me from his evil hands. My mind is swirling with emotions, fear being at the focal point. A choked sob breaks through my lips and my heavy eyes blur with pools of tears until they break the dam and begin racing down the side of my face to puddle into my ears. Ricky’s fingers wrap around my face, his strong fingers squeezing my cheeks until my teeth cut into the soft flesh inside my mouth, the copper tang seeping between my teeth. I try with everything I have to keep my cries silent, to not give my husband the satisfaction of knowing he’s breaking me, but I can’t. I’m not strong enough. The voice of my pain breaks through my vocal cords as Ricky flashes me his megawatt smile that used to have me feeling butterflies in my stomach, now it only brings the feeling of terror and dread. I was so desperate and blinded by false love that I never saw the wolf that wasdressed in sheep’s clothing, the lies I was fed and ate up like a starved woman.
Ricky is a master manipulator, I can see that now, but I’m still finding it difficult to turn my feelings off for him. Maybe he doesn’t mean to hurt me. Like he said before, he can’t control his feelings around me and maybe this is one of those situations. I know I’m stupid for defending his actions but this man has done everything for me, given me everything I could ever want and need, I have no right to tell him no. Ricky releases my mouth and I grind my molars together to bring the feeling back. He runs the pad of his thumb under my eye, carefully wiping away the now drying tears. The tender moment has me questioning his motives. His voice is low as he speaks.
“You’re so pretty when you cry, sweetheart.” I still, as he continues, fear mixing with the red haze of love. “I want your virgin pussy to bleed all over these sheets, all over my cock until I’m done with you.” That warm, tender feeling I had just a moment ago vanishes, leaving me with freezing terror turning my bones to stone. My lips part as I open my mouth to speak, my voice dry and raw.
“Please.. Please, you don’t have to do this. I’m begging you.” I look straight into his ocean eyes, hoping that he can see the pleas that are clearly written all over my face. Ricky runs his index finger down my cheek, leaving a scorching trail behind. His hot breath mingled with mine.
“You see, Annabelle. You belong to me now. No one else.” He pauses and I freeze, dreading the words that come next. “I own you. Your mind, your soul, your body. Everything you are, belongs to me and I will do whatever I want to you. Am Iunderstood?” He grits the final words out, his lips barely grazing mine. Pulling against his grip I try to drop my chin to my chest but Ricky snatches my face again, bringing my view to his. Hisonce stormy eyes, which I would have happily drowned in, are now completely glazed over. There’s no soul behind those windows.
The solid weight of him disappears from above me and I convince myself that he’s changed his mind, that he’s made a mistake but I couldn’t be more wrong. The sharp sting of his palm shocks me before I even have the chance to notice him rearing his right hand back, the hard knuckles connect with my face. My head whips to the side causing my teeth to clatter together in my mouth. The burning pain radiates throughout my face, leaving a throbbing feeling behind. My eyes blink rapidly, the room hazy. My hands shake as I bring my fingers to the side of my face, my touch just whispering over my skin. This is the first time my husband has laid a hand on me to this effect and I fear it won’t be the last.
Ricky traps my hand in between my face and his palms. A marathon of emotions fires across his face, not stopping to land on a single one.
“I didn’t mean that! I swear, I just wish you would listen to me, you know. I wouldn’t have to do these things if you just listened to me, love.” He pleads. His gaze roaming over my face and the sadness of his words infiltrate my mind, convincing me that I should do a better job of listening to him. He’s right, he’s always right.
“I’m sorry, Ricky. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’ll be better for you.” I whisper as his loving gaze returns back to his face and I know I’ve said the right thing.
“You’re such a good girl for me.” He coos, and I close my eyes, letting his voice wash over me. Hiding behind my eyelids, his mouth trails from my lips, nipping the sensitive skin before trailing down my neck and over my collar bones. Frozen in fear, I don’t make an attempt to move, terrified that he’ll harm meagain and having his touch on me this way is better than the violent hands he placed on me a moment before. I’m picking my battles wisely, and this one is the better option.
Ricky doesn’t even bother to unclasp my bra from the back, instead he grips the flimsy material in both hands and pulls it apart at the front, like a crazed animal, the seam in the middle splitting easily from the brute force. My breasts fall from the cups and my chest heaves in a rapid motion. His fierce grip leaves a bruising pain as he snatches the flesh in his palms and I let out a small squeak then instantly clamp my mouth shut again in regret. He rolls my peaked nipples between his fingers and tugs and I squeeze my eyes shut with force until glitter sparkles behind my eyelids, my back involuntary lifts from the bed, my own body going against everything I’m trying to fight. Ricky releases my breasts from his torturous fingers, the soft flesh recoiling. He stops his assault with his mouth and rises onto his knees, a dominating gaze washing over his face. Frantically, I try to push myself further into the bed in hopes that it will take me under. He runs both hands from my waist, down my thighs and up to my knees before wrapping his fingers around the joint and squeezing tightly, showing me exactly who has the upper hand here, and it isn’t me, it’ll never be me.
Ricky yanks my legs open, baring me to him, and a sharp pain shoots through my hips at the movement. I mumble, the words not quite forming a coherent sentence.
“Ricky.. You’re-”
“What did you say, wife?” He questions.
“You’re hurting me, please stop this.” I whimper. Clearly this is the effect he wanted. Shaking his head, his blonde hair moves from his eyes, and he runs both hands down the insides of my thighs, the tips of his fingers smoothing over the crease between my thighs and pussy, the contact making me jump. He moveslike a deadly snake, taking his time with everything, leaving me in a state of limbo, and wishing he would just get this over with. The anticipation of his torment is cruel and heartless. Ricky hooks a finger beneath the thin scrap of material and yanks it down my legs in one swift movement, leaving a friction burn on my thighs. I hiss and inhale a shot of air between my teeth. I should be fighting this, I know I should, but I can’t. My energy and fight have left my body, leaving me a weak mess. The old me would never just lay down and take this, she would fight with every fibre of her being, all teeth and claws but the old me is dead. She died a horrible, painful death the moment she came into contact with Ricky De Rossi and now this version of me is hollow and empty.
I feel the cold breeze hit my exposed centre, and my hands fumble as I try to cover myself to save my embarrassment but my hands are instantly batted away, like you would an annoying fly.
“I wanna see this sopping pussy weep for me.” Ricky says, his tone laced with something dark and sinister. I open my mouth to protest but my voice is taken from me the moment Ricky’s long fingers plunge into my depths with no warning and I cry, gritting my teeth to dust. The intrusion causes me to choke on my own saliva, the friction between his fingers and my dry walls are enough to make me heave and recoil against his touch.
“You’re hurting me! Please, stop this.” I cry out. My begging holds no meaning here. I’ve had his fingers in me before but not to this level of pain and forcefulness. I try to crawl further up the bed and away but I’m being dragged back down by my ankle, his fingers plunging further in and curling inside me to grip my inner walls.
“I’m gonna make this virgin cunt bleed for me.” He grits out then rips his fingers away. The burning pain sizzles againstmy skin and I gasp, my body shaking in fear. My breath leaves my lungs the moment my world is suddenly flipped, my vision spinning in my head. I’m turned over in an instant, my front now being pushed into the bed. My fingers tense as I stretch out my hands to try and grip the sheets tightly between my fingers for purchase. Ricky grabs the rest of my wedding dress into his fists and yanks the material from my body, leaving me fully exposed to him, just the scraps of my bra hanging onto my broken body. The blonde curls of my hair are matted and strewed all over the place.
Turning my face to the side, I gasped in short breaths, seeing Ricky in my periphery pulling his hard cock from the confines of his trousers again. My stomach bottoms out and I let the tears fall freely, the wetness runs down the side of my nose before dropping to the white bedding, causing a small damp patch to bloom on the sheets. I cry softly, giving in to the inevitable as Ricky pulls my hips up from the bed, my tender centre on show for him, then a radiating flash of pain scorches over my ass cheek as his palm connects with the skin. The sheets on the bed muffle my cries, but Ricky doesn’t stop at one, he carries on with his onslaught of heavy slaps, twice, three times until my flesh is throbbing and burning. I can already feel the swelling of the handprint branding me.
