Jon Reskind - The unholy Master

With her disgusting, snippy, Boston upbringing, he knew that to force himself upon her would only have meant their breakup, and certainly had they not married when they did, he surely would have done just that. But dammit, he did love her very much, and truly, he had wanted anything but to destroy their relationship by some uncontrollable act that he would only commit in the heat of passion.

And that's exactly what I did. I went crazy!

God almighty, if she hadn't slipped on that flimsy, hip-length nightie… and that damned, breathtaking body that was almost too perfect…!

It was as if he could see her now, standing there, her magnificent figure a lovely thing of art. Of course, he'd seen her before in a bikini… but never this way. Each sensuous detail of her nakedness had been resplendently clear, from her erotic pink nipples, downward to the delicate triangle of soft, golden pubic hair nestling intriguingly below her soft white virginal belly. And suddenly, nothing else had mattered but plunging his aching cock into that tantalizing flesh. He saw her not as his exquisite Janet, but as a woman, a woman legally his own and whom he had to have at that moment regardless of the cost. Nothing else had mattered!

"Darling… do I please you?" she had said, her voice almost as gossamery as the brief negligee she wore.

Christ! I couldn't speak. What a hell of an animal sound I must have made when I reached for her, dragging her roughly down to me… ripping that garment away like so much tissue paper…!

"Darling, please…! Be gentle, Paul… P-Please!" Her voice in her shocked terror had been as remote to him as if she were speaking from another world. He had clamped her to the bed with one hand and maneuvered the other rapaciously over the tender, supple contours of her rebelling young body, squeezing fiercely at her pure, succulent breasts, his fingers pinching cruelly at the tiny coral nipples until they stood firm and erect. And then his mouth had dropped greedily to engulf them, and he chewed hungrily at their tips until he had felt the chaste, resilient flesh give way and the warm, salty-sweet taste of blood oozing onto his lashing tongue.

"Oh… no… noooo, Paul… please… not like this… dear God…!" she had pleaded and he had known it, but her words had fallen unheeded from her pained lips.

He remembered how he had held her wild, straining body helplessly pinioned to the bed. He had imprisoned her with his weight, his heavy, tensed chest like a great stone upon her. Her long blonde hair had commenced thrashing almost insanely from side to side beneath him, her lovely face suddenly twisted grotesquely in her terror. The horrifying disbelief registered in her eyes was still vivid in his brain, but he had ignored it, just as he had ignored her wailing pleas, until they became incoherent mumbles. It was then that he had fucked her the first time.

Turning a deaf ear to her low moaning cries, he had bounced on top of her, forcing himself brutally between her long, slim legs, his hips falling heavily to wedge her unaware thighs into a wide-splayed position, securing her jerking buttocks to the bed. The soft down of her pubic covering had brushed teasingly against his throbbing cock, inciting him to unintelligible babblings of frenzied, uncontrollable lust. His knees he had placed strategically to hold her open to him and he ground his pelvis hard into her squirming, defenseless crotch. The hollows of her thighs had jerked spasmodically, drawing his hand between them like a magnet; then, he had clutched his cock and worked it up and down fiendishly until he split the moist, tight slit of her cunt with his prick's hard throbbing head… until mercilessly it discovered the snug, undefiled opening to the soft, fleshy passage between her legs… and he had rammed.

God almighty! He'd plunged the blood-filled knob between the fleshy, slick lips and with a groan, thrust it all the way forward into her quivering cunt! She had squealed like a live pig on a spit, flailing her legs out wildly in her crazed effort to escape the unexpected barbaric impalement. But it had only worsened her position, and he could still hear the guttural screech of further pain that had come tumbling piteously from deep in her throat as his rock-hard cock battered deeper and deeper into her warm, yielding flesh. At last, their pelvic areas had collided with a resounding slap, signaling victory. His rigid, thick shaft lay completely submerged in the secret recesses of her quivering belly, the warm, wet walls of her unwilling cunt clasped tightly around it.

He hadn't stopped; he couldn't. He hadn't even given her the chance to adjust to his sudden presence deep in her womb. He had just commenced to fuck, drubbing in and out of her like some feral, rutting beast. His one bran-inflamed thought had been to squirt his hot, thick load of waiting sperm inside her soft belly where it belonged, where it had belonged for over a year now.

How many times did I fuck her? My God, I can't remember…! Again and again I shot into her groaning body, flooding that delicious cunt with a reservoir of hot, sticky cum I'd been storing up for a year…!

No, he couldn't remember how many times he had screwed her, only that a feeling of helpless guilt had finally swept over him. And then he had become more gentle with the quaking, sob-wracked body beneath him, and he had begun to whine soft apologies into her pain-deafened ears as he gently rocked over her. Desperately, he had endeavored to sound the faintest response of forgiveness from her, for letting his unbridled lust overcome the patience he knew he should have had with her.

It'd been useless. She'd lain unmoving beneath him, her beautiful eyes open wide, staring coldly right through him to the ceiling above, as he had continued his efforts to raise some reply that would show that she felt something other than pain and disgust.

Christ! The contempt in her eyes… and it'd never left them, even hours later… still lying there, sobbing quietly…

He recalled pacing the room, offering her a cigarette, a drink, anything that would break the horrible silence and spark the slightest sign of forgiveness from her. Finally, he had said, "Janet… darling, please… can you forgive me?"

She hadn't looked at him, nor even answered immediately, and when she had her voice was frigid… almost toneless.

"If you're through with me for the night, Master, would you mind covering me?"

Her words had been like the keen edge of a blade thrust into him. He'd swallowed tightly and fulfilled her wish, tucking the sheet beneath her chin.

"Darling… I know it must've been horrible for you… I… I just lost control, that's all. I-I've waited so damned long…"

She hadn't answered, nor looked, nor showed the slightest reaction to his words.

"You… you were so breathtaking… standing there in that doorway…" he babbled on. "If only we hadn't waited so long. Remember? How many times have I said that we shouldn't wait any longer…?"

She lay unmoved.

"Damn it, Janet, I'm sorry!" he had blurted out at her in his discomfiture. "What more can I say? I'm a man, not some piece of machinery. You have to try to understand about these things. A woman with your beauty can drive a poor male out of his mind. It… it didn't just happen. Good Lord, it's been building inside me now for a year…"

Suddenly, she had rolled her back to him, as if he were not speaking, not even in the room. Rage had welled up inside him.

"Damn you!" he swore, ripping the sheet from her to expose her luscious white body to him once more. "You're my wife now, and you'll act like a wife!"

She had stared at him, her eyes widening in fear once more as she saw him jerk the robe from himself and his thick cock leap into its rigid state yet again.

I must've looked like a madman that time, he thought, remembering how he had thrown himself on top of her once more.