Treated like a prostitute

~ MILA ~

“I want to start working, I’m going job hunting today”, I say softly but firmly to Cooper as I clear his dishes.

He just had his favorite breakfast, pancakes, sausages, and fried eggs.

“Okay”, he replied shocking me.

“Okay?” “That’s it?”, I asked, the surprise evident in my voice.

“Yeah”, came Cooper’s nonchalant response.

No questions, no argument, nothing, that was weird and it bothered me seriously.

I was supposed to be happy but I felt sad. I felt like Cooper didn’t care anymore, I felt unloved. He had changed.

He had been adamant about me becoming a housewife, I had quit my job that had a bigger salary than his.

He had pleaded, made promises to me, and every time I had insisted on getting a new job, it was always a no and now he just said, “Okay”.

Maybe I was overthinking things, I watched him silently as he grabbed his suitcase ready to leave.

“Thanks, baby”, I said softly as I held his hands. I wanted to at least get a kiss, he hadn’t kissed me in a long time.

I missed being held, kissed, touched, he didn’t even hug me or cuddle me in bed anymore.

“I’m late, Mila, I’ll see you when I get back, I’ll be late, today is a very busy day, don’t wait for me and please don’t wear any ridiculous outfit. Do not litter my living room, I just want to eat and sleep when I get back”.

Mila, that was what he had been calling me for months now, no longer sweetheart.

My throat tightened, I held in my tears but I could feel my eyes watering.

He sidestepped me oblivious to my pain and left the house. I watched as he drove out of the compound not sparing me a glance.

I bolted the door and sat down on the sofa, sniffing as tears poured from my eyes. I wiped my tears reminding myself that if I could get a job, perhaps I would lessen Cooper’s pressure and get my happy marriage back.

I stood up and headed to the room to prepare for my job hunt.

******

It was 7pm and I was sitting on the sofa watching my favorite TV show, Love Island.

Today had been okay I guess, I had secured a job. It wasn’t what I wanted but at least it was a start.

Perfect Luxury Suites was one of the best hotels in New York, It was owned by Liam Johnson billionaire business tycoon who owned several hotels, suites, and clubs including the best hotel in New York, the Hotel Emma. I had heard he had named the Hotel Emma after his mum.

I had gotten a job at Perfect Luxury Suites as a room attendant, the pay was decent but the problem was it was a night shift. That was the only spot available. I had checked a lot of companies but there was no opening so I tried something different. The hotel was so luxurious and beautiful, the name fit it perfectly, I would start tomorrow.

I hoped I could convince Cooper. My body was sore and I was tired from today.

The sound of Cooper’s car caught my attention shocking me, he was early today.

The bell rang loudly and I moved to unlock the door. Cooper came in and hugged me just as I said, “Welcome…ba..by”.

I stuttered as a blush crept up my cheeks, he hugged me!! I hugged him tightly, a moan slipping through my lips as I inhaled the scent of his cologne.

I missed this, I missed him.

Earlier he had told me not to make dinner, my eyes drifted to the paper bag in his hands.

“I bought you dinner, I ate already”, he said handing me the paper bag.

I collected it looking into his green eyes that always seemed to make me lose my breath, his face was unreadable.

“Thank you baby”, I say softly looking at his face and trying to figure him out.

“I’m going to take a shower, I had a long day”, he said heading to the room upstairs.

Staring at his retreating back still stunned, I opened the paper bag. It was a hamburger and milkshake.

I was happy that he thought about me, I snacked on the hamburger and put the milkshake in the fridge then headed to the room.

Opening the door, I was surprised to see Cooper awake and on his phone sitting on the chair by the side of the room.

“You came early today, you hugged me, bought me food, and now you aren’t sleeping yet, I’m kinda surprised baby”, I asked Cooper who was looking at me with an unreadable expression.

“Come here Mila”, he replied flatly.

I walked up to him wondering what was wrong.

Immediately I was at arm’s length, he stood up, grabbed me, and pushed me to the wall.

My body ignited all over, this proximity made me hot in all the right places.

I was like a horny dog, wetness pooled between my legs.

“Strip and get on the bed”, he said gruffly. I could feel his erection pressed on my ass.

I moaned loudly as I tried to move my butt to get some friction.

I missed this, Cooper had not touched me in months. I was tired from today’s search but I didn’t care.

He moved away from me and I hurriedly removed my big nightgown loving the attention I was getting.

My husband was looking at me again, I was happy.

His eyes darkened as my dress fell to the ground.

I walked to the bed watching as he removed his pants, his cock was hard already making me lick my lips.

“Touch yourself”, he said as he stroked his dick.

“What?” I was shocked.

“Do it”, he said gruffly.

“Touch your boobs”, I looked at Cooper, I needed sex not this. I didn’t like touching myself. It’s been months and this was it.

Maybe it was just a warm-up.

I touched my boobs hesitantly flicking my nipples just as he groaned and ordered, “Touch your pussy”,

This wasn’t what I wanted.

I spread my legs a little assuring myself that it was just a warm-up, I needed to loosen up and explore with my husband.

I touched myself rubbing gently and watching Cooper as he stroked himself harder and groaned hard.

I wasn’t enjoying this.

“Faster”, he said like he was struggling to talk.

I touched myself faster and he walked towards me swiftly.

He grabbed my neck and slapped my face choking me.

“Get on your knees”, he ordered harshly.

I was expecting him to make love to me but he was treating me like a prostitute.

He grabbed my hair harshly, “Do I need to repeat myself, get on your knees”, his eyes held a strange glint that was scary.

I turned around and got on my knees desperate for his cock. I needed it, I was so horny, I missed him.

He slammed into me with force not even bothering to do a little foreplay.

He started thrusting hard and fast, he yanked my hair with force while he continued his brutal pace.

I was hurt but my deprived body still responded to my husband’s touch.

I moaned loudly as my body adjusted to the pain and it started becoming pleasurable.

Just then, he slowed down, grunting.

“Turn around”, he ordered, I did and he dragged my face and then spilled his seed all over my boobs and face.

I was mortified, he laid down panting.

“Just like that?, you fuck me like a prostitute and don’t even make me cum?”, I asked, sexual frustration and anger bubbling furiously through me.

This was the first time he fucked me like this.

“I’m tired Mila, I had a long day, I needed sex to relax”, he replied coldly closing his eyes.

I was angry and so hurt. My entire body was sore and aching but he didn’t even care. I moved to the bathroom to have a warm bath.

When I was done, I came out to see Cooper snoring and sleeping soundly with no care in the world.

At that moment, I was filled with resentment for Cooper.

Bitter tears rolled down my cheeks as I walked to the chair and flopped down, I didn’t even know when I slept off.

Sleep always seemed to find me when I was drowning in pain.