Flesh And Punishment

Esmeralda's POV 

The silence in the bedroom was more violent than the sound of his leather belt. Mr Rick stood over the bed, his eyes burning with a dark, chaotic fire. His chest rising and falling in a slow movement. He looked at me as I lay on the silk sheets of his wife's bed. My legs widely spread apart. I could feel the cool air that breathed in my pussy. 

My sapphire scales pulsed with a soft, terrible light.

"How can a monster be so hungry for me?" he spat. His voice was no longer a growl, it was a jagged blade bruising my heart.

He stepped closer, his boots pressing on the floorboards. He reached down, his fingers catching my jaw in a grip. He held it so tight, it was almost hurting me. He finally forced my head back. I didn't know why but I honestly thought his first glance should be on my pussy but it wasn't. He just left my pussy open and focused on hurting my jaw.

"Look at you," he whispered, his face inches from me. "You are a freak, Esme. A slimy scaled mistake. You think because you have the body of a woman I would forget what you really are? You lab rat."

Even as the word lab rat left his lips, his thumb was doing something entirely different. He moved his fingers tracing the diamond shaped scale at the edge of my jaw. His fingers were so hot. He pushed me further lying on the bed as he climbed the bed, pressing his weight against mine. 

His body felt so hot and heavy. It totally covered my entire fragile body. I could feel his weight against my chest and his hot breath against my face. 

Suddenly I felt something like a hard rock on my pussy. It was thick and so hard. Was that his crotch? I mean the dick? He was too heavy on me. I couldn't move an inch. He gently pushed down and then up, grinding his dick on me. His eyes remained fixed in mine. He moved down and then up again. For a second my pussy twitched. I love what he was doing I wished he could be consistent with it. But I said no word I just remained quiet.

"Fuck!" I whimpered in my mind, as he grinned me again.

Suddenly he stopped. He got off me as if just realizing something. ",Get out," he snarled, turning his back on me as he grabbed his belt from the floor. "Get your rags and get out before I beat your ass to a pulp. You are gonna make me puke."

My heart didn't just break, it shattered into a thousand jagged pieces. I thought he was feeling me for a moment. I felt stupid. I felt hideous. I scrambled off the bed, my hands shaking so violently. I picked up my gown and wore it in a hurry, storming out of the door.

Just as I reached for the hallway, I heard an electronic beep-beep-beep of the security system. It echoed through the mansion. The front door groaned open downstairs.

"Rick? Esme? I am home!" It was shorter than I expected!" Mum's voice ran out, bright and oblivious.

I quickly ducked into the shadows, heading for my room. I slammed my door shut, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps. My skin felt too tight with the humiliation of Mr Rick rejection. He called me a fucking lab rat, he called me ugly. What hasn't he called me?

I could still feel the lingering weight of his hard rock leaning on my pussy. That was so sexy.

I was just about to throw myself onto the bed when the sound of voices rose from down the stairs. They were loud and aggressive.

"You have to get rid of it, Annabelle," Mr Rick's voice cut through the silence of the mansion. "It could be dangerous, this shouldn't exist. Hand it over to the headquarters tonight."

"She isn't dangerous, she is my daughter Rick!" My mum's voice was high, trembling in fear. "How can you even suggest that? She's my miracle!"

"She's the devil! She is Lilith!" Mr Rick roared back.

I couldn't stay behind the door anymore. Pulled by a mix of terror and curiosity, I cracked my door open and crept into the hallway. I stayed in the shadows of the upstairs balcony, peeping through the railing.

Below, in the grand living room, the tension was so thick it could choke anyone. My mum stood with her hands over her heart, looking at her husband as if he were a stranger. Rick looked like a possessed man as usual. His chest still bare open, his hair, messy.

Suddenly, Mr Rick's head snapped up. His eye, dark and predatory, locked directly onto me. He saw me. He knew I was watching. A slow, cruel smirk curled in his lips filled with pure malice.

Without breaking eye contact with me, Mr Rick reached out and grabbed mum's waist, hauling her flush against his chest. He crushed his mouth to hers in a kiss so violent and passionate it made me gasps in surprise.

"Oh... darling," Mum breathed against his lips, her voice airy and confused. "You are getting feisty... did you miss me that much?"

Rick didn't answer with words. His eyes remained fixed on me. He reached out for the hem of mum's dress and tore it upward. With just one hand, he began to strip his wife naked right there in the centre of the living room.

I wish that was happening to me right now. My heart felt like it was being squeezed against my chest. I wanted to look away but I was frozen.

Rick spun her around, bending her over to the back of the designer leather couch. He reached for his waist, the metallic click of his brown leather belt echoing up to the balcony where I hid. He unbuckled it with a violent jerk, his trouser dropping on one go.

He didn't waste a second. He entered his wife with a brutal, aggressive thrust that made the couch slide an inch across the floor. My mum let out a loud, high pitched moan, her fingers digging into the leader cushions.

"Yes...Rick, yes!" she cried out, her head tossing back.

But Rick wasn't looking at his wife. His eyes were still locked in mine. His face a mask of rage and something else I couldn't read. He moved with a rhythmic, punishing force, his muscles rippling in the dim light. 

Everytime he slammed into my mum, his eyes seemed to pass a message to me. See? This is a woman, you are a monster.