All Chapters of Cravings, and Lustful Confessions.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I can't say exactly why I was back here again, in Jared's house. In the very house that I was humiliated.But I was back here, standing in the middle of the living room, waiting for Jared once more.It's been three hours and there was still no sign of him.I had told myself to leave, to walk out the damn door and never look back. But what do I do when my legs and my mind seem to be in a disagreement?My mind yells at me to leave, but my legs stop me from leaving. They wouldn't move.I rubbed my palms together, my heart beating in tune with the silver wall clock. The living room was silent, the butler nowhere to be found.My legs were aching, and I felt thirsty. I stared at the couch beside me, my buttocks craving to sit down.Perhaps I should...I heard it then, the sound of footsteps climbing down the stairs. I lifted my eyes upwards, and there he was... Jared Kingston, my husband.He descended the stairs with deliberate movement, his eyes cold, and the air around him heavy with some

"What... what are you doing?" I breathed out, his fingers twisting inside my pussy. Shit, I was dripping... for a butler.He pulled his fingers out, a smirk curving his lips. “An inspection, Margaret. Just checking if the trash he’s taking back is still usable.”Trash? Usable? What the hell was I doing taking all this insults. Was this really the only way to seek his forgiveness?Charles circled me slowly, like a predator inspecting its captured prey. I squeezed my eyes shut, wishing the floor would swallow me whole.I felt open, exposed... without thinking, and on reflex... I crossed my arms on my chest, my last attempt at hiding away. "Arms at your sides.” He yelled, slapping my hands away harshly. I held my arms tight on my chest, in a weak attempt at a protest, my eyesight blurry. "I really love when you act out, because then–" he picked up his belt from the floor, his eyes holding excitement. "I get to straighten you up."He raised his belt up, and watching it come down... m

My hands shook as I obeyed, sliding my fingers between my legs. The second my fingers brushed my swollen clit, I almost sobbed. I was drenched, dripping down my thighs and onto the floor.“Wider,” he snapped. “Let me see it cry for what it threw away.”Humiliation scorched every inch of my skin, but I still spread my knees wider, wider than he even asked, until the torn panties gaped open and cool air licked my soaked pussy. Jared’s eyes dropped between my legs and stayed there. I hated him. I hated myself more for what I did next.My trembling fingers slid down, two of them plunging straight into my dripping hole with a wet sound I couldn’t hide. I fucked myself hard, fast, and desperate. My hips jerked off the floor to meet every thrust of my own hand.Wetness coated my fingers, ran down my palm, and dripped onto the rug beneath me. My clit throbbed so swollen it hurt, and every rough circle I gave it made my thighs shake harder. “Ohhh Goddd…” I moaned out pathetic, finger-fucking m

He yanked hard again.My body flew forward, knees skidding, face almost hitting the floor. I clawed at my neck, trying to loosen the belt, nails digging into my own skin, choking.I was dragged inside like a sack, choking, sobbing, legs kicking uselessly. The wooden cock loomed closer, huge, shiny, and waiting.Jared stopped in front of the bench. The belt around my throat stayed tight in his fist. He looked down at me, face cold, his eyes soulless.“Get on the bench, Margaret. On your back.”I shook my head hard, tears rolling down. “No… please… I can’t… it’s too big… it will kill me…”His hand moved so fast I didn’t see it coming. He slapped me hard across the cheek, the sound like a gunshot. My head snapped sideways, ears ringing, fire exploding across my cheek. I tasted blood.I staggered, choking on the belt, vision blurring.But in my blurred state I saw his hand rise again, higher this time, ready to come down even harder.I broke.I scrambled up onto the cold steel bench bef

The words slammed into me.Asshole.Opened up.Finger fuck.No. No. Not there. Never there.I had never been touched there before. How would my ass handle it? My stomach twisted at just the thought of his finger pushing into my tight ass. Bile rose in my throat.I shifted on the table, having no idea what to do or how to stop him.I stared at Charles in alarm as he pulled on a black glove. “Open your mouth.”I gulped and once again felt helpless. Maybe it wouldn’t be painful and…Charles pressed his fingers to my lips. So many thoughts ran through my mind. I could bite his fingers and run.But I was weak. Would I even go far?I should have told my driver to call the police if he didn’t hear from me in a day. I had told him not to disturb or show up at Jared’s house.“Margaret,” Charles groaned. I slowly parted my lips. He dipped two gloved fingers into my mouth, gathered some spit, then pulled them out slow.“Turn around.”I did. I turned so my ass now faced the butler and my face was