Her Ex-husband’s Wrath

=ASHER’S POV=

“Asher, waits, I am not ready yet.” I gave Ashley a strong slap that I have never done before. “Ash,” she called but I was immediately followed by another slap on other cheeks. She was just looking at me and I’m sure she couldn’t believe what I did.

She pushed me to do this because she keeps on refusing and rejecting me.

“You have no right to complain,” I said angrily while touching her face. “You’re already paid, so all I want you to do is to follow if you don’t want to mess with me.”

I grabbed her hair then dragged it and brought her to a small table and pushed it there. She fell on the table and was glued to her face. I want to take her from behind. I have never done this in her ever since because I love her, and I respected her a lot. But now, she’s my fucking sex slave, and she didn’t deserve even an amount of respect.

“Don’t worry, we did this before, remember? But this time I’ll make it harder, fast, and deep so that you can feel what he is doing to you. I was a fool back then because I was doing it with caution and full of love. I forgot that you are a bitch and are used to being brutal by other men. That’s why you’ve missed what they’re doing to you,” I said.

Never did I told her hurtful words nor insulted her. It hurts me a lot when I hear her lower herself. But now I can insult and speak badly at her. She likes it and she is the one who motivated me to do it for her.

“No, please.” She keeps on begging which makes me even angrier.

‘Why is she keeps on pushing me?’

I want her to beg and I want her to have a hard time even at this kind of punishment so I can get revenge on her.

I grabbed his clothes and tore them.

“Please no.” She begged but I continued.

I stopped when I saw her back.

I didn’t react immediately and I was really surprised at what I saw because I wasn’t expecting it. Cigarette burns, large whiplash marks, scratches, that made me even angrier and rekindled my anger.

I cared for her and even mosquitoes didn’t want to perch on her. But that idiot was doing this to her and she just let it be done to her. She can’t unable to leave him and he still preferred to be with him. Even though I had already pleaded and promised her I am willing to accept her again despite what she had done. But she chooses to sell herself to me just to stay with him even though he hurt her like this.

“This is what you want, this kind of romance. You want him to abuse you. Fuck! I cared about you but he did this to you. Well, what would I expect from a slut like you? Is this what you want? To be hurt for good, then I’ll do it for you.”

I rub my hardness to her core but she had no reaction and it just seemed she doesn’t care at all. In my anger, I entered her violently but to my surprise, she remains emotionless. She still makes me feel like she doesn’t care what I do.

“Fuck you, Ashley!” She’s still tight as if no one fuck her for a long time that’s why I am more please with what I am doing.

‘Fuck! How did it happen?’

But, I don’t care the important is she’s mine now.

I accelerated the thrust and I pressed even harder on my stretch but she didn’t move and she just remained numb to what I was doing. I hate it when she ignores me like this. I feel like she is insulting my manhood.

“You’re fucking tight. Moan, Moan for me.” But she remained indifferent to me.

Shit!

Does she prefer what that man is doing so she ignores me?

Does she prefer to be hurt?

Do I really have no heat for her anymore and what I do have no effect on her?

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Does that man give more than she wants?

I fuck her hard and enter deep and thrust her fast to catch her lust but she is still emotionless.

Nothing! whatever reaction I do not see in her.

Damn!

What does she want so that I can get her lust again?

I slapped her ass and bit his ear but she still doesn’t care.

Fuck! I want her to moan.

I want her to beg for me to fuck her.

I remove my shaft and look around but I can’t find anything that can be used to make her suffer.

Her eyes are still open and looking somewhere or should I say, he looks like she didn’t see anything or feel anything.

‘I won’t let you do this to me, Ashley. I will not allow you to insult my greatness and make me look like you are no longer really happy with me.’

I enter again and thrust her deep and choke her.

I choke her until I hear her moan.

“Ahh!” I smiled because I heard he had difficulty breathing with a cough so I tightened my grip on her even more. I don’t give a shit if she’s having a hard time as long as I heard her voice. Moaning, begging, suffering, and my lust awake hundreds of times than earlier.

I choke her using my left hand while my right hand covers her face. Her body is moving the way I move but her voice is obviously having a hard time. I thrust fast while Ashley is moaning because of pain and lack of breathing but I’m happy with what I am doing.

I felt the heaviness of my stomach and I felt I was about to come out so I accelerated even more.

I’m cumming!

I pull my shaft and move it up and down until I feel my orgasm is near and I splash my sperm in her back.

“Fuck!”

I don’t want to splash it inside of her, because I am not sure if she is safe, I don’t want her to get pregnant with me. She didn’t deserve a child from me.

“Look at yourself Ashley. You are dirty just like you are.” I fix myself. I pick up my wallet and took some money and put it in front of her.

“I paid you already and that’s a tip. You need that for that asshole. I don’t want you to say I’m rude. Anyway, thanks for the night.” And I left her.

But even before I could get out the door I heard her crying while begging.

“Please enough, please that’s enough I don’t want to hurt my husband.”

I looked away because of what she said and my jaw tightened even more.

Her husband?

She begged me to stop because her husband would be hurt?

Fuck!

I am her fucking husband.

Because of what I heard, my anger overflowed.

I will punish her more so that asshole will get hurt.

I’m not going to stop punishing her and from now on I don’t care about her and how she feels. I don’t care if that animal knows what I’m doing to her if he knows and faces me? That way better so I can meet him. 

I left her in such a position like a rag discarded after use.

She deserved to be threatened that way.