EroticReverie

Emmaline Donovan - Pritchett

Two Weeks Later

I was in the hospital for three days. Kase Gibson was there each day, from the time visiting hours started till the time they ended. 

I told him they were letting me leave around two pm on day four. He insisted he'd be there to pick me up. I called a cab at ten am when I was released the next day, and had them take me home. To Henry's. 

I wasn't proud of it. Wasn't proud of the woman I'd let myself become. The kind who stays when she should leave. The kind who went right back to man abusing her. I left Kase a short letter in an envelope on my hospital bed. Thanking him for his concern, and begging him not to seek me out, begging him to keep what he knew to himself. I could only hope that he'd listen, because if he didn't. I worried about what not only Henry would do to me, but to him. 

Henry may not have loved me. But he wanted me. Just for keeps. Just for show. I was a possession, no more than that. Sadly, I probably wasn't even his favorite thing he owned. I'm sure the garage full of expensive foreign cars beat me by a mile. 

I bring myself to shower, crying as I do.  I call my mother after my shower. When she asks where I've been. I tell her. 

"You have to stop instigating these disputes darling." she says.

"Men lose their tempers sometimes Emmeline." she says.

"You are a wife. You married a handsome, and extremely wealthy man. You'd do well to remember that you're getting older now darling, it wont be so easy to find such a catch at your age." she says.

I want to vomit. I was twenty fucking four and my mother was as twisted and brainwashed as Henry wanted me to be. 

"Don't make a big deal of it Emmeline. Apologize to him. Make it right. I have to go. Talk to you soon sweetheart. Bye." Click. 

I drop the phone and want to burst into tears as I hear the front door open , and then slam. 

I flinch where I sit in the other room. 

His footsteps are like needles on my spine as he walks into the house. I hear his daily toss of mail on the counter. I stand from the couch in living room. His eyes lift and he looks me up and down. 

I suddenly wish I had time to change. After my shower , I put on nothing but my bathrobe. 

He sniffs and looks at me. 

"You look like hell." he says and then looks back down at the envelopes, shuffling through them, slapping them on the counter one at a time. 

Fuck you. Is what I want to say. But instead, I walk over and he looks up as I get closer. I stop half way to him. 

"I'm sorry." I say, the words tasting sour on my tongue. I hated myself. I hated him. My imagination runs wild when I picture gouging those eyes of his I once thought were so beautiful, right out of his fucking skull. 

His brow lifts, surprised by my apology. 

"I'm sorry I disrespected you. I'm sorry." I say. 

"hmpf." he huffs and looks back down at the envelopes, reshuffling them. 

"Seems like maybe I've finally knocked some sense into you yet." he says and I swallow. Wanting to yell at him. To stand up for myself, but I was too scared. 

"You did." I agree and he lifts his eyes to me. 

I only knew one way to make Henry happy. Not even happy, but just not angry. 

"I missed you." I say. A lie. I'd gotten so fucking good at lying when I could I manage it. I grab the tie at my robe and pull it slowly, his eyes dropping to my hands. I pull the sash and let the robe fall open.  

My eye was still black and blue, and I still had bruises and a busted lip, but I think Henry enjoyed the marks he left. I knew he did. Because his nostrils flare at the bruises on my body from where he kicked me while I was down. 

I couldn't take another slap or another punch or kick right now. This was the only way I could make sure to get through the day and night without having to worry about him hitting me. 

I drop my robe and walk over to him naked. I read for his pants and he snarls slightly looking down at me. 

"I missed you so much" I lie as I undo his belt and he growls from his throat , watching my face, trying to detect the lie. Except, Henry didnt know me. He didnt pay enough attention to me to know when I was lying or telling the truth. He could only ever guess. 

"Did you miss me?" I ask, my voice low and soft as I cup his dick through his pants, his cock only semi hard. 

"Of course I missed you." he exhales and reaches up behind my head and grabs my hair , yanking it back and pushes at my waist turning me around and pushing me over the counter, and I gasp as his belt jingles and his pants unzip and I feel him take his cock out and rub it against my ass. 

"Missed your cunt." he says and then slides his cock down and I wince , because I'm not wet, but he doesnt care and after a few more seconds of rubbing his dick against my pussy he finds my center, and shoves himself right in with a hard thrust , making me take it all. 

I let out a yell of pain and he grunts as he pulls out and then slams back into me violently. 

His hand is gripping my hair, pulling it, making my back arch as my ass bounces off his hips as he keeps thrusting and I close my eyes. Without meaning to, Kase's face flashes in my mind. I gasp, my eyes opening and he groans. 

"Yeah, you like that you fucking cunt?" Henry growls and I wince. 

"uh huh" I answer through my disgust. 

My eyes shut and I let my mind bring back Kase's face. How angry he got the first night he came to my hospital room. How sweet he looked falling asleep in the chair beside my bed. How he smiled while telling me about how he was going to show his artwork at another gallery next month. Smiling when I'd lied to him and agreed to let him take me home with him when I was released. 

I moan as I think of the sweet tender man that had no reason to be kind to me, but was anyways. I think about the night of the private viewing of his work, both of us naked. When Henry releases my hair, his hands grab my hips and he fucks me harder, and from the sounds of it, I know he only has second left before he's finished. 

I feel myself finally getting wet, finally able to enjoy his cock inside of me as I imagine it as someone else. I gasp as his cock drills into me and I cry out. 

"yes" I throw my head back. "god, yes" I cry.

Henry groans loudly. 

"Yeah, you love the way this rich dick fucks that gold digging little cunt" he snarls, breaking my reverie. 

"my little money loving whore" he grunts. 

"this is how you should greet me every fucking day, you ungrateful bitch" he grunts and slams into me harder. I close my eyes fighting to go back to Kase's face as Henry slings more nasty words at me. 

Henry slides his hand around me and reaches down to my clit. I gasp and he groans in my ear.

"See, I can be nice when you behave Emmeline" he growls in my ear and I moan as he pinches my clit and I bite my lip and nod. 

"You gonna behave from now on Emmeline?" he asks and I nod. 

He bites my neck hard and I cry out, his fingers rub my clit hard and it's a bit too much, but I writhe against him as he fucks me, as I try to control his fingers and get my orgasm before he cums. 

"oh fuck" I cry as I get closer and he groans as my pussy clenches. 

" fuck, your cunt is so wet and tight" he groans. 

"hot little whore" 

"nasty little bitch"

"this cock owns you"

"youre not going anywhere Emmeline"

"this is mine...you're fucking mine" 

I cry as I cum, my legs shaking as I picture Kase whispering sweet words instead of Henry's vile ones. I imagine him telling me how beautiful I am. How good it feels to finally be inside of me. How he's always wanted to make love to me. I cum harder as I imagine it in my head, how sweet he'd kiss me, how soft his touch would be, how he'd fuck me slow and make sure every thrust was for my pleasure instead of his own. 

With the jerk of his hips and several disgusting grunts later, Henry is finished, and I'm breathing hard, breathing heavy as he slides out, leaving me dripping his cum. Smacking my ass as he tucks his dick back in his pants. 

"Fix us dinner." he says as he grabs the envelopes he wants off the counter and leaves the kitchen. 

I stay leaned over the counter, my legs quivering and I shiver as I close my eyes and imagine it's Kase's cum and not Henry. My pussy pulsing with the aftershocks of my orgasm and I hang my head as I close my eyes tightly, trying not to cry. Crying for how low I've fallen. Crying because all I wanted was for Henry to love me like he did when we first met. I wanted him to look at me the way Kase did. I wanted him to stop sleeping around. I just wanted the nightmare to end. 

My phone dings in my purse in the other room. I push myself from the counter, still breathing slightly heavy as I bend over and pick up my bathrobe on the way to couch where my phone is. I pick it up. 

An unknown number, with a voicemail. I hit the screen and press play. 

"When will you leave him? When it's too late? When he puts you in a fucking early grave? I can't fucking believe you. You're not this fucking girl.  Emmeline Donovan was a fucking bitch. But she was a strong one, and didnt take shit from anyone. She wasn't some rich pricks fucking punching bag. God damnit Emmy. What the fuck?! You leave me this fucking note, and what the fuck am I supposed to do with that huh? What the fuck am I supposed to do with that shit?! Telling me you wish you'd had made better choices, that you had chose someone more like me?! What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? Huh?!  You run back to him?! He's going to fucking kill you Emmy. Maybe not next time, or the time after that. But he will. You need to fucking leave him. Why are you so stupid? Why are you so fucking stupid Emmy?! Just let me fucking help you! FUCK!.. CALL ME"