EroticReverie

Emmy … Four months later 

I stand there. Smiling , my hand on Henry’s chest as i stand beside him. Pretending to be the perfect wife. Pretending to love my husband. He doesn’t have his arm around me, because he likes showing off that he has the perfect wife that “adores” him without him having to even acknowledge me. It makes the other men just like him jealous. Jealous that he has an obedient young little wife. 

When we get home after the dinner party he smiles at me. 

I’ve been a “better” wife these past four months. Not that it matters. It’s as if his hands are accustomed to hitting me. So Ive “earned” several slaps for little to no reason at all. But at least I wasn’t being beaten black and blue. Such a low bar to hold. But I’ve accepted that this is my life. And that it can be better, even if only slightly, if I just play my role and do as I’m told. 

“Fuck you look so good” he groans as he eyes me up and down. 

I’ve been praised for the pounds I’ve shed these past four months. My appetite was next to nothing. If only he knew it had nothing to do with trying to please him, and everything to do with the fact I’ve been depressed , thinking of another man, another life , that doesn’t involve him. 

I smile. Feeling like skin and bones. Because I am. But he praises me. So does my mother. 

I was unhealthy. But I was the picture of “perfect weight” to people like my mother who made it their only purpose in life to maintain a below average weight. Because skinny, meant pretty. Skinny meant you worth something. Skinny meant you cared about your appearance. Skinny meant self control and paying attention to what you ate. 

“Not a bit of fat on you” he hums and places his hands on the satin gown that just hangs off me. Even in the smallest size. It hung to nothing. I had no curves. My breasts had gotten even smaller. I felt tired and weak all the time. But couldn’t bring myself to eat. I didn’t want to. Not only because I had no appetite. But because I knew the consequences if I ever put on any weight. 

“Mmmm” he groans as his hands grasp my hips. Knowing it’s the feel of my hip bones that has his excited. 

He looks at my chest. 

The gowns neckline hanging over my breasts and dipping between them. The bones in my chest visible between my breasts. He smiles. Smiles when I know Kases brows would pinch with concern and the opposite of what my husbands currently conveyed. 

“I’m making an appointment to have your breasts done.” He says and I swallow.  I’ve always argued against them. Which always ended up with cruel words and angry fists being sent flying in my direction. 

I just nod. 

He smiles. Please. So fucking pleased that I don’t argue. That I let him make me his ideal wife. 

“An E cup” he smiles and twirls a fingertip over my nipple through my dress. And I can’t even imagine breasts that big. And don’t even know if they can fucking do that with how little I have on my chest right now. 

“Nice big whore tits for my whore wife” he groans and pinches my nipple and fight the urge to cry and throw up. 

“Though there is something to be said for these little ones” he smirks and slides a hand up to my shoulder. 

He pushes the thin strap off my shoulder, the fabric sagging and slipping as he reaches to the other and does the same. The dress falling down off me and to the floor. I stand there with the fabric around my heels , in nothing but my shoes. 

“Mmmm, look at you” he groans and his hands grab my waist and he pushes his thumbs up and over my lower rib cage and grins , tracing the bones that stick out. 

“Such a good wife, keeping your body in shape for me” he says and I just nod. 

He slides his hands up and his thumbs push over my nearly flat chest. 

“These little tits make you look so young” he groans and licks his lips. 

“Make you look like a girl” he groans. 

I fight the urge to scowl in disgust. 

“Makes me think of how you would’ve made an even better wife if I’d married you before they even grew” he grins and I feel my stomach turn. 

“I’d like to see what they would’ve looked like…puffy nipples , just begging to grow into womanhood” he groans and pinches my nipple. 

“Maybe it’s time to put a baby in you, maybe it’s time for you to give me another pretty pair to look at whenever I want” he says and his grin is fucking evil. I swallow down the urge to spew. 

I knew he was a monster. But not, this kind. I could handle him controlling me. Could handle him beating me and tearing me down and molding me into skin and bones. But I couldn’t do this. Couldn’t pretend I wanted to give him children, when he was talking like that. 

“I’ll be making an appointment to have your birth control taken out.” He says. 

“You’re going to give me a baby.” He says. 

“Nice pretty daughter” he hums as he dips down and licks over my breast and bites down on my nipple. 

“With tits like her mothers” he groans and I wince and hiss as he bites it again harder and then I yelp as he leans back up and grabs my throat hard and pushes me back until my back and head crash against the wall. 

“You want to give me a daughter, ..don’t you ?”  He seethes and I whimper. 

“Yes” I lie. Because I would rather die before fulfilling what we sick fantasy he was conjuring in his head. 

“I need to breed you before you become barren” he growls. 

“Need to fuck my next lover into my wife before she can no longer make me a pretty daughter to fuck and make love to” he growls and I cry. Unable to pretend.  Tears rip down my cheeks and he smacks me. Hard. My head flying and then he grabs me jerking me around and pushing my head into the wall as he sneers against my ear. 

“I’d trade you in for a younger wife right now if I could, but nobody is as pretty as you are” he groans. 

“Nobody’s as pretty and dumb as my fucking wife” he growls and then undoes his pants as I just stand there , eyes closed and waiting. Letting him have what he wants right now. But knowing I’d kill myself before giving him a child. 

“So, I’m going to fuck a child into my perfect wife, so I can have a new one, just, like, you” he groans and his cock pushes into me and he groans as I cry. 

“I’ll make sure she’s dumb , just like you” 

“Youre gonna Make sure she keeps her body tight for me” 

“Teach her how to fucking starve herself to please her father’s cock” he groans and thrusts as more tears come out of me. 

“And when she’s old enough, you’ll teach her how to take my cock like a good girl, just like her mother” he grunts and slams deep and my legs rattle and he fists my hair and yanks my head back and snarls in my ear. 

“And she’ll have the honor of making me HER replacement, so I can fuck a younger version of you always. All pretty, dumb and tight.” He grunts. 

“Fresh cunt , just like yours was at nineteen when I made you mine” 

He grunts. Spilling inside of me. 

Leaving me there as I cry and he pulls out. His vile cum dripping out of me. 

I’d kill myself before giving him that. I’d fucking end my life before subjecting another life to his ways. 

“Go to bed.” He grumbles as he fastens his pants behind me. 

“I’m sick of looking at you.” He says , walking away. 

I shower. Crying the entire time. Forcing myself to stop before getting out and slipping on a silk nightie and crawling into bed. 

I try not to cry. But fail. And sob myself to sleep.