The Wife Breaker (Dark Vows Duet 1)

I fight the look of repulsion off my face. I already know showing my disgust will only make my husband more eager to hurt me, and I give myself a mental reminder to act as stoic as I can.

“Kneel for us,” Xavier tells me, and I obey, sinking to my knees in front of their shadowy figures.

The other girl pays me no mind, continuing to work on Jimenez’s pathetic cock.

I wish more than anything for the courage I had before I was locked up here for years. I wish I were brave enough to bite, scratch and fight tooth and nail to get the hell out of here. But being a prisoner for eight years has taught me enough to know any resistance is futile. I’ll only be punished more for my transgressions.

“Why don’t you join our friend in taking care of our guest?” Xavier suggests. “Crawl forward and help her.”

My breath catches in my throat. He’s made me fuck other men before, but not women. And now I have a sinking feeling he’s going to humiliate this girl along with me.

I scoot closer, instantly noticing her faraway expression. She’s on something, and for the first time, I wish I were drugged, too. Perhaps then it would be easier to forget the horrors that are undoubtedly in store for me tonight.

“What are you waiting for, Rain?” Xavier taunts me. “Get to work.”

The other girl doesn’t even look at me as I attempt to force myself to lick Jimenez’s cock. Revulsion makes bile rise in my throat and I cough, barely hiding the sound of my own retching.

“Your wife is fucking rude,” Jimenez barks at my husband. “Doesn’t she have any manners?”

An electric current rushes through my cuffs, and I stiffen. This was just a slight shock - a warning of more to come if I dare disobey again.

Hot tears of humiliation slide down my reddened cheeks as I force myself to lick Jimenez’s flaccid cock again. I want to mock him out loud. Ask him what it takes to get his useless dick hard. But I know better than that.

Fighting back the repulsion I feel, I do as I’m told, but the other girl outshines me. She’s so high. God knows what these two promised her in return for joining them in my humiliation. Little does she know, my husband never sticks to his promises. In fact, he delights in breaking them.

The torture goes on for what feels like ages before Xavier orders the other girl to ride Jimenez’s cock. I watch uselessly as she climbs on his lap and my husband injects her with something in her slender swan-like neck. I feel almost as sorry for her as I do for myself, but I don’t let that show either. It’ll only hurt us both.

I watch impassively as the stranger bounces on Jimenez’s cock. Yelping, I scramble to get away when a muscular arm wraps around my braid and tugs me backward.

“Don’t fight it,” an authoritative voice demands. “Just be a good toy for once and please me.”

I look up into Xavier’s gaze, darkened by lust. I should know by now it will be no use to beg him, and yet the words unfurl from my lips before I can stop myself.

“Please, don’t hurt me. I’ve had enough. I’m so tired.”

“I don’t think so,” he hisses in response. “And it’s up to me to decide whether you’ve had enough.”

I wince as he pulls on my braid, hard enough to make my head spin.

“Would you rather suck my cock, Rain? Is that it?”

“N-No,” I stutter, hating myself for appearing so weak in front of him. “Please, just let me go.”

“Let you go? What use would I have for a toy that doesn’t want to be played with?”

I don’t answer, making him tug on my hair so hard I whimper out loud.

“Tell me, Rain. What use do I have for a toy that refuses to be abused?”

“None,” I get out. “You have no use for a toy like that.”

“Good girl,” he mutters. “Finally, we knocked some sense into you. Now, are you going to misbehave again?”

I shake my head wordlessly, and he grins.

“Good girl.”

He lets go of me and drags the other girl off Jimenez. She’s so out of it she barely even notices, and as my husband pushes her aside, she lies flat on her back, her chest falling and rising heavily. I would worry about her more if I didn’t have my safety to stress about, and now that she’s out of the picture, I’m once again getting Jimenez’s full attention.

I watch his cock twitch and fight to keep the repulsion off my face. But nothing escapes the watchful eye of my husband.

“Clean him off,” Xavier demands. “Lick her juices off his dick.”

I glare at him, showing the next sign of disobedience for the night.