Like a cat, she arched her body down, pressing her weight on her elbows and pushing her reddened ass back against the onslaught of this being plundering her forbidden treasure.
The dark man reached his hand down to her neck then dragged his fingertips along her exposed spine, sending fireworks of pleasure through her system.
With a gasp for air, she squeezed her eyes shut and came. She couldn’t breathe and every muscle tightened then began to flex. The release was a detonation of every nerve ending in her body. Her juices flowed down her thighs like a river as she freed the essence of her desires. Her body jittered and shook as she came.
“Fuck, baby, I can feel your muscles move when you come.” He breathed through gritted teeth and sucked in a deep breath.
With a groan she felt the volcanic spurts of the darker man erupting into her body. It burned as he continued to spew his seed over and over.
Motionless and weak, her mouth open and eyes shut, Sharnet’s body was relaxing and everything around her dissipated into nothingness as she fell to the bed in a heap. The soft satin sheets comforted her and she felt herself drifting into a relaxing sleep as the men both vanished in the same way they had come to her.
Was this all an erotic dream?
With a brush of her hand along her inner thigh, she knew it wasn’t a dream.
Her moment of ultimate peace was shattered by a loud slam of a door.
“Sharnet, where the fuck is my suitcase? I’m going away this weekend.” A drunken man staggered into the bedroom.
“It’s in the closet, Carl. The same place it always is. Where to this week, Atlantic City or Vegas?” She had a sarcastic tone to her voice. Her husband was a husband in name only and she hated how he used her.
Carl walked back into the bedroom from the closet, holding a weekend suitcase. “What does it matter?” He stared at Sharnet as she lay on the bed, slightly wrapped by the silken sheets. “What the fuck were you doing?”
She looked surprised and didn’t know what Carl meant. “Uh, what are you talking about?”
“You know. You lying in the bed, half naked…wait a minute. Were you fucking somebody?”
“What?”
“You fucking whore. You were probably fucking some guy before I got home.”
“You’re drunk, Carl.”
“Is he still here?” Carl started walking around the bedroom, pulling at the curtains and blankets on the side of the bed. “If he’s here, I’ll fucking kill him. No bitch wife of mine is going to cheat on me. You fucking whore. After all I gave you.”
Sharnet had put up with degrading comments and horrific threats for so long that she finally had enough. “Fuck you, Carl. You go away almost every weekend and fuck your secretary of the month. All I do is stay home and deal with your shit.”
Tears welled in her eyes, her heart pounding from fear and the anger in her chest. “Maybe there is someone else. Someone who’ll be here. Someone to be a man and not a spineless fucking bastard like you are. Leave, just go, that’s what you are…”
The loud slap echoed through the room and Sharnet fell to the floor in a heap. Carl stood tall above her and pointed his finger.
“Nobody talks to me like that. Not even my wife. If you raise your voice to me again, I’ll fucking kill you—bitch.” The drinking, the anger, and the truth enraged Carl to a dangerous point.
Weakly propping herself up on her arms, she wouldn’t back down. Blood trickled from her nose and her lip burned.
Carl stepped up and pushed her elbow with his foot. Her arm collapsed and Sharnet fought to get up again. “When you get back. I’ll be gone, Carl. I’ll be…”
Carl knelt down and grabbed her by the shoulder, yanking her from the floor. She regained her balance and pushed himl away from her.
“Just go, leave. You’ll hear from my lawyer.”
His demeanor turned evil. He was now scorned by the woman whom he had basically thought he owned. “So that’s how you want it, huh?”
He lunged at Sharnet, hitting her high in the chest with his forearm and they slammed into the bedroom wall. Her head banged against the wall, making her dizzy. She looked up and saw in Carl’s eyes that he was going to beat her again. Maybe this time he’d finish the job and kill her. Terrified, she watched him reach back and saw his fist close—white knuckled, cocked back. She wouldn’t hang her head. Fuck him, she thought to herself.
As his fist started moving forward, she saw the shadows move behind him.
“Let go of my arm,” Carl yelled.