Ivy Wilson was girl who had it all. the perfect parents, and a perfect life until one day her parents pass away in a car wreck, they were on the way to pick her up. she was all alone. her parents friends take her in. she thought her life couldn't ge...
she sits next to james who has a tightening grip on her thigh. she gulps as his hand trail up her thigh as he leans over " you havent given me what i wanted. it was our honeymoon and you only fucked me once "
she keeps her eyes low as he speaks
his hand gets higher closer to her area " how about you get on my lap.. and ride me" he whispers in her ear
she closes her eyes tightly. she knew what would happen if she didnt do what he said
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she fixes the dress as james pulls his pants up . she doesnt look at him. she is ashamed of herself
he pulls her close " you are my wife ivy. you are obliged to fuck me when i want. unless you want me to go out and screw different sluts each night"
she didnt care. he could do that and leave her alone. she didnt want him touching her not even to hand her something.
she just wanted him to go away
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he grabs her arm and pulls her close to him " smile. act like you had a wonderful time "
she nods and looks at him " i know"
" dont mouth back ivy"
she nods " right. sorry "
moments later they greet his parents " hey honey" his mom wraps her in her arms " how was it?"
" it was great " ivy says with a smile on her face that could fool anyone
his dad hugs her " thats great"
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they make it back to james place. they wave his parents goodbye. once they leave ivy heads in the house " i have guest coming over tonight so i want dinner done extra special and you looking nice. " he follows her in " and i dont want you embarrasing me or acting like a whore "
she nods " start dinner and then shower " he tells her in a demanding tone.
she heads into the kitchen and starts dinner. once its in the oven and stuff she heads up into the room and gets her outfit ready. she walks into the bathroom starting the shower and showers. she blow dries her hair. she brushes it and slips the dress on putting on light make up
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she looks in the mirror and she barely reconizes herself anymore
she didnt know if this one was the right one to wear in front of his friends but she didnt want him mad so she just left this one on.
she slips on some heels. james comes in the room " is this one ok?" she asks him softly
he looks at her " yes its ok" he moves close to her and pulls her close to him " dont speak very much to them alright?"
she nods " good now check on the food "
she rushes downstairs and sets the table as the door bell rings " be good " he says to her before pulling open the door letting in 4 of his friends
james shuts the door after they walk in " ivy" he says and she gives a small smile " my wife "
they look at her checking her out making her uncomfortable. james pulls her close to him. he glares at his friends " stop eye fucking my wife and sit down " he snaps at them
they look away and they sit down. she sits and james keeps a posessive grip on her
right now she felt kinda safe with him. she didnt trust his friends. they were creepy and gave her horrible vibes. she trusted james not to let them hurt her.
he kept his hand on her thigh as they ate. she kept her eyes low. james leans over " pick up my and your plate and head into our room" he whispers to her and she nods getting up grabbing the two plates and heading into the kitchen. she dumps the rest of the food that was on the plates into the trash
she puts the plates in the sink cleaning them
she feels hands go around her waist
she gasps and jumps pushing him away
james friend stares at her smirking at her as moves to her grabbing her arm pulling her to him
she struggles against him " let.. go.. of.. me" she gasps out
her hand flies up and slaps him harshly making a loud noise
james hears it and rushes into the kitchen to see his friend raising his hand at his wife
james moves quickly and punches him " get the fuck away from her "
his friend jumps back letting her go making her fall to the floor trembling
" get to the fucking room ivy" he spits out as he glares at the man
she gets up rushing out of the kitchen up the stares as she hears james curse and hearing his friend groan as he hits him over and over
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ivy strips from her clothes and slips on sweats and a t shirt. she sits on the bed trembling at what had happened. she didnt know what he wanted and why he did that. she didnt know what james was doing. was he gonna do something to her? was he gonna blame her? she was scared of what could happen
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james comes in the room with blood on his hands and shirt
she trembles in fear as she pulls the blanket over her face she rolls over and pretends to sleep. he looked different. his eyes were dark. he looked evil
she could hear him move and pulls his clothes off slightly cursing
she hears the bathroom door close and hears the shower turn on.
did he kill his friend? what happened?
she shook her head, she didnt wanna know
she didnt wanna get hurt cause she was curious.
she pushes her head into the pillows and closes her eyes tightly
. . .
she feels james get in the bed
he wraps his arms around her pulling her to his chest kissing her neck
