Warning: Do not read this if you are under 18. Sexual themes, sexual activity, harassment, torture, forced affection, kidnapping, mentions of murder, violence, Bdsm kinks, swearing and cursing.
Note: This is a work of fiction any names, locations, or events are purely made by the author's imagination. I dunno why I even wrote this 😭
- MARITAL PLEASURE -
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The night is young, and you look stunning! A tight sparkly wine red dress hugged your form. Stunningly bold make-up adored your features. Your hair styled in an elegant neat updo. Hugo -your husband- wore a black suit, with a with a wine red tie to match your dress.
"Darling, do I look good?" You asked your husband.
"Of course you look beautiful as ever!" He breath out, causing you to giggle.
What occasion could there be for you to prepare this way? Well, today is your first time attending one of your college alumni's. For the past years you've avoided attending because you were busy with your personal life. But now your ready, and you brought your husband with you too.
As you both arrive to the venue, all eyes were on you. Old friendly classmates gave you complements, whiles the bitchy ones gave you looks of judgement. Making you hesitate for a bit, your husband notices this and comforts you by squeezing your hand gently.
The both of you were welcomed by the host, who happens to be your best friend, Amy. It was her turn to host the alumni this year, and that's actually one of the reasons why you came. She gave you a quick hug which you mirrored back. Unbeknownst to you, your husband snickers at.
"Damn gurl, you look amazing," Amy complements.
"Yeah, you too girl!!!" You both fangirl with each other to your husband's dismay.
"As much as I love to stay and chat, but I still have to greet the other guests. So will you please just sit over there and wait for me?"
"Sure," you hummed, giving her one last smile before dragging your husband towards the table you both were assigned in.
Later on, the party went great! Amy and a few others said there toast. The food was amazing. And the conversations you shared with your former batch mates were good. Oh how could your night turn for the worst..?
"I have to go to the bathroom," your husband whispers in you ear. Giving him a short nod before he left.
"Hey gurl long time no see!" You look over and see Charlie -your favorite gay friend from highschool! He came over to your table and you to chat for a while.
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-HUGO POV-
I was getting back from my little trip to the bathroom. When I came over the table I saw another man talking to my wife. I fasten up my pace, I saw them both get up and... And he hugged her. He hugged my wife.
I don't know what came over me, maybe jealousy and rage. I don't know, but all I know is that I saw red. I grabbed the mother fucker's collar and landed a punch square on his face. My wife gave a horrified expression. But I didn't care I continued to punch him in the face.
The moment I was pulled away from the man by security guards, many eyes were on us. My wife hurriedly pulled me out before apologizing to that man. Like I mean why would she apologize?! That bastard fucking had it coming! Trying to flirt with my wife and thinking that I ain't gon' do shit!
We got farther away from the venue, my wife was walking infront of me. I gently placed a hand on her shoulder. To my shock, she slapped it away.
"Darling, what's wrong?" I asked.
"WHAT'S WRONG!?" She burst. "WHAT'S FUCKING WRONG IS THAT YOU PUNCHED MY FRIEND INFRONT OF EVERYONE AND YOU TELL ME WHAT'S FUCKING WRONG?!"
"Babe, he tried to hug you! Wait, fuck no, he DID hug you!" I'm trying my best to keep calm, I don't wanna do something to my wife that I'll regret.
"HE WAS GAY FOR FUCK SAKE!!!"
"That doesn't matter," I tried to reason. "He could take you away from me... Everyone could! That's why I don't want you to attend these stupid parties!"
"WELL YOU KNOW WHAT IM FUCKING TIRED OF THIS SHIT!" She takes of the weeding ring that was on her finger and throws it on the sandy ground. "I'm done!" She walks away to leave.
"Wait, (Y/N) love!" I called out picking up the ring. "We can work this out," I got up only to find her gone. I clenched my jaw as my grip on the ring tightens. She'll come back, she always does. She can't git rid of me she's mine. Mine and mine alone....
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-NORMAL POV-
You came back to the venue using the back door, waiting for your best friend to arrive. You can't believe that your husband would do such a thing. Like I i mean he is quite possessive and maybe a little bit brutal but doing that, this just out with the line. You can't take it anymore, he gets jealous way too easily, and for the littlest and the most stupidest things too. Calling it quits on him, was the best idea you've made in your life.
Amy came inside and saw your crying state.
"Gurl are you okay," she sat beside you rubbing circles in your back.
"I want a divorce with Hugo," you state in between sniffles. Amy's mouth went wide.
"Are you sure that's three years wasted on nothing?" She asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. I can't take this shit anymore."
"Well I'll be here to support yah," she smiles. "Come on you can stay at my place."
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In the morning you headed out to a cafe instead of heading back home. There's no way your going back there. Thank goodness that you and Amy where the same size, she's so generous for lending you some of her clothes till you get yours back.
Sitting at a chair as you wait for your companion to arrive. He's name is Calvin Ratcliff and he's your friend, and he's also a divorce lawyer. Just what you need right now.
You here the cafe bell ring, turning your head towards the door you see Calvin enter. He scratched his ginger hair as his blue eyes meet your. He made his way towards you before taking a seat as well. Fixing up his suit and tie
"What can I do for you Mrs Yvaniss," he says formally.
"There's really no need for formalities, Cal. We've known each other all our lives." He hummed as he sips his coffee. "And that's what I need you for. I want to be ex-Mrs. Yvaniss and be Miss (L/N) again."
The look on his face held shock. His eyes widened and it looked like he almost spat his coffee out. Clearing his throat before he spoke.
"Are you sure about this? You know you can't take it back once the divorce happens right?"
"Yeah I'm sure of this."
"Like really really sure? I know you, (Y/N). Your the type to make rash decisions," he states.
"Well maybe I am but this is for real!" You argued." I can't stand him anymore!"
"Well, If you sure. Then sign this," he offers you divorce papers and you signed them quickly. "Now we only need his signature."
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It's been a week since your encounter with Calvin. Your husband has been calling you non stop. You ignore all of his calls and kept sending divorce papers to the house. Now you figured it was time to take out all of your things and maybe even try to convince him to sign the papers.
You made your way towards the house you used to live in. Your gonna miss this place, its a freaking mansion to be honest. Damon was always born from wealth and maybe that's why he developed that type of personality too.
As you opened the door, it was unlocked to your bitter shock. Inside you saw Hugo sitting on the couch vodka in hand, and many more empty bottles left scattered on the floor. He look wasted, his once shiny blonde hair was now a mess, the only thing covering up his pale body was the fur robe he was wearing. At the sound of the door opening he snaps his head to you. His eyes brighten up as he runs up to hug you. You only pushed him away causing him to from.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" He asked in his deep Russian voice. "I'm so glad you came back!"
"That's not why I'm here," you pulled out the divorce papers from your bag and shoved it in his exposed chest. "I need you to sign this."
You made your way upstairs, towards your shared room. Hugo took a minute reading the contents of the letter before running upstairs towards you. By now you were already packing your things.
"Darling, what is the meaning of this!" He points at the divorce papers.
"Are you to drunk to read?" You huffed annoyed as you continued packing. "Those are divorce papers. I want a divorce!"
The look on his face saddens, his forehead crunched up. He reacya hand over to you, but you only slapped it away. Closing your bag you headed for the door. He pulls you back causing you to let go of your suitcase and be backed up against a wall.
"Sweetheart no, no, no, NO!" He snaps. "This is all just in your head. Stop this and we can live happy again."
"Your supposed to hate me Hugo!" You shouted.
"I do hate you!," he snaps. ""I hate you for giving up on me. I hate you for giving up on us. I hate you for hurting me. I hate you for making me cry. I hate you for leaving me. I hate you for not being there when I needed you the most. I hate you for what you've done. I hate you for ruining everything we had. I hate you for making me trust you when you were just gonna break that trust. I hate you for making me love you so much. Mostly, I hate you for making me a fool because I still love you despite everything you put me through. I will always, always love you, sweetheart."
He forces a kiss on you, going deeper and deeper in your mouth. You managed to pull away as you scream at him.
"GET OF ME YOU LUNATIC!" You pry him of you picking up your suitcase and heading to the door. Facing his shock form one last time. "ITS OVER BETWEEN US AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU EVER AGAIN. I HATE YOU. YOUR A FUCKING MONSTER!"
You hurriedly ran downstairs. Hugo was still frozen in shock by your words. He was having a hard time processing them, yet the more he processes the more his heart shatters. To him you were like a rose. A beautiful and gently thing that belonged to him. So much so, that he forgot you had thorns, and that you can sting too.
Hugo made his way downstairs, but it was too late. When he got there he saw you and Calvin pick up the suitcase and put inside the trunk of the car. He runs up to the both of you. But was stopped when Calvin pulls out a gun.
"Stop right there!" Calvin points a gun at Hugo. "(Y/N) get in the car!"
You did as he ordered, soon Calvin came in too. You both drove off, you saw Hugo from the front view mirror. He was just standing there in the driveway, watching as you two leave...
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The both of you got back to your new apartment, an uncomfortable silence was shared for both of you. You decide to break it by offering him a drink, which he agreed.
"Do you want a drink?"
"Yeah, that be nice."
"Just wait for me in the living room." You state as headed in the kitchen to prepare him a cup of coffee.
Calvin made himself comfortable in your couch, basically slouching on it. You came back cup in hand as you handed it to him. You sat beside him as you think of a way to strike up a conversation. The silence didn't seem to bother him, as he was enjoying the coffee you made.
"So I would just like to say thank you," you started. "Thank you for coming and picking me up. If it wasn't for you Hugo would've caught up to me."
"It's no big deal," he faces you. You stare down at his lips, they look so fucking kissable. Wait, wait, wait. What in the world are you doing right now? Thinking impure thoughts about your best friend. He doesn't even have feelings for you, or maybe he does.
He did helped you many times, aren't does signs of him being attracted to you right. And he's even saved you today, it's clearly evident that he likes you back. Not thinking clearly, you cup his face and pulling him in a hot passionate kiss. You were clearly enjoying it, while he on the other hand didn't kiss you back nor did he pull away. After you were running out of breath, you pulled away. You were about to kiss him again, but he stopped you.
"(Y/N)," he said in a serious tone. "Why did you do that?"
"Because I like you, Cal." You placed a hand on his lap, which he flicked away.
"I just don't feel the same," he sighed getting up. "I'll call you when the divorce is final."
With that he left, leaving you in your heart broken state. Your eyes blinked and tears started rolling down. You didn't understand why he didn't like you back. You were embarrassed and saddened, and cried yourself to sleep that night.
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The next morning came, and you woke up to find yourself inside a dark room your unfamiliar with. A ball gag was on your mouth and you were wearing nothing except a slip nightgown. Your feet and hands were trained on the bed, leaving you stuck.
You desperately tried to trash around, but it was to no avail. Soon enough of voice spoke causing you to flinch a little.
"Sweetheart, calm down," you recognize that a russian accent anywhere, it was Hugo. You turn your head towards the noise and you saw his tall form towering over you. You glared daggers at him, while he stares at you with lustful blue eyes.
To him, you never looked prettier than you did right now. Hugo ran his hand along your cheek, caressing it. Before bending down to kiss you sweetly.
"Don't worry darling. I'm only gonna keep you down here untill you learn your lesson. And untill you conceive my child," he said, a menacing tone attached to his voice.
Screaming pitifully behind your ball gag. You've had been tied up to the bed, you wrists and ankles restrained to each corner. You knew your husband was a little bit of a lunatic, but you didn't expect him to do this!? Maybe he is crazy -crazy inlove with you that is.
Hugo headed over to the nearest table and pulled out a vibrator. Eyes widening, you knew exactly what he had in mind and felt your heart start to race inside your chest.
You desperately squirmed in the restraints as your husband came back to the bed and started pulling of your dress. Now, looking down at your naked body. He looked so mischievously handsomest and evil, that you couldn't help but long for him a little.
"God, you really are so sexy when you're tied up like this," he said, smirking at her. "We should do this more often."
You moaned, unable to speak, and your noises got louder when Hugo held the vibrator against your clit. It was turned up to the highest setting and immediately sent a wave of sensation throughout your frail body. Being tied up and exposed only increased the amount of sensitivity of your clit, making this whole situation even more torturous.
"You're in for a fun evening, sweetheart!" said Hugo, as he went back to the table for the bondage tape he kept. He had been fantasizing about this night ever since you started dating. But when you got married he was too afraid of showing this side of him. A side to him that you've yet to known until now.
You knew what he was up to, and your suspicions were confirmed when Hugo taped the vibrator in place on your clit. You couldn't help but whimper and squirm, the vibrator making you dizzy and shaky.
"Mmmm, MMMM!" You moaned out, drooling out of the corner of the ball gag. Your first orgasm had taken over you, but you didn't have any relief after it had passed, as the vibrator was still there, humming away.
Hugo laughed as he leaned down to stroke your hair. "There's plenty more where that came from. I'll be back soon."
Horrified and so aroused it wasn't even funny, you moaned as he left the room, leaving you there in your tortured state. All you could do was wiggle around and succumb to the sensations of the vibrator, which was already making you cum again.
You lost count of the amount of times you've released by the time Hugo came back. You where purely exhausted by now, and it's a miracle that you've yet to pass out.
"Well, did someone get their fill?" Hugo teased as he approached the bed and finally shut the vibrator off.
He undid the tape and reached down to touch your pussy, to find it soaking wet. A big dark spot had formed underneath it. Your poor jaw was deliciously aching against the ball gag by this point, and your eyes grew wide as you saw your husband bring out a dildo now.
"Since you're so wet, this should be no problem," he said, with an evil glint in his eye.
This was the biggest dildo you've seen in in real life, you couldn't believe how easily it slid right inside of you after having cum so many times. You could feel your pussy stretching to accommodate its size but was surprised at how amazing it felt to be this full.
Hugo watched, aroused as ever, as he slid the dildo in and out of your soaked pussy, watching how you coated the toy with your juices. Every move was getting him harder and harder, until he finally had had enough and stood up.
"Mmmm?" You moaned out, wondering if he was going to fuck you now.
"Yes, yes, you'll get your fill of cum, don't worry," Hugo teased, winking at you as he took off his clothes.
Returning back between your legs, Hugo slid his cock inside of you with one swift motion, hitting you fully and deeply. You squealed against the gag, writhing now as your husband began to pound away in repeated thrusts. You were seeing stars, weak from the entire evening, but not wanting it to stop.
"Look at you, all tied up for me," Hugo breath out as he watched his cock thrust inside of you.
All you could do was moan, and he loved to hear how you sounded when your wearing that gag. It was such a turn-on to him to have you this exposed, bound, and unable to move. With your legs spread apart like this, he was able to bottom out inside your pussy, causing your cute little whimpers to get louder and louder.
Finally, after what felt like hours of hard pounding, Hugo let out a loud groan as his cock began to twitch inside of your used pussy, shooting his cum deep inside. Sinking deeper against the mattress, relishing in this sensation of being completely satisfied and having also satisfied your husband.
"Holy shit," he groaned, finally pulling his cock out from you. A trickle of cum came out as he did so. "Such a good girl."
Hugo reached up to brush a few pieces of hair from your face. To your relief, he undid the ball gag and pulled it out from between your lips. You tried to scream but your mouth was already so sore.
"The perfect wife," Hugo said, dipping his head down to kiss you.
You watched as Hugo went around and unclasped each restraint, leaving you finally free. He pulled you against him and began to massage your wrists.
"So no more associating with the people that I don't like, sweetheart. Okay?" he asked, kissing your forehead. Your dropped your head against his shoulder. "Yes, of course." You say before fully passing out
-HUGO POV-
Although she didn't making any promises. This one still counts. After I gave a little bit of aftercare to my sweet little (Y/N). I headed out to work. Calling one of my hitmen, I assigned him to hunt down three specific people that could tarnish my relationship with my sweetheart.
This will truly teach her a lesson. She is mine and mine alone. And if she ever tries to leave me again, she will face and even worst punishment.
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