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Chapter 15 - Fucking Monday
Monday, March 30th, 2020. 6 am.
Nate lay next to me, but I felt grumpy instead of hugging him close.
Well, that's not accurate. I felt furious, scared, and mad. I don't
know why. I just did.
I felt like a little kid throwing a tantrum and destroying everything
just so the thing I feared and dreaded won't come true.
I tried to breathe and not run away before I hurt my feelings or
someone else's.
Just breathe, Rick! You promised you wouldn't run away! I thought to
myself. I fucking promised I wouldn't run!
I was stuck and frustrated. Ashley is coming in three hours! I knew I
could just enjoy this morning, but no matter how rational I tried to
see it, I couldn't swallow the pain inside.
I stood up and went to shower. I was fidgeting and swearing the whole
time, trying not to punch a hole in the wall.
When I finished and returned, Nate was already up and looking at me
with a sad smile. He got it quickly. No stupid questions. Nothing he
already hadn't known the answer to. He just brushed my stomach with
his hand and went silently into the bathroom himself.
"Clean yourself properly, boy. I need you badly." My voice was deep
with pain and anger.
"With pleasure, sir." Did he try to tell me he understood that I
would fuck him rough and hard and that we wished to take it? I hope I
understood his answer correctly cos I need my vengeance and to fucking
hate-fuck him now.
I pulled the blankets down and wanted to take rope but realized we
could not make marks anymore. This just infuriated me even more. I took
out a lube and paced around the room, drinking water, trying not to
throw it to the wall and smash it into pieces. Fuck I don't remember
the last time I was this angry and scared of something ahead of me. He
should have let me leave yesterday!
Nate came back ten minutes before seven. Two hours. I counted like a
madman feeling the pressure of her existence. He watched me take a sip
and then took it from my hand. Gulped down the rest and laid the bottle
on the table. He looked at me, knowing he was at my mercy. But I
didn't have any mercy in me at that moment! Not one tiny little bit!
This man got me to the edge and enjoyed all my wrath and anger I
bestowed upon him.
In a swift rough move, I took his throat with my hand and smashed him
with two steps into the wall behind him. Then, I launched on his lips,
and my tongue ruthlessly invaded his mouth and squeezed his throat. I
pulled his towel from his waist. His dick was already raging hard.
"On your knees, boy." Nate slid down to my legs without a word and
engulfed my semi-hard dick. Sucking like it was his last meal, licking
and bobbing his head so eagerly that in a few moments, I felt him
gulping my fully grown and hard cock into his throat, and enormous
amounts of saliva were spread all over my cock and hanging balls
swaying into his chin as I started fucking his face deep. I took his
jaw and pinned him to the wall while I ravaged his mouth. Nate looked
at me and just took it. By the way, his dick was leaking when I pulled
out he must have fucking loved it.
A stream of saliva went out his throat with my dick as he spasmed. I
rubbed it into his face, slapping him harder than I initially wanted as
his face turned to the side. He looked back at me with hunger! I
fucking loved this masochistic side of him right now! I needed him like
this right now!
"Stand up bitch." I took him up by his hair and turned him around,
slapping his butt.
"Arch your back." I slapped again. "More, slut!" I growled.
I went for the lube and watched his back muscles flex as his chest was
pressed to the wall, his back bent so that his rock-hard glutes were
pointing out for me, and his beautiful pink boy-pussy was waiting for
me eagerly.
He looked at me and put his arms behind his back, looking at me
sideways as his head and chest were the only stable points on the wall
holding him from falling. I came to him and stuck lubed fingers into
his crack. He moaned.
"Thank you, sir." "Please, sir, use me. Fuck me. Punish that hole!"
I was crazy with overwhelming feelings. Anger, fear, sadness, and
fucking rage, but most of all, I felt brokenhearted, and he was the
reason!
I took my cock and lubed it, ramming it fast and deep into his hole.
His head shook, and he screamed in pain.
"Be fucking careful what you wish for whore. I have so much rage in me
now, you wouldn't be able to walk for days if I decided to punish
you." I growled into his ear as I pulled his head back by the hair
while brutally thrusting into him again.
I held his hip and took most of my dick out just to ram it back in
again. He exhaled and gritted his teeth.
"Or, is that what you wanted all this time, whore? You want to punish
yourself for making me live through this mess I call my life now?"
I was longdicking him harder and harder each time.
"You want to feel me every time you'll speak with your wife and every
time you sit on that slutty ass of yours?"
"Yes, sir, I really do!"
"Then don't worry, boy, you will feel me." I rammed into him hardest
ever, and he started to moan and shake. Then I changed the pace and
began with fast trusting, pulling his hair back until I ravaged his
mouth with my tongue.
As I slowed a little, I spoke right into his ear.
"Don't worry, boy. I will fuck that hungry boy-pussy with her right
in the house. I will take you, slam you into the wall, and pound you so
hard you will beg me to cover your screaming mouth! Then I will breed
that cumdump of yours and make you keep it there while you will go back
to that bitch you call your wife, knowing that you are the" I rammed
into him hard with each next word "fucking, slutty, cum-hungry wife of
mine. And you can't get enough of this fucking dick."
I was getting close. I felt my balls tighten, and I was starting to
shake.
"Say it as I'll breed you whore!" I was fucking him deep and fast,
and he stammered:
"I am your fucking, cum-hungry wife! I can't get enough of your
fucking dick, sir!" I listened to every word as my balls let go and
sent me into oblivion, shaking and blacking out as I cum so hard, I
screamed, seemingly for hours.
When I came back to my senses, I was holding him close to me, arms
around his shoulders and neck. I was shaking slightly as I pulled out
and watched his pussy gape, holding my cum in.
"Keep that cum in, boy. I will fuck you today, and I want to feel that
as I will do it.
"Yes, sir. Can I cum, sir?"
In the haze of fucking him, I haven't realized he didn't come too.
Good. I thought.
"You will, boy. But your wife will be in the next room, and I will
watch your face as you will do everything you can not to scream." I
whispered into his ear and then licked it.
He sighed and looked at me with a disappointed smile.
I had to kiss him.
We showered again and dressed.
"Nathaniel," I started, calmer and a bit remorseful, although still
frustrated, "I need to be sure of one thing."
He looked at me.
"If you ever feel I am crossing your line and hurting you, I have to
be sure you will tell me."
"I would tell you, Richard." I believed he meant it. Still, the
amount of rage this guy could take... Maybe he is not sexually attracted
to any sex, but whoever can punish him in the right way.
As we went down to have breakfast Nate's phone rang. He cursed and
looked at me.
"It's my secretary. If she calls me before nine, it means it's
crucial. I have to take this. I am sorry."
"Sure, I understand. Do you want me to bring you something to eat?"
"That would be amazing. Thank you, Richard."
He kissed me for the longest time on those stairs. We both knew this
might be the last but hoped it won't. Then he picked up his phone and
called her back as he went up to his room where he usually works since
the beginning of lockdown.
I felt shitty. Honestly, I wanted some normal interaction before Ashley
came. Not to end it on the hate-fuck.
This day is getting worse by the minute.
I made us breakfast and coffee. I brought his plate over into his room
just to see him immersed in the screen before him, talking with his
secretary in a calm but concerned voice.
He mouthed `Thank you' as he took the mug and plate, but I could
clearly see he was busy even eating right now.
I left and went to eat by myself, trying to plan the day and be
productive. At least to be able to concentrate on anything else than
how little time I have before Ashley comes.
I was working just a few minutes in my room when someone knocked on the
door from the hall.
I opened it, and Nate stood there with a sad smile, telling me Ashley
just came and he would take her suitcase. I nodded. He went down and
put on the mask to greet her from a distance.
Ashley looked nice in her usual perfect appearance, with her hair in a
sleek ponytail. Her grey eyes, the same as mine, looked at Nate with
such appreciation and love that it made me put my arms around myself as
I watched them.
Even though they kept their distance, they both seemed genuinely happy
to see each other and care for one another. As she greeted him, she
looked up and saw me. I don't know how exactly I was looking, but
because I didn't have a mask on, I don't think I could adequately
conceal my disappointment from her return. Ashley's eyes grew cold as
she looked at me, and with a stern wave, she disappeared into her
office - the room she would stay in for the next two weeks.
Nate went up with her suitcase and put it in the corner of their room.
"Is everything ok?"
"Pretty much. I don't think she is happy being confined there, but
it's better than quarantining with strangers somewhere."
"Sure. How about you?" I asked him
He looked troubled, but I don't know if it was because of me or work.
"I don't know, lots of things on my mind right now."
I nodded. "Me too."
"I am sorry, Richard. I will have to bring her something to eat and go
straight back to work."
"Sure, don't let me stop you." I turned to go to my room
"Richard, are we ok?"
"I don't know. I hope so." I thought about what more to say, but
nothing came to mind, so I smiled at him forcefully and walked to my
door.
The day dragged on. I felt like nothing today was going well. I replied
to a couple of emails but rescheduled all calls and meetings for
another day as I thought I was in my "asshole mood" so deep that I
worried I could ruin some people's day, even in a short conversation.
At some point, I slammed the laptop shut, took my running shoes and
hoodie, and went for a run. I stopped before Nate's door but left him
to work in peace.
Hood up, music on loudest my ears could take, and I started running so
fast I had to stop after a while just to breathe. Then, thoughts began
streaming into my head, and I had to run again. I ended up on that hill
we stopped at with Nate. Great. Just what I needed, more reminiscence
of us.
Still, I stopped and just looked down at the houses. I hated them
without reason; today, I just bathed in hate. Then, I saw the bushes
uphill and found the top of that tree with my eyes. I went there.
Masochistic and stupid me! I knew that I really had developed feelings
for this man in this short time.
I found it easier this time and sat on the ground, realizing how cold
it was.
I felt like crying, but no tears were emerging, just sadness,
emptiness, and worry. My phone rang. "Nate Hayes," I read aloud the
name on the screen. Then, with no emotion, I picked up.
"Yes?"
"Hi, have you gone somewhere?"
"I went for a run."
"Oh, okay, sure. Richard, I think it's useless to ask if you are all
right, but is there anything I can do to help?"
How fucking generous. I thought, "Not really, Nathaniel. I am just
trying my hardest to stay sane."
There was silence on his side for a moment.
"I understand. Richard, I was just going to cook something. I wanted
to ask if you were going to eat with me."
"Sure. I will come in about twenty minutes."
"Okay, I will see you then."
We hung up, and I stood up, looking around for the last time. I wanted
to scream, but I just hugged the tree in frustration and sadness and
went "home".
I came in and took off my shoes and hoodie. As I walked into the
kitchen, I took out my earpads, watching Nate prepare the food on that
counter where I fucked him just a few days prior. He looked at me and
smiled.
"Go shower. It will be ready in a few minutes."
I had another idea. "I will shower after. You continue, boy." He
froze, looking at me, and then glanced with worry at Ashley's door.
Yes, he could clearly see them from where he was standing, and I slowly
stepped toward him with a menacing look.
"Richard?"
"Sir, boy, and I said continue," I growled, stepping behind him.
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