The Sins of Cowboy Colby Slade

The devil himself

·This chapter involves domestic abuse and rape, if you do not want to read this chapter skip to the next!·

Annabelle Dawson POV

I'd tried phoning Jesse just to make sure they'd got to the ranch before the storm started, but the lines were down. It would take a few days for them to be fixed, especially if the weather continued as it was predicted. Hearing the door downstairs, I sigh and hide my book in the place my husband would not dare to look, my underwear drawer. Pushing it to the very back I cover it with one of my slips. I run my hands over my clothes while looking in the long mirror to check my appearance, if there's one thing Garrett doesn't like, it's sloppiness.

As I walk in the kitchen, my husband is soaked from the weather but is warming his hands on the stove..

"Was everything alright over at the church? I was worried you would not make it back" As I said those words it felt like acid on my tongue, it was a lie, I'd like nothing more than for my "husband" to get stuck at his precious church but, Lord forgive me, I had to carry on with my act until the time was right and, I could escape the monster that was Preacher Garret Dawson.

"Where are the boys?" His voice was flat and held no emotion, I knew this would not end well but if I could give my boys a few days peace away from this monster I would accept my punishment for them, I would die for my sons.

"They went to the store and got caught in the weather, both are safe and at the Slade's ranch until it is safe for Jesse to drive" He looked over at me and I stilled, I could see he was angry and I knew now that this would not end well for me.

"Why did you allow them to leave the house in the first place? You should know your place after all of these years Annabelle" He yells while spit flies from his mouth, before I can answer his question I taste the blood in my mouth from his fist connecting with my lip. I learnt many years ago not to cry, I will not allow my tears to fall from the acts of this man.

"Go to our room now and prepare yourself"

Shivers run down my body knowing what is to come, I knew I would be punished but not this. I walk away as I hear him pouring himself the first whiskey he thinks none of us know he keeps. 

As I get to our room, I go to the bathroom and wipe my busted lip with a clean cloth, it needs a stitch, but I have no time for that now so I start removing my clothes, entering our bedroom I sit on my knees with my hands laid flat on my thighs...waiting, for the monster to enter and thinking about what my life has become. 

The door opens, and I feel him behind me, it's then that the scent of the strong whiskey hits my nose and my stomach turns. He doesn't utter a word as he goes over to the chair in the corner of our room, I keep my head low like the submissive he likes me to be, while all the time my eyes follow his feet and my ears take everything in. In no time at all he is stood before me naked and stroking himself in my face, making me feel dirty and sick.

"Open your mouth" I barely get my mouth open as he thrusts his member fully in, making me gag and try to push him away. Grabbing my hair in both his hands, he forces himself further down my throat as tears run down my cheeks.

"Don't you dare push me away!" He grits out, while getting rougher with every thrust. After a while his hands release a little from my head and begin stroking my hair as he quotes verses from his precious bible about the sins I have committed while his thrusts get sloppier, I know he is close and brace myself for what is to come. I feel his hands hold my head once again in a vice-like grip as he knows I hate what is to come, before I have time to think warm, salty essence fills my mouth making me gag. He closes my mouth with his hands under my chin commanding me to swallow it, I do as I am told but, feel a small amount dribble from my mouth and down my chin, as I go to wipe it away his hand connects with my cheek.

"Did I give you permission to clean yourself?" He asks, raising my head I look up to the man I once loved who now, I hate with a burning passion.

"No sir" I reply..

"Get on the bed and lay on your stomach" His command leaves no room for discussion so I stand and walk over to our bed, I lay down on the soft comforter thinking what a silly name it was for something that held no comfort for me whatsoever! I hear him in his wardrobe before approaching me. I feel the cold gel placed around my anus and I close my eyes, I can no longer stop the tears that trickle down my face.

"You will receive your punishment first Annabelle, after each spank you will reply "I must respect my husband"...I cringe at the word husband, he lost that right many years ago but, I'm in no position to argue..I feel the first slap and wince out at the pain..

"Are you listening to me woman?" He shouts.."Yes sir""Then let's begin" ...

20 spanks later, and I'm shuddering in pain as I feel his once again hard member rub up and down my sore buttocks..

"Kneel" I do as I'm told, but cannot help the cry that escapes my lips from the pain on my cheeks, more cold gel is put around my hole, I then feel it squirted on my cheeks giving me a small amount of relief from the hot stinging pain. His hands rub the gel on my cheeks as I feel his member push fully into my tight hole, I scream out in pain but receive another slap to my sore buttocks, his hand winds around my hair fisting it while he pushes himself fully in, hearing his grunts along with the pain makes the bile rise up my throat, not able to swallow it down his essence mixed with my drink from earlier land on the comforter..

"Naughty Annabella, you will pay for this while the boys are not here" I can tell he is smirking, while taking his pleasure and raping his wife. I lay there and pray to anyone that this ends soon..

I gave up a long time ago praying to my Lord, it seems wrong to worship the same one that the man that calls himself my husband also worships!

After pulling out of me, I clench at the pain, I'm told to clean the mess that I made on the bed before I'm allowed to bathe. I quickly change the bed cover and replace it with another before 

I lock the bathroom door, giving myself some privacy and time away from the devil himself.

 As I lay in the bath I allow my tears to fall wondering if death would be better than this life I lead? I quickly shake the thought from my head as I think about my boys....

I could never do that to my boys, I will bide my time and Preacher Dawson will pay for his sins, that I will make sure of!