Ashanti

chapter 7

Ashanti's pov:

          I woke up feeling happier than ever before, Frederick is traveling for three days, apparently the girls don't have anything important to do for the next three days, so he's going on a business trip.

      I continued packing his bags, occasionally stopping to dance because I get to take a break from him and his awful claws. He doesn't let me out of his sight, it's so sickening. I have to be around a man who smells like garlic all day and he wants me sleeping in his room, I don't even know when this new found love of his
Started, usually I only go to his room for punishment, which includes beating and forceful nonconsensual sex.
     
      "My beautiful wife" I felt him hug me from behind which made me stiffen, he kissed my neck with his oily black lips making me cringe internally, I immediately felt like vomit when his hands found its way to my boobs

     Everything he was doing right this moment felt so wrong, not like it ever felt right before but right now I feel like I'm committing a grave sin, like I shouldn't be doing it because it's not right.

        "I wish I could take you with me" he said turning my body to face his

Eww no I don't wanna go

      "You're beautiful my love" he said with his croaked voice, the sight before me made me so disgusted about my past decisions

       "Thanks" I gave him a tight lipped smile, getting out of his embrace "I still have things to pack" I said robotically hoping he gets the hint that I want him to get lost

      "Fuck that shit, I wanna have some fun with you before I leave" my eyes immediately widen when I saw him removing his belt

       Wait, wait, wait.... This can't happen. Ever since I kissed Valencia, I feel so guilty whenever Frederick touches me in a certain way, it felt like I was betraying Valencia which is wrong. I'm married to Frederick so this things shouldn't feel wrong to me.

        "Why are you just standing there? Strip for me" it was only then I noticed he was naked

      "I- i'm on my period" I lied, hoping he doesn't ask me to show him my panties.

       "That shouldn't be a problem my dear wife, that is why you have a mouth,put that disrespectful mouth of yours to work. Disrespect my dick, that's the only thing your mouth is allowed to do" he grinned showing off his cigarettes stained teeth

  I shivered in disgust as he stroked his dick in front of me, I've never ever ever sucked his dick in my entire years of being married to him. Now I regret lying. I should've just allowed him stick it in and get over with it when he's tired, he usually doesn't take more two minutes

         "I like the way you're staring at my dick baby, you nasty little slut I know you've been waiting for this moment, now get on your knees and pleasure daddy" no fuck no! I have never waited nor craved to suck his fucking hairy shrimp dick!

         I got on my knees in front of his dick and just to my fucking dismay he slapped his dick on my cheeks laughing hysterically. I swallowed deeply fighting back the urge to bite his dick off.

       "Stroke me!" He ordered, I weakly placed my hands on his dick, stroking him with tears building up in my eyes, I feel so disgusted with myself

         "Just like that wifey" he groaned thrusting forward into my hands, my tears fell freely from my eyes as he held his dick and shoved it in my mouth

        "I wanna ruin that pretty mouth of yours" he held my head in place thrusting his hips in my mouth, he then pull my head back to see my teary eyes "what the fuck Ashanti! You're so useless" he pushed me harshly to the floor and I just remained there crying and being disgusted with myself.