Gracie Freaking Hall

The Three Furies (Pt.1/3)

*Warning Mature scenes

Sydney

He slammed his cock hard into me, one hand fisting my hair in a tight ponytail, the other wrapped tightly around my waist as he pressed me against our cabinet. I gasp in pleasure as I clutch onto the sides of the cabinets for support. His hand on my hair pulls and tilts me upward, so now I stare at the girl in the mirror's reflection. The mirror on the cabinet only allowed me to see the top half of my naked body. My breasts hung there as they jiggled with every thrust as the cabinet shook underneath from his force. However, as much as I wanted to avoid looking at my face, I couldn't. I was sure that was part of his punishment from last night. He was still angry when I told him the news of Brianna being back and attending the memorial service. I could see the dark purple mark on my right cheekbone, still really dark, even with all the rancid meat I had put on it through the night. I wanted to be the one he heard it from, not someone else in town, but that still didn't stop his fist from clashing with my cheek. I had just come from the memorial service.

"Mathew," I called for him. He is sitting in his study, looking over some papers with the dim light of his desk lamp. He looks up, his black hair falling over his blue eyes slightly, as he gives me a boyish grin. He stands up, and comes over to me, wrapping me in his arm. I snuggle into him, leaning my head on the crock of his neck. Never knowing what would set him off, these moments felt fleeting, so I savored them all. Part of me wants to throw away the whole plan of telling him Brianna was back. I still don't believe it myself, but there she stood with the confidence she always carried with her. I always envied that, now more than ever. However, I knew if I didn't tell him and gossip got him, it would be worse.

"How was the memorial service?" he asks me.

"About that-" I tell him and remove myself from his grasp, my fingers twirling with each other as I bite my bottom lip in hesitation.

"Yes?" he says with a raised eyebrow.

"Brianna is back in town," I whisper.

"What?" I can hear his angry voice and look up to see his face contorted in an evil grimace. His jaw is slack and his green eyes have turned a darker shade. "That bitch is back?" he spits out harshly. All I can do is nod my head. His eyes narrowed at me, "Did you speak to her?"

I gulp. I didn't want to lie but didn't want to tell him the truth. However, my gulp and wide-fearing eyes gave me away too quickly. His fists come in contact with my face not once but thrice. As I fall to the ground, I'm left wondering how he always managed to hit the exact same position all the time without missing a beat. I don't even yelp anymore at the beatings. Back then, it felt unreal, and he always apologized, promising to never do it again. I believed him. Then he would tell me that the problem was me, I needed to be careful and act better, so I did. Yet, somehow, I could never get it right.

He looks at me on the floor, still seething. I reach my arm up to the spot and wince a little at the pain, already knowing it would leave a mark I had to cover up. He looks at me and finally gulps, his eyes changing to softer ones as he kneels in front of me. He reaches a hand out and I gently scoot back. I can see the flash of anger and hurt in his eyes as he tsks, "Don't move." He reaches out again, this time I didn't move, and he places a gingerly hand on my cheek. He runs a soft thumb across it and scolds. "I'm sorry baby. I just- you can't talk to her," he tells me.

"I know," I mouth.

"Then why- why did you do it? You know she tried to keep us apart all those years ago."

I nod my head, I did know.

"Is that what you want? Us- apart?" I didn't respond right away as I thought for a moment. Could I actually finally leave him? However, that was my undoing as the hesitation was too long. His eyes narrow at me as anger takes over again. His soft touch is long gone as he grabs my hair tightly from the back.

"Are you thinking of leaving me?" He mutters through clenched teeth.

"No- no," I stammer quickly as I grab his arm, but his hold only tightens as he yanks on my hair, pulling me closer to his lips. I could see his inner cynic had come out.

"Sydney, you know I'm the only one who completes you. I'm the only one who can put up with you. Remember- you used to be as slutty as your friends, but I changed that and made you an honest woman." He yanks me hard toward the floor and releases his hand as my head hits the flooring. He stands up and outstretches his hands for me to look at everything. "I have given you a home and everything you could ever want." He sighs, "all I ask is for you to do your part and be the dutiful wife you know you can be. That's all sweetheart." He shakes his head and steps over me, heading toward the door.

"Such a good girl," he coos in my ear as he thrusts deeper into me, making me bite my lip at the sensation. I could tell he was close, his hand no longer wrapped around my waist but went up to my throat, grabbing that for support as he sloppily thrust into me. Finally, he groans in ecstasy before placing his head on my shoulder, taking long and laborious breaths, trying to rhythm his breathing as I follow shortly behind. He looks at me through the mirror, his length still buried deep inside me. He gives me his boyish grin again as he softly tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear. This is the man I had fallen in love with, the sweet and caring guy I met all those years ago. He whispers into the room, "I can still feel your orgasms on my dick, Sydney." He gives me a lopsided smile, "You came twice while I only did once. I think next time you owe me two, don't you?"

I give him a weak smile and nod as his words make me slightly embarrassed. He wraps his arms around my waist and turns to look me in the eye. "You see why you don't want to leave me Sydney, no one brings you so much pleasure as I do. Or, how will you explain that you liked to be fucked roughed to someone else? No one else will understand you as I do. Just like no one understands me better than you." I nod my head along with his words. He was right. No one would love me like he did and no one understood me like him. "I love you, Syd," he says and looks down at my stomach, "and I already love the child we're going to have." He pulls out of me and flips me around. He strokes my cheek and says, "that's why you need to try harder to get pregnant okay, or-" he gives me a quizzical look, "do you not want to have a kid as much as I do?"

"I do," I tell him and wrap my arms around my stomach as if there was already a child there.

He grabs some tissues behind us and begins cleaning himself up, nodding his head. "You know," he looks down at my breast and licks his lips, "I'm excited to watch those swell up." He places his hands on them, squeezing them, only eliciting another moan from me as he pinches my nipples. He leans closer to whisper in my ear, "Our son isn't the only one who's going to have these precious milk jugs to himself." He squeezes them again and begins to walk out. Leaving me breathless as I grab a handful of tissues and wipe myself clean.

"You know," he knocks on the door frame, startling me. He gives me a wide grin, "I was thinking about what we talked about yesterday and maybe seeing Brianna wouldn't be so bad. Maybe you can tell her to leave us alone and be done with it."

I nod my head. "Sure, after you leave, I'll take a quick shower, put on some makeup and simple clothes, and go there."

"Sounds good. Love you, Syd."

"Love you, Matt," I responded with a flat smile.

I watched the hours tick by as I finally got the courage to stand up and make my way to her house. I stood to the left of the house, watching the familiar figures of my ex-best friends standing on their respectable sides as well.

I had come to face the devil, but so had they. 

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Well, that was one chapter down. More to come. Let's see what happens.