As I click the stove off I smile proud of myself because the spaghetti is done in time for Peter to get home. My breath catches fast in my throat when the front door slams. Either he's angry or it's some scary burglar. I walk towards the table and peak down the hallway. "Sweet pea?" I say quieter than I should. I gulp and step into the hallway to be greeted by his sight. I jump and cover my mouth "hi" I add then I can't help but smile again. He's so handsome.
He smiles back and hangs his jacket. Th this is isn't a a a normal ha happy smi smile.....
"You look cute" he says frankly. He walks towards me quickly and I'm not sure of his next actions. "Move" he growls and I stumble to the side of the stairs. "Spaghetti!" I follow him and rub his shoulders but he pushes my hands off.
"I know you love back rubs bubby" I say getting closer again. I hear him gulp down my glass of wine. "Bubby?" I lay my head on his back. He groans and turns around. "I also love hearing of my wife gardening in a slutty little outfit. Gill sent me pictures thinking it was a joke Lucy" his voice is strict and thick. He backs me into the table. I know he hates when I expose myself but it was fucking hot today. I can't take this anymore.
"It's not my fault our neighbors a perv! If you were a real man you wouldn't let him do that to me!" I grit my teeth and I don't even know what I just said. He laughs getting more angry. He leans in slowly making the hair on the back of my head rise. "Run" he looks at the ceiling starting to shake in anger. I slowly get on my two feet and off the table. "Pete..." I look back. "GO GOD DAMNIT LUCY IM GOING TO KILL YOU" his fists squeeze till his knuckles are white and his muscles are bulging.
I can hear him panting as I wrong up the stairs. Ever since he started anger management he breathes hard like that. I don't know why I said what I did. How come I'm the slut? A skirt and tank top is not slutty. Uh- "OH MY GOD PETE" I'm screaming when he grabs me. "Peter I'm sorry really" now I'm the one panting. He pins me against a wall and he's just staring at me. His eyes are so dark I'm not sure how big his pupils are. "Lucy wants to see a real man huh?" His voice is deeper and the old Peter that held me last night is gone. I shake my head only noticing I'm crying by feeling tears drip off my chin. "No no I'm looking at one" I swallow and my throat is dry.
He drops me to the ground followed with a quick spit and smack on my cheek. "You do not talk to me like that. And you always always Lucy always pick up when I call" he hits my other cheek and grabs my wrists. He pulls me to the window facing Gills house. I hate when Peter is like this. If he loved me would he hurt me like this?
I feel his big hands on the back of my thighs causing me to look back at him. He snickers and kissing my aching cheek. "Precious little girl" he tilts my head up and opens the curtain a little more. I hear his zipper and try to flip around. He grabs my hips hard and starts to squeeze. "Don't move and don't talk Lucy. Don't or it will be so so much worse baby. Just be a good girl" his voice is almost back but it's shallow.
I grab the middle window seal and clench my whole body. "Don't cry baby" he pushes me down a little more and slowly enters me. I raise my foot in pain, everytime he has to stretch me out first. I bite my arm trying not to whine but I can't help it.
"Fuck OW" I grab the curtain feeling him hit my cervix. He pulls away and gets his rhythm going. My eyes are closed so I don't know what he's laughing at. He grabs my throat forcing my head up. "Look little Lucy. We have an audience" he snickers again. I open my eyes only to be followed by my mouth. Gill and his friends are watching. Watching me get fucked. Our neighbor is seeing me look like a whore.
"Now baby sees what a slut she is. Entertaining all these men" he squeak when he slaps my bottom. "Shit I'm gonna cum little girl" I squeeze my eyes shut. "Peter stop" I beg. I can't believe he's this twisted. "PETER!" Damnit that only gets him more hot.
I look back seeing him in full fuck mode. He stares back at me hard before quickly pulling out. "You know I love that innocent look. Poor Lucy huh?" He shoves my shoulders down and pumps himself staring right at me.
I close my eyes so he doesn't get the privilege. Instantly he starts smacking me to open them again. "Lucy" he's getting weak anyway. My facial expression doesn't change feeling his semen hit my chest and throat and face.
He slams himself down in the armchair and sighs.
"Thank you sir" I start to get up but he kicks me to the window. "Show" he breathes. I glance over at him sadly. "Please" I shake my head no. He clears his throat "did I stutter?" He points to Gill. I pull myself up and close my eyes shyly.
After a minute I feel Peter close the curtains. He squats down and cleans my face with a warm wash cloth. Surprisingly gentle. I open my eyes once he's finished and catch his gaze. "I know what you're thinking" he says calmly. I don't doubt he does. I grab his open hand and stand up. I whine feeling him still between my legs. He grabs me into his arms, "you're completely mine Lucy. Don't worry."
"I don't want to be shared."
