If I Lie : Book 2

3. I've Told You Now, I'll Tell You Again

(It's been forever since I've updated but summer school is over, I won't ramble. But here is what you've all been waiting for. This is not for light hearted, this possibly is one of the more severe chapters I've written, but maybe for some of you it's not severe enough haha! Enjoy!)

Eliza POV

I looked at my watch, it had been 7:58, she had two more minutes before I lose my shit. I said 8:00, "no more, no less" I whispered to myself. I had a sadistic itch inside of me looming across me and revolving from within like a virus. A part of me wanted so badly to see new bruises on my life; God knows I haven't given her any real ones since the kids were five, at that point they begin to question the blotches on her skin and we told them that the bruises were "rashes" and we had to keep them to a minimum and at her stomach, upper thigh or behind.

Right now I could care less about where the bruises would land and more about her knowing her place under me. Equal as a wife and lesser as a Submissive and again somewhere fair when she was little. I couldn't help but feel jumpy in my stance waiting for her a second more until I heard her car screeching across ground within the club's radius. A small yet sharp sadistic smirk crept upon my face without me clearly realizing. It was 8:00 sharp when I checked and she came out of the car with a bag at her side. The clothes I told her to have with her. Her frame looked smaller than usual and she looked happy to see me with a thin coat of regret glossing her beautiful face. 

When she came close enough I pulled her close to me. "my wife!" I kissed the front of her hair and the end of her forehead. "my beautiful girl," I breathed. I could feel her heart beat against my chest thumping like a rabbit. I will admit the fear turned me on somewhat, made me jump inside more and had my blood flow at an increasing rate, I could feel it flow to my throbbing and sweltering clitoris. She leaned into my embrace; melting, almost slumping. I smoothed down her hair and begin to pet her.

"Eliza," she sobs. It's only been a day and my girl is lost without me. "I know you love them, you have too--"

"We're still at this again?!" I am filled with a low anger but just enough, its more so impatience I had with her that made me all the more angry at her, she kept riding back to this subject that made me want to hurt her. In this way, making me upset and defying me as so, not listening whatsoever I just had to make a point and the point was me showing her who's in charge. 

In the family's sake, I was the father, the biggest provider: I bought home the food, clothing, made sure they never wanted and always had what they needed. I was the husband as well, I made sure she didn't go a day thinking she wasn't ever loved by me, that she had all she could ever want and need, that her demands were being carried through. I loved my life and I loved my family. But at some point there were things Ashley should keep to herself, I made the point of her always being honest a little vague I guess. "get in there," I tell her. She goes in before me and I follow her turning the lights on as I get in the club. She jumps in her position. "it's been a long time since I was last here," the club has changed, along with time changing things and new kink devices coming out every year or different kinds of styles the club had to go along with it as well. 

"Get on your knees." My dominance was boiling my skin alive and it feels so good. I was radiating with power before her. It was so instant, like second nature to her as she just dropped to her knees and the bag with her. I came to her to take my band from out of my pocket and gave her a low bun. I could see her face more clearly without it shrouding her face. "there, beautiful!"

She looked straight ahead, not giving me an inch of contact as I taught her so well. "what will you do?" 

I smiled and caressed Ashley's cheek. "on the count of your flailing tongue you, my dear are charged with your beautiful face being fucked, you will be severely whipped until Christ cries for you," I yanked on her hair upward bringing the rest of her body to rise up with my pull, I gave her a few many smacks on her contoured cheeks. I decided that wasn't hard enough so I smacked her a bit harder this time I smacked her each blow wasn't a millisecond apart, I could wind my hand back to give real contact to her face until it turned tomato red. "you're really pretty now," I seethed in her ear. "I might fuck your ass too baby."