Thread: The Name on The Mailbox Reads Jones  (DeRe & AndNich123)

The way her skin tightened with his touch, the redness that followed every blow, how she cried out, muffled into her own undergarments, watching how he ravaged her, knowing the destruction was far deeper than her skin could ever show, all of these things were things she relished. This was him, her husband, in his element, and yet it wasnt the one thing she enjoyed the most. It was the look. Amy always waited for it, holding her breath at times, until it was there, playing on his lips and dancing in his eyes. She didnt even know if he was aware of it. Honestly she didnt want to ask him. He might change it if he knew he was doing it. So it was her silent reward, her silent pleasure, in times like this. It was the look on his face as he changed, shifting from her husband to the savage predator he was. Many times this look had been on his face, and every single time she always felt the same twinge running deep. It was bliss, and it was hers, just like him. She watched him take her, never wanting this time to end, but of course it had to. He was only human, and she was but a mere, fragile woman. Amy had already made many assumptions about her during their time at the bar where she picked her up. She only added to those as she watched her husband playing with her. She was his play thing after all. For now. At the bar, she had given off such a strong vibe. A confident woman who would settle for nothing but the best with the looks to make sure that was exactly what she got. In seconds her husband had reduced her to a sniveling pile of flesh begging and pleading a cloth gag shoved into her mouth. She was weak, pathetic even. He had that effect on women. She had that effect on women for that matter. They all wanted to appear to be so much stronger, so much more than what they really were. It always amazed her how this situation allowed a persons true colors to show through. His words caught her off guard. She wasnt brushing him and the show before her aside, far from it in fact. Amy was lost in perfect thought. She burned the images into her mind for recollection at any moment. He was right. The smile on her face provided proof she agreed with him. Her taste was perfect. For a split second, Amy was torn. Bailey has had a.trying day, she replied, moving closer to the whimpering form. But I think I would enjoy painting upon this lovely.lovely canvas. She is exquisite my love. See how her skin is already reflecting the brilliant shades of purple and black? Notice how the red marks still manage to be a striking contrast on her skin, and note how the blood, the beautiful blood has created these remarkable streak patterns. Ill have to photograph her at some point, if youre serious about keeping her around that is. Ill add her to my portfolio. Shell be a beautiful addition. Perhaps we could even record her. Her voice, it cuts, she paused, smiling down at her, through the air. No pun intended. Amy turned away from the two of them abruptly. In as much as he had his look, so too did she. It must have been plastered on her face. It wasnt really a look. It was more of a moment, a moment where she ceased being Amy Jones, diligent worker, compassionate, caring, good listener, a pillar in her own neighborhood to what she was about to become. As she arrived at the counter, Amy began to remove her clothes. Her actions were not slow and graceful. She wasnt doing this for her husband. That would garner style and finesse. This was no such occasion. Her hands rifled through the drawers, drawers that were full of her tools of the trade. She had her own devices for inflicting pain. Only when she was satisfied, did she turn back towards her and cross the distance between them. And so it begins, she said, giving the girl all the warning, all the time to prepare she would ever receive. Amy enjoyed every quiver from her flesh, every muffled cry of agony, every pull against the restraints she knew would hold. When she felt it, that moment when there wasnt anymore fight left inside of her, Amy stepped back. She was covered in her own sweat, as well as that and the icing from the girls body. Her body had made patterns in the icing, revealing more of the girls body to them both. Beautiful, she whispered. Id hang on her the wall if we had the supplies. I dont think we do though. Perhaps we need to make a trip to the hardware store. She returned her items back to their home, and in turning back to her husband, it was clear her own predator had returned to its cage. I think Bailey should have a treat as well. After all, we cant leave her down her with the remains of the icing on her body. Shell be disgusting for our next meeting. I dont want that, she added, wrinkling her nose slightly. It was an excuse to allow Bailey some fun as well as giving her a change to be close to her husband as they watched. She only hoped her husband didnt see through her.