Thread: Farewell, My Lovely (Quix & Xana) - Completed Story

RE Farewell, My Lovely Quix Xana Tom's eyes glazed over, and with every sense heightened, and nerve end on fire, nothing else existed except for the woman on her knees. Insults and taunts personally directed at Lila were supplied by his subconscious, and slipped from his mouth without thought. She was no longer his wife, and the woman he loved, but at this moment, of no more meaning to him than the crack-whores he'd dealt with on a daily basis as a uniformed officer. The prostitutes, if they were pretty enough and disease free, he and his colleagues would use for their own entertainment, in payment for turning a blind eye. However, that been when he was a young man, well before he'd met Lila. Tom had almost forgotten about those days, but now all the memories came flooding back. The times when he was free to do whatever he wanted, without commitment, care, or fear of reprisal. That's it, take it all, you fucking, whore. Spit flew from his lips, and the harshness of his voice was so unlike any with which he'd ever spoken to her previously, even through the worst of their arguments. The man groaned, and threw his head back in pleasure, then his eyes drifted down to enjoy the sight. Lila's nose was squashed against his abdomen as he pressed down her head more firmly, so that her mouth completely engulfed his cock, and forced her to struggle for air. Her arms flailed and nails scratched in an attempt to breathe and move away from him. Tom laughed. It was a laugh that emanated deep in his belly, rumbled through his chest, and erupted from his mouth an evil, almost inhuman sound. Choke on it, bitch. Tom panted as he gripped her head more violently, and held her there with his entire length stuffed to the hilt down her throat, and balls slapping her chin. Her resistance and reaction only added his pleasure, and Tom Ross reveled in every fucking second of it. As she fought harder for release, he added to the agony by beginning to thrust his hips, and shortly the sounds of her gasps, and that of her hands slapping him, mingled with those of his spit-soaked meat cock ramming in and out of her mouth. Lewd wet noises echoed off the walls, and long trails of saliva and pre-cum dribbled from the corners of her lips filling the only spaces where she could draw air. Tom could feel the wetness in her mouth soaking his meat and coating her shaft, which made it easier for the man to throat-fuck his beloved wife with increased ferocity. Even, as Tom believed, or had at least convinced himself, if this was what she'd fantasised about, his treatment of Lila couldn't be simply classified as simply rough, consensual sex between man and wife. Nor as rape. No, because of who she was, and their relationship, it went beyond even that. However, he didn't care, and the consequences of his actions once the night was over were the furthest thing from his mind. Ohhhhhhh, fuck. The man's body shook and shuddered, then, as he heard Lila splutter and the slaps of her hands weakened, he ripped her head back by the hair, and pulled his engorged cock from her mouth. What a sight she was. This is what you wanted, isn't it? One of his hands left her tresses, then without warning, the back of it struck her face. Tom's knuckles grazed Lila's cheekbone, and the slap was issued with enough force to almost knock her off her knees, and onto her back. A real man? He stared at her with his teeth bared, and pupils which were nothing but black pits, completely devoid of empathy. If Lila had thought she was due for relief or mercy, they should have told her how wrong she was. And to know what it feels like to be raped. The coldness he exuded was one that Tom Ross hadn't even known existed deep inside him, and the brief recognition of it caused the man to experience a sense of foreboding, which was quickly shaken off as he harshly slapped the other side of her face, then released his grip on her hair. Just like every woman deserves. His gaze didn't leave hers for an instant as he bent down to hook the collect the cuffs at his feet in one swift movement, and stepped behind her. Experienced hands wrenched both arms up behind her back and he dragged her to her feet as the cuffs snapped closed over both wrists, shackling them to the small of her back. Tom's erection pressed against into her ass, and he jerked her backwards so that his lips met her ear, You look so fucking sexy when you cry, before he once again hooked her ankles with his leg, however this time threw her face-down over the arm of the sofa rather than onto the floor. Moments later, after his entire body weight landed on top of her, Lila's expensive corset lay in tatters on the floor, and hot, fetid breath hit her neck as he dug his teeth into sensitive skin, and clawed at her thighs with large, rough hands. Spread 'em for me, bitch.