For better or worse, till death do us part.

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The Backstory

Laura and Mark Jennings have been married for almost a year. Their son, William, is just 2 months old. They are in their early twenties and were enjoying a passionate and laid back relationship until Laura fell pregnant accidentally. Although she was on birth control, one drunken night she forgot to take it and that night, William was conceived.

Mark wanted her to terminate the pregnancy as they were both so young and he still had hopes of going to college but he did not push the issue. Laura could not go through with it and so Mark made the decision to shoulder his responsibilities and take their relationship to the next stage. Within a short time they were married, living in a small rented apartment and Laura was unable to work for much of her pregnancy due to high blood pressure and nausea that continued right through her 3 trimesters. Money was tight but they retained optimism about starting their lives together and becoming a family.

Now, Mark is in a dead-end job, working very long hours to support them all and Laura is a stay at home Mum with post natal depression brought on by their difficult circumstances and the natural changes to her figure. She is doing an exercise video every day but still has a cesarean scar and some loose skin and stretch marks over her small tummy. Her figure is already slim again and her breasts have gone from a B to a D because she is breast-feeding. The baby is a fractious one and sleeps only for a couple of hours at a time so far, this leaves Laura permanently exhausted and causes the household chores to suffer, which Mark sees as laziness on her part.

Their sex life has suffered because Laura is so tired all the time and unhappy with her body. She is also mortally afraid of falling pregnant again and has been insisting that Mark wear a condom even though she now has a contraceptive implant under her skin that will last for 3 years.

Mark is about to reach the end of his patience. He works 12 hours some days at a warehouse and it's hard, physical labour that has toned him up, built muscle and given him a fitness and strength that he never had as a student. He also works almost exclusively with other men now, the environment is highly chauvinist and starts to erode his respect for his new wife. He wants a clean house, an attentive wife, a hot meal on the table when he walks through the door and enthusiastic, condom free sex whenever he asks for it.

He starts to get angry with Laura and flares up over little things like his dinner being cold or dried out from sitting in the oven. He drinks more and hangs out with his colleagues more often, seeking to recapture his lost bachelorhood. He starts to demand changes from her rather than request them. She gets resentful and even less motivated to please him.

All this will send Mark and Laura spiralling down a road that will lead to him ruling his home with an iron fist. He will start to punish Laura for failings and find fault with everything she does. He will become more forceful sexually and find that he enjoys hurting her and hearing her moan and cry. This will then escalate. He will discover just how much fitter, stronger and more attractive to women his warehouse job has made him, which will lead to arrogance. Mark will humiliate and demoralise her, becoming more and more controlling until she shuns her friends and becomes a recluse, living only to care for her son and obey Mark in the vain hope of pleasing him. Laura's lack of fight and terrified submission to his new demands will cause him to lose even more respect for her, allowing him to further justify treating her badly. His violence toward her will leave Laura with the nagging fear that Mark might be capable of hurting their son. I would never go so far as to include any form of child abuse in this SRP but the fear of what he may truly be capable of should be there.

I'm looking for this SRP to get dark and violent. Mark will lash out at Laura in moments of rage and/or disappointment with a fist, belt or other implement. It will take time for him to learn that mastering Laura requires that he master himself and only after a period of discovery and adjustment will he learn that hitting her in anger may not be the most effective course. The nursery will be the only place she feels safe and will become a refuge of sorts. He will humiliate her, using things like her sensitivity over her figure to degrade her and erode her self worth. To begin with, his success will shock him but very quickly, Mark will learn to keep turning the screw and denying her respite of any kind.

All this power will go to Mark's head. He will push Laura's limits and endurance more and more and the consequences of disappointing him will get more extreme. Laura will become completely service oriented and seek desperately to please him. When she enjoys and even climaxes from violent sex and sexual torture, Mark will convince her that she wants what she's getting and that she's too much of a sick little bitch for him to treat her any different. Mark will be clever, never bruising her where anyone can see and occasionally rewarding her with enough praise and affection for her not to completely lose hope and seek to leave. There will be a great deal of manipulation, humiliation and psychological abuse in this SRP.

Once he realises he has absolute authority over her, Mark can take this anywhere you choose. He can bring home other women to fuck, knowing she's too scared to say anything and he can force Laura into bisexuality. He can even bring his workmates home and force her to pleasure them all, humiliating and degrading her still further. The sky's the limit and it's all up to you, my talented and twisted co-writer.

At some point, if you wish, Laura can decide that she needs the dominance as much as Mark needs to exercise it. She can become a willing slave if you choose but the journey should be arduous and the trust between them should remain tenuous so that Laura's fear of Mark is always present.

Disclaimer: I am looking to write an SRP that spends most of its time in the darker, nastier recesses of coercion, humiliation and sexual violence. To that end I have elected to set the scene in a new marriage that becomes abusive through a disparity of power. I do not condone domestic violence and in no way intend for my SRP to trivialise the suffering of other women or offend anybody who reads through it. If you have delicate sensibilities then you will not enjoy reading this SRP - providing I find a nasty enough co-writer. There is a whole world of difference between fantasy and reality. This forum is littered with threads about rape, incest and other nonconsensual themes so I don't see this as being too extreme or in violation of any part of Literotica's free speech code. If you don't like this premise, be a discerning adult and please stop reading now. I will not respond to pms about how sick and twisted I am.

Thankyou.

Laura opened her eyes as a piercing scream lanced through her aching skull. Her sore breasts answered with a painful throb and with some effort, she lifted her head from the sofa. William was furiously kicking his way out of the blanket she had swaddled him in, his little face purple as his tiny lungs heaved air in and then screeched it out in thin, high pitched wails.

Laura looked at the clock. William had slept for 2 hours, which was about his upper limit. She got up and lifted him from the quilted playrug on the floor, lifting her T shirt and nursing bra to expose a hard, swollen breast. Reluctantly, she put the baby to her nipple and hissed through her teeth as his hungry mouth clamped down and started to suck. Surely it wasn't supposed to be this painful? She had tried all the nipple soothing creams and nothing made any difference.

Laura looked around the room as William fed. It was littered with baby stuff and the remains of her lunch. She tried to remember what shift Mark was working at the warehouse today. She thought he would be home around 7pm. That gave her 3 hours to get the place straight. She could do that. Almost on autopilot, she winded the baby and switched him to the other breast, hardly looking at him.

With no small amount of effort, Laura tidied around the apartment, wiping surfaces over and running the vacuum cleaner round. All the while, William kept up a constant stream of crying and wailing. She had fed, winded and changed him and had no idea what was wrong. Every time she walked past where he sat, propped up on pillows, she stuck his soother into his mouth, purely for the respite it afforded while he concentrated on removing the offending teat.

At 6pm, she started making Mark some dinner, chopped up some vegetables and meat for an Irish stew she knew he liked, throwing them into a pot on the work surface. Laura switched the oven on to pre-heat and went to William, who was yelling fit to burst, which usually meant he actually needed something. As she passed a mirror on the wall, she saw her messy hair and marks on her baggy top where milk had leaked through her bra pads as William cried. She looked awful and quickly turned away.

Laura picked William up and sat with him on the sofa, cuddling him and feeling guilty that she didn't know what was wrong. The GP assured her he was just a grumpy baby but perfectly physically fit. She sat there, cradling and soothing him, her voice gradually trailing off as she drifted into sleep again.

Mark Jennings considered himself a hard-working man. He was young, too young for kids, he thought, and now he was stuck playing dad to a baby he never wanted in the first place. Providing for two was hard enough, but he'd had to pick up twelve-hour shifts at the wharehouse just to barely manage three. He wasn't happy about that, and the jeerings from the guys at work weren't helping.

"Hey Mark, your wife poppin out another kid?"

"You should teach that woman to feed herself!"

"Why'd you even let her have that thing in the first place?"

Mark thought about it as he drove his noisy, beat-up truck home that evening. Why had he allowed this to happen? He had been against the idea from the start, but Laura wouldn't consider ending the pregnancy. Now they were stuck, early twenties, niether of them with any real college to go on, barely scrounging up enough for life, with an ever-screaming brat on their hands. Mark never wanted to have the kid. As far as he was concerned, this was all Laura's fault. He had wanted kids someday, but not nearly this soon.

There had better be a damn good dinner waiting for me, he thought, And I could use a nice hard fuck tonight. And I swear to God if that kid keeps me awake again...

He never finished the thought. Instead, he pulled into the parking space in front of their small apartment and shut off his truck. Maybe he would get some head tonight. Laura never seemed to give him head anymore, and it was starting to piss him off. She used to be so giving in the bedroom, but ever since that kid came along...

He opened the door to find his wife asleep, baby in arms. He left her alone for a moment and tossed boots on the floor. He walked into the small kitchen to find a stew boiling over on the stove, and an empty oven that had been long-since pre-heated.

"What the fuck, Laura!?"

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Laura leapt awake, instantly followed by the baby in her arms, who objected loudly to being jolted into consciousness. She put him on the quilted playrug, plugged him with a soother and only then did her gaze move from her enraged husband to the black, glutinous, evil smelling mess slopping over the pot on the stove.

"Oh no. I'm sorry. William wouldn't stop crying and I thought I would just sit with him while the oven heated. I'm sorry."

Already wary of his moods and new sense of entitlement as a married man, Laura got to her feet and hurried to yank the pot off the stove and stick it outside on the window sill. She turned to the fridge/freezer in the corner of their little kitchen, pulling out a beer and 2 TV dinners. She poured the beer for Mark and handed it to him, he didn't even look at her. The baby freed itself of the soother and started yelling again.

Laura worked fast, carrying William on her hip while she heated and served the dinners, putting them both onto a plate for Mark. Since he took this new job he had such an appetite. She laid a place at the table for him, along with another beer and then retreated into the nursery to try and quiet the baby. There was no way he was going to sleep again after almost an entire afternoon of napping. This had to be a record for William, too bad the timing sucked.

Laura sat and fed him again, before changing his diaper and taking him through to the bedroom. She laid him on the middle of the bed while she changed out of her damp top and bra. Once she was clean and fresh again with a snug vest top pulled down over a clean nursing bra, Laura ventured into the open plan lounge/kitchen and returned William to the playrug with a couple of bears. Laura knelt beside him, unwilling to make the first move while Mark was pissed off.

Mark ate his dinner in silence as laura worked with the baby. Frozen dinners were no way to be greeted, especially after a long day of looking forward to the roast. He took the last few bites and downed his beer. At least the beer was cold, it was the one thing he could count on in this goddamn house. Laura has been very flaky lately, and he didn't like it one bit.

"I need another beer," he growled.

Something had to be done. She was getting worse by the day at taking care of his needs. If she didn't want to fuck again tonight, he was going to lose his mind. He had already gone a week without sex, and it was getting more and more sparratic. He worked long days, sometimes pulling double duty at the wharehouse, only to be treated to frozen dinners and no sex. Unbelievable. He could almost see the laughter from the guys at work if they could see the way he was being disrespected by his wife.

"Maybe if you spent more time cooking dinner and less time sleeping, things would be more pleasant around here. But for fuck's sake, what did you do all day? The house doesn't even look clean, and I'm starting to wonder if my shirts have even been ironed yet."

She was fucking useless lately, and he had about reached the last straw.

Laura fetched him another beer, staying mostly out of his reach. She caught him checking out her breasts in the tight top and sighed. All her tops were tight these days. About the only aspect of her pregnancy that he had shown much interest in was the size of her tits. She was only 5'2" and they had ballooned from a B to a D. They looked incongruous on her slim frame and made her feel like a dairy cow. They were either hard with milk and sore or soft and pillowy and sore. They also gave her back ache if they filled with milk and she couldn't immediately feed William for some reason. She hated the damn things but he couldn't get enough of them.

She hoped he wouldn't want sex tonight. He was always rough with her when he was pissed off. Even worse would be if he went to the bar to drink with his friends and then came home drunk and demanding sex. She had a battle to make him wear a condom when he'd been drinking but there was no fucking way she was popping out another wailing brat just so he could get his rocks off. The trouble with her implant was that there was no way of knowing if it was working until she trusted it and then failed to conceive. Laura just wouldn't be able to cope if the damn thing malfunctioned.

"I was planning to iron them while you watched TV or went out." She said quietly. She didn't dare to make conversation or ask how his day was when he was in this mood, he'd only snap at her. As she moved, Laura cleaned and tidied things, restless and unable to be still around him.

She could understand why he was annoyed with her. Money was tight and she had just burnt a pot of good food that would have made them a meal each, plus a cold lunch for him the next day. She was just so tired all the time, the level of fatigue she had reached after 2 months without a full night's sleep was impossible to articulate. William's labour had been difficult and after almost 3 days of agony they had decided she was too narrow-hipped to pass him (trust Mark to knock her up with a baby elephant) and a caesarian was arranged. By the time they placed William into her arms, Laura had been so exhausted she could hardly hold him. Afterwards, she had had almost 2 straight days of sleep and the nursing staff had taught her to express milk so they could feed William without disturbing her. The expresser lay in a drawer now, unused. Mark had been great then. He had fussed around her and the place had been immaculate when she arrived home. He never did anything in the home now, considered it entirely her domain. Sometimes she felt like his mother as well as the baby's. He never got up to William at night, even at the weekend. She understood to a point, because he worked long hours but if she didn't get some sleep soon, she was going to go completely insane.

It was one of the things the GP had said too, that caesarian babies were always fractious and cried a lot. It was something do do with being denied the natural process of entering the world gradually through the birth canal. They were also afraid of space, which was why Laura kept William swaddled in a blanket quite a lot. It did seem to soothe him.

Laura finished cleaning the kitchen and set up the ironing board, fetching the pile of ironing and keeping out of Mark's way. She kept one eye on the baby, who was mercifully quiet for now while he attempted to get his left foot into his mouth. None of this was his fault, she shouldn't feel so resentful towards him. Maybe he could feel it. Maybe she was just a crap mom.

Mark watched his wife out of the corner of his eye while she worked. One thing about this situation that was very nice was her newfound tits. He loved them, as he'd always been a boob-lover, and hers were normally more on the small side. He had loved her anyways, but now that they were bigger, he just wanted to play with them, to rub his face on them, to slide his cock between them...

Which was even toughr to cope with since she was giving him the cold shoulder in the bedroom.

He glanced at his watch. He had a good forty-five minutes before he was to meet up the guys. They were taking him to a titty-bar as a much belated father's day present. The lateness couldn't be helped, though, as He was unwilling to go without Steve, his best friend, who had been on vacation for the past month.

He had time to kill, and thinking about his wife's full new breasts and the lap dances he was going to recieve tonight, he was horny. He stood up and downed the rest of his beer, before coming up behind Laura, who had just truned on the iron and was waiting for it to heat up. He reached and turned it off before snaking his hands around her and fondling those luscious tits of hers.

"That can wait till I leave, honey. Let's have some fun," he said, kissing her neck seductively.

Laura sighed.

She couldn't help it. When the baby wasn't mauling her poor nipples, Mark wanted a turn. She smiled to cover the sound, belatedly turning it into something approximating a moan but the damage was done. She felt his hands hesitate on her breasts and knew without looking that his eyes were narrowing.

Laura turned around and put her arms around him, moving to hold him close so that his groping hands ended up stroking her back as her sore tits crushed against his hard chest. Predictably, she felt his hands slide down to her ass and she could see that Mark was not about to be thwarted.

Laura lifted her head, looking for a kiss to maybe get her in the mood but she froze when she saw his face. Mark was glaring at her.

"What, you don't want me?" Mark asked, his voice betraying the anger rising within him. "You don't think I'm good enough for you now, is that it? I gave you a child, now you're done with me. I don't think so, dear."

He grabbed her arm and roughly turned her away from him again, pulling her close as before, his hands moved under her top and pulled the cups of her bra away from her breasts. His fingers pinched at her nipples before squeezing her tits firmly.

He nuzzled her neck and growled, "It's been a week since we've fucked, and I'm getting tired of it. Every time I want it, 'you're too tired' or 'you're breasts hurt' or 'Will is crying'. I'm getting sick of it, its fucking bullshit. I have rights as a husband, and one of them is to get goddamn laid!"

He was nearly yelling now, his anger getting the best of him.

"You're going to give me head, I'm going to slide my cock between those tits that I rarely ever get to enjoy, and then I'm going to fuck you senseless, and I don't wanna hear any of this bullshit about a condom."

William started crying at the sound of yelling. Mark pushed Laura away and said, "But shut that kid up first, I'll not have him ruin another night."

He felt kinda bad as he said these last words. He did love his son, and would never do anything to hurt him, but damned if that kid didn't pick the worst fucking times...

Laura went to the baby, shocked and scared by the threatening tone in Mark's voice. He had never spoken to her like that before, never just demanded sex as a right. She scooped William up and went to the nursery, trying to pull herself together.

She wrapped him tight in a blanket and carried him around the room a little, making soothing noises. Inside, her mind was reeling and she was amazed the baby hadn't picked up on it and screamed.

How dare he? How dare he talk to her like she was a whore or something, like she didn't matter. It was true that she hadn't been in the mood much lately but she was always tired, sore and unmotivated. It didn't help that he was only really interested in getting some head and pounding her senseless for a while. It wasn't exactly romantic. She heard Mark go into the bedroom, popping another beer can as he went. He was such a damn redneck these days.

Laura put the baby down in his crib, carefully arranging the blanket so he couldn't smother himself and deliberately taking her time. She realised that she didn't want to go in there and battle his arrogance. She realised that she was afraid.

She went to the bedroom doorway and paused. It was clear she was in for a rough time whatever she said because he was pissed off and getting his boxers in a bunch about his 'rights.' 'Well I have rights,' thought Laura, 'it's my body.'

"I want you to wear a condom." She said.

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"I want you to wear a condom."

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Mark walked to his wife and wrapped his arms around her, gently pulling her close. He cuddled her for a moment before his word reached her ears.

"No."

With that he spun her around again and pulled up her top, revealing those tits he loved so much. He knew his hands were being too rough for her to enjoy, and that her breasts probably really were sore, but in that moment, he didn't car. He was lost in desire, as he squeezed them firmly, before twisting and pulling at her nipples. His teeth were on her neck, and he was sure he was leaving marks, but again, he didn't care.

All he knew was he was not going to be denied tonight.

She moaned as he went to work on her breasts, pinching and groping them but they were not moans of pleasure and he should have discerned that and eased off but Laura realised with mounting apprehension that Mark didn't seem to care about hurting her. His teeth were in her neck and there was an intensity to his actions, a determination that she knew she wasn't strong enough to roadblock.

She stood there and let him hurt her, hoping only that it would be over soon. She kept her moans quiet, aware that the baby was next door.

When he had satisfied himself on her breasts, Mark turned his wife around again, took her face in his hands and said, "You're going to suck my cock, and I don't wanna hear any bullshit about it."

With that he roughly pushed her to her knees in front of him, holding her head by her hair. He reached down with his free hand and unzipped his pants. The rough play had gotten him quite hard, and his cock sprung out and nearly hit Laura in the face. He took a firmer hold, wrapping his hand in her hair and growled, "Suck it."

She glared up at him, shaking with fear and anger. Mark towered over her, his expression somewhere between a snarl and a sneer, his fist twisted painfully in her hair.

As much as it humiliated her to do it, Laura decided that now was not the time to fight him. He was half drunk, horny, mad as hell and twice her size. She opened her mouth and started sucking him, wishing she had the courage to bite the damn thing off.

She heard his grunts of pleasure, somewhere above her head and knelt there, seething. He couldn't give a shit about her pleasure or pain. He wanted his cock sucked and then he'd want a wet hole to stick it in.

It all made her feel nauseous. She had known things were bad between them but she never thought they'd come to this. Those pig ignorant men at that damned warehouse were turning him into a monster. He had never been like this before he took that job and as soon as he was done using her like a piece of meat he would be straight out the door, probably to boast about it. What had happened to the man she fell in love with?

Mark was getting angrier. Laura's mouth felt good, but she was holding back. He wanted his cock sucked, and sucked right, not some half-ass job that she was performing now. She should want to suck him, desire to please him. He decided to teach her a little lesson. He increase his grip on her hair and pushed hismself all the way down her throat. It constricted around him, and she gagged, but he held it there for a moment longer. Finally he eased the presure and pulled out.

"You don't want to do it right? Fine, slut." He had never called her a slut before, but the idea excited him now. He forced himself back into her throat and proceeded to fuck her face, his balls slapping noisily on her chin. He could feel her try and fight it, but the attempts were feeble. For a moment he was worried that she would panic and bite down, but he dismissed the thought.

He pulled out again and looked her in the eye. "Take off that God-forsaken shirt."

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"You don't want to do it right? Fine, slut."

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She gasped when he spat the word at her. 'Slut.' That was all she was to him right now. Laura hesitated, shocked and he wrenched her head back and shoved himself into her throat.

She panicked, swallowing and choking on it, he had never done that before and she was scared at not being able to breathe. It sawed in and out of her, angry and pulsing. By the time he pulled out, she had tears down her face from gagging and ribbons of thick saliva between her mouth and his dick. Far form being satisfied with brutalising her mouth, Mark was just getting started.

He looked down at her and his face wore an expression of utter contempt. Laura couldn't believe the sudden change in him.

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"Take off that God-forsaken shirt."

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Laura folded her arms across her chest, refusing to comply, glaring at him angrily.

"You asshole! You can't treat me like this!"

She scrambled to her feet, trying to get away from him.

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"You asshole! You can't treat me like this!"

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Mark was getting pissed. He grabbed her arm, and spun her towards him. He slapped her face hard. It was a very good thing that the marks would be gone from that soon, because he wasn't thinking clearly enough to care.

"I can treat you however the hell I want, bitch! I'm your husband, and I demand respect from this house! I should leave your ass with the kid, 'cuz that body of yours certainly isn't worth all this much fucking trouble! Now take off your goddamn shirt, slut!"

He was seeing red by now. He had never raised his hand to his wife before, but something about it excited him, it was dark and forbidden, and it felt so powerful. He was in complete control, and that's all he really wanted.

When she hesitated, tears running down her red cheeks, saliva still dripping from her chin, he roughly grabbed the shirt and tore it from her body with a grunt. He wrapped his arms around her trembling body and struggled for the clasp on her bra while keeping her contained.

Her tits were finally free, and he shoved her to her knees again.

Laura hadn't expected the stakes to be raised so quickly. He had just slapped her. She fell to her knees when he pushed her, too frightened not to.

Once more he towered over her, the fitness and strength she had found so beautiful and attractive now a latent threat as he wrapped her hair around his fist and demanded head again. Laura opened her mouth, keeping her lips over her teeth. Mark thrust in and out of her face, grunting with exertion and pleasure.

She was horrified to discover that she was shaking slightly from shock and fear. What was he going to demand from her next?

Saliva leaked from her mouth, dripping onto her swollen tits, and she knew.

Mark smiled wickedly at the sight of her spittle running down between her breasts. Just a bit more, and he'd be able to begin. She'd never had fuckable tits before, and he wanted to fulfill this fantasy before she lost them again. He could see her eyes light up in understanding of what was to come as she saw him gazing lustfully at those heaving mounds of flesh. Her thoughts were about to be confirmed, because it was time to begin.

He pulled himself out of her mouth, watching a strand of saliva and pre-cum follow from her lips. He lowered himself a bit and held his swolen member between her tits.

"Hold them together," he said firmly. He grabbed her shoulders and pulled her roughly towards himself every time he thrust his cock up.

"Lean your head down, and open your mouth. Suck the tip whenever it comes out of your tits."

Laura obeyed. All she wanted now was for Mark to blow his load and leave so she could think straight. She pressed her tits together, feeling his eager cock sliding between them. She sucked the head when it presented itself and to a casual observer she would have seemed a willing participant, so determined was she now to get him off so he'd fuck off out the door.

She hated that he was enjoying this, that the fact he had threatened and slapped her into it did nothing to mar his pleasure. There was not a trace of guilt or shame on his face, just lust.

God, her tits feel so good...

Mark was loving the newfound power he'd found, the ability to end his problems in the bedroom. Laura wouldn't be denying him sex anymore, if she knew what was good for her.

His cock slided through her breasts, and the feel of her mouth on the tip was driving him crazy. He just had to fuck her soon, but he wanted to enjoy this as long as possible. He gripped her shoulders tighter and thrusted with newfound vigor. He could tell she was not enjoying this at all, but it wouldn't stop him from fucking the hell out of her after this.

She carried on holding her breasts around his cock and sucking the head. He seemed to be getting close and that would mean he'd ease off to regain some control and then 'fuck' her. Laura hated it when he referred to their sex life as 'fucking.' It was all lovemaking as far as she was concerned - until tonight anyway.

He leaned over her, his breath hot and boozy as he carried on thrusting between her tits. She would not look at him. If she did, she'd lose the plot and slap him back and she already knew that was a very bad idea. She had never imagined he would slap her, now she was wondering what else he might be capable of.

The baby had started mewling and she knew it wouldn't be long before he cried. She really hoped he didn't. Not with Mark in this kind of mood.

Mark heard the baby stir. He was running out of time, and he wasn't gonna let that kid ruin another session.

He pulled himself away from her, grabbed her solidly by the hair, and dragged her to the bed, practucally throwing her forward, till she was leaning over it. He slapped the insides of her thighs hard, the red marks appearing almost instantly. Placing his hand on her pussy, he rubbed it for a few moments, to get the juices flowing. Then, before he even realized what he was doing, he slapped it. The reaction sent chills down his spine. He did it again.

He flipped Laura over onto her back and curled his fingers around her throat. "Shut the fuck up, bitch. You're lucky I even want to fuck you anymore, the way you're letting yourself go."

He thrust himself into her without warning.

She had stood there, bent over the bed as he slapped her again. The marks were angry on her pale skin and made her inner thighs burn. The slap to her pussy had been really unexpected. She felt herself moisten anyway in self defence and before she had time to wonder what the hell Mark thought he was doing, he had flipped her onto her back. His hand went around her throat and squeezed experimentally, threateningly as he loomed over her. Mark's expression was menacing, sardonic and his eyes were feral.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch. You're lucky I even want to fuck you anymore, the way you're letting yourself go."

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She gasped as he shoved himself into her, hard and fast rather than starting slow. That first thrust was painfully deep and she cried out, belatedly remembering that she mustn't alarm William next door.

She looked up at Mark, wondering if he was going to slap her again for making a racket and she saw that he was wearing a cruel smile, the first smile she had seen on him that day.

Not only was he deliberately hurting her, thrusting as hard and fast and deep as he could go, he was enjoying it. Her moans and cries of protest were heightening his pleasure.

She fell silent. Gritted her teeth and let him get on with it, wishing he would let go of her throat so she could turn away and try to block out what he was doing to her.

Fucking Laura's throat and tits had actually already sent Mark fairly close to the edge, and he would have cum earlier, but he truly wanted the pleasure of cumming deep inside of his wife, mostly because she didn't want him to. Her request for a condom had angered him, as he felt he had the God-given right to cum inside his woman whenever and wherever he chose. His grip tightened around her throat as he neared release, knowing that she wouldn't be able to breath.

It was only a few moments later that he came, and it was powerful. He held himself still, fingers in a deathgrip around Larua's throat, a sneer of anger and pleasure on his face, as his jizz flooded her pussy.

It seemed like an eternity before he finally loosened his grip on his squirmin wife, her face had turned red, and the fear was very evident. He pulled himself out of her, got up, pulled his pants on, and grabbed a shirt.

"Make sure those shirts are ironed," he said calmly. "I'm going out with the guys to a titty-bar, to watch some sexy women." This last part was a deliberate jab at his shaking partner.

He slipped his shirt on and left.