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Leaving Him Behind

Author Note: This is a sequel to Daddy's Grownup Babygirl

Trigger Warning proceed with caution

Leah

I turned the page of the word search puzzle book that I was working on while I waited for my husband to get home from work. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table, sighing when it once again told me what I already knew. He was late. Again. Every day this week, he has been late. He had progressively shown up later as the days passed. He was currently three hours late already, and I was getting worried. I just hoped that when he got home tonight, he was sober. Fridays meant it was a sex night, and I liked sex even less when he was drunk. He was too rough. I always discovered bruises on my body the next morning. I didn’t even want to think about how sore he left me. I looked toward the door as a key was inserted into the lock on the front door. I waited anxiously for him to get to our room. When he finally stumbled into view, my heart sank. He was drunk, and by the looks of it, he wasn’t just drunk. He was angry and drunk. I swallowed nervously as I got up.

“W-welcome home, Will,” I stammered.

He swayed as his eyes moved over my body. He took an unsteady step toward me.

“Why are you dressed?” He snarled.

“I-I was waiting for you.”

He unsteadily made his way to me before roughly shoving my robe open. He grabbed both sides of my nightgown, tearing it open and sending the buttons flying off in every direction. His eyes raked down my body, lingering on my breasts. He smirked at me as his eyes came back up to meet mine.

“Touch me!” He ordered.

I blushed as I looked away. “Touch you, how?” I asked shyly.

He grabbed my hand to put it against his zipper so he could push against it. I looked at the floor as he started to get hard. I really hated Friday nights. I wish he was sober so we could just get in bed and it would be over in minutes. Now, he would struggle to do the deed and then blame me for not pleasuring him properly. When he shoved his pants off his hips, I pulled my hand from his cock.

“What are you doing?” He hissed.

“Y-you know that I don’t like to touch you there,” I whispered.

He shoved me backward, and I landed on the bed.

“You don’t jack me off. You don’t give me head. THEN WHAT FUCKING GOOD ARE YOU?” He roared.

“W-Will, p-please, you’re scaring me,” I sobbed.

He climbed on the bed, straddling my chest, so he could smack me in the face with his cock.

“When I agreed to marry you, you swore that you would satisfy me at least once a week.” He pushed his tip against my lips. “Now, satisfy me.”

“I don’t know how,” I cried.

He thrust into my mouth when it opened, going so deep that I immediately choked. I began to struggle under him as panic set in. I couldn’t see anything, but his body and his weight on my chest were making it hard to breathe. Suddenly, he yelled in frustration before pulling his shaft out of my mouth. He slapped me in the face before climbing off to settle next to me on the bed. While I curled up in the fetal position, crying hysterically, he turned the TV on, searching through the channels until he found porn. As the sounds of a woman begging to be penetrated reached my ears, I turned my head to look at him.

“W-why?” I asked.

He rolled his eyes as he began to stroke his cock. “You can’t just expect to lay there and bam; I have a boner. I’m a man, Leah. I have needs. Needs that you don’t take care of. That’s why I have her.”

“H-her? Who’s her?”

He smirked at me. “Darcy, come here.”

I watched as a stunning brunette walked into the room, immediately moving to his side of the bed to lower her mouth onto his cock. He leaned back against the headboard with one arm behind his head. I stared at the woman in shock as she continued to perform oral on my husband. My husband! In my house! In my bed! In front of my face! I turned my head to look at him.

“But I’m your wife…”

He laughed coldly. “You are a buttoned-up snob, Leah.” He put his hand on the top of her head, pushing her lower on his cock. “She’s a good girl. Obeys every one of my desires.” He met my eyes. “You see how she chokes on my dick and doesn’t fight me? Do you see the tears in her eyes? That’s what I want from you. You refuse to do that, so I found someone who would.”

I shook my head in denial. No, this couldn’t be happening. I was dreaming. I tried to get up, but he grabbed my wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going? You’re going to watch, and then I’m going to fuck you. And you’re going to lay there and take it.”

I tried to tug my hand away as more tears poured down my face. “N-no.”

He pulled me back down on the bed before pushing Darcy away. He rolled on top of me, glaring down at me.

“You are mine! I can use you as I want! You’re my wife! I’m the man! What I say goes,” he yelled in my face, spitting saliva in my face.

He pinned my hands above my head as he pushed inside of me. My thrashing did nothing to stop him, as he screwed me roughly. I kept screaming until I couldn’t breathe. My begging didn’t seem to bother him. All it did was excite him more. When he finally came inside of me, he grinned down at me.

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

He rolled off of me while I curled back up into the fetal position, pressing my legs hard into my chest. He pulled Darcy onto his lap and held her hands behind her back as he thrust up into her. I watched as she rode him, unable to move. When they finished, he pushed his fingers into her before shoving them in my mouth. He held his hand deep in my mouth while he wrapped his other hand around my throat.

“Does her pussy taste good, you little bitch?” He taunted.

He didn’t remove his hand until I was gagging and starting to turn red. His hand tightened on my neck as his eyes searched my face. He slapped me again before letting my throat go.

“I didn’t think so. I want a divorce, Leah. I’m done with you! You will never be enough to satisfy me.”

I couldn’t do anything but stare at him as I tried to catch my breath. He reached into his bedside table drawer. When he turned back to me, he had a pamphlet in his hand.

“There’s no other way, Leah. If you can’t satisfy me now, I want a divorce, but I will give you a chance to prove that you want to learn how to be subservient to me.” He threw the pamphlet in my face. “It’s either divorce or you go here. I’ve already paid for the services. Either you go or I will send Darcy, and she will become my wife. You have 24 hours to decide. I’ll come get your answer tomorrow. If you choose not to go, you will sign divorce papers tomorrow and get the fuck out of my house.” He grabbed Darcy’s hair and forcibly kissed her. “Let’s go.”

I watched them walk out, not moving until I heard the front door close. I picked up the pamphlet with trembling hands. Garden of Eden. I stared in shock as the cover depicted a nudist colony. Couples were having sex in every way out in the open. Not seeming to care that anybody could see them. I opened it and was even more stunned to see that the middle held even more sex acts on it. A short paragraph outlined a 5-level program of training and sex education. The images on it made me blush. It was too obscene for me.

I angrily wiped my tears off my face as my anger grew. I had given him everything. My love, my loyalty, my virginity, and my life. I did everything for him. I cooked. I cleaned. I paid the bills. I even had sex with him once a week. I didn’t want to, but I did. I didn’t deserve what he did tonight. I was good to him. I looked back down at the pamphlet in my hands. He thought this would fix everything? Well, he was wrong. We had only been married for 3 months, and in those three months, he betrayed me. I closed the pamphlet furiously, which allowed me to see the address on the back of it. I smiled softly as a plan began to form in my mind. Now that he had left, I could think. And believe me, I was pissed. I got out of bed to pack a bag and get dressed. If he wanted me to go to this colony, then I would.

I put the backpack over my shoulder, picked up my phone, and walked out of the house. I sat in my car for a moment, just looking at the house. He wanted everything from me but wasn’t willing to give me anything in return. I pulled the pamphlet out of my bag so I could type the address into my navigation. I would go, and once I successfully completed this “training program,” I would give him another gift. I smiled at myself in the mirror. He said either or, but I was going to give him both. I would take these lessons and give them to someone new. He could marry Darcy, and I would wish them the best as I lived my best life. Without him.

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