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Big content warning. It involves hurting the partner. Bad Bad Damon. What can we say?

He kissed her temple and whispered. "Don't act like you haven't opened your legs for people before. Get on your knees and put your hands where it should be." He held her hand and was about to place it on his pants but she turned around and used her shoulder to hit his chest. Only to fall on the sofa. She pulled her legs in to cover her letting her dress be discarded on the floor. The only fabric on her body was her lacy panties now. Hot tears escaped her eyes when she pleaded. "I can't do this. I can't do this when all you want to do is hurt me. Damon, do not treat me like a sl*t." At this point, she couldn't care if he hit her. She didn't want to get intimate with him.

Damon looked at her disgusted. "Did I? Allow me to show you how I treat my sl*ts." He pulled her shoulder and got her over his shoulder with ease. "Damon? Damon?" She was mortified when he got her out of their room but got calmer when she noticed there was no one outside of their room now. She was naked and mortified realizing someone could walk on them. He took her into a room at the far end corner of the front hallway. He had passed large windows that had no drapes drawn. To her relief, they were not on the top floor.

Nancy could suspect it was his other torture room. It looked like one but had comfortable red faux sofas. He got her down beside a huge wooden table in the middle and held her face down on the table without giving her a chance to adjust. Only now she noticed the straps around the table. Damon was quick to put two around her body. She tried to get away but couldn't. Her arms were under her chest. An unimaginable wave of pain seared through her wounded arm. "Please, please...?" She begged knowing it was not doing anything.

Damon didn't reply and seemed busy retrieving something out of his drawer. She couldn't look at him but realized he was walking to her. She tried her best to get out of the clutches but couldn't. "Please, get me out..." But was interrupted by something he was trying to get over her head. He had put a gag on her mouth. "Ahh....ah.." Nancy tried her best to untie the straps over her back but her skin started burning with the rough fabric of the straps.

She felt suffocated and short of breath. At some point, she had to focus on her breathing or else she knew she was going to pass out. The lights were turned blue in the room. Soon she felt him getting his pants down behind her. Tears filled her eyes when she stopped resisting and closed her eyes.

Damon noticed she had stopped struggling. He removed her hair from her face and smiled seeing her conscious. She had trouble breathing and her eyes were shut close. He didn't want her to pass out just now. Damon pressed something on the table and it started tilting down from Nancy's head side and got her rear out for her ruthless husband. Damon didn't stop until her feet were off the ground. The edge of the table was cutting Nancy's belly. Damon pulled the linings off her buttocks and ripped the last fabric on her body. The rage in his body was turning into lust. He liked what he was seeing. To the point he found himself gulping. She looked delicious and clean. Ready to be dirtied. Nancy moved her feet and rested her left foot on his knee to push him. "Please, please..." Her voice came out completely muffled. He pulled her hair and laughed. "Now this is how my sluts are treated."

He held her foot and twisted it but the moment he looked at her toenails polished with pink nail paint he gulped again. "Please, please..." He was aroused looking at her pleading in her bondage. He was here to torture her but found himself inhaling sharp on her heels. Nancy couldn't help but feel his nose on the heel of her foot. She slowly opened her eyes and found him looking at her foot. Her bended knee with her foot in his hand had her in a compromised position but seeing him calm made her hope he won't hurt her. "What a life you have got? Receiving pedicures from my staff." But then he asked amused. "...are we forgetting something? Slut on my table is not nobody. Look at you! You are Mrs Anderson. The lady of the house is bonded like a slut on my table." He rested his other hand on her rear and Nancy fisted her palms.

Nancy didn't know why he was bringing this up. The helpers gave her a pedicure but they were preparing her for the big day.

"What? You wanted to be here, right? You wanted to be my slut. Don't you?..." He bent over her back and whispered in her ear as if telling her a secret. "I have been catching you looking at me the whole evening. Congratulations, Nancy. You are married to the man you so desperately proposed."

"Untie me," He was able to what her throat had tried to vibrate.

"There is always a price, Mrs. Anderson. Are you ready to pay?" He pulled away and unhooked the leather whip that was attached to the side of the table. The first strike was too sudden for Nancy. She wasn't ready for it. Nancy tried to get free but there was no way out. She pleaded through her gag. But not for once it was of any use. Her skin was tearing all over her back. At this point, it was better if she was killed. And, already buried in the cold ground. Then she didn't have to endure this pain and shame. The most sensitive were her thighs.

She whimpered when he wrapped her neck in the same whip and lifted her head up by pulling over it. Her whole back was burning. "You love it. Don't you!!!" He yelled but Nancy was lost in her hiccups. "What? You don't want to play the wife anymore." He let go of the whip only to hold her neck in his hands. "This is where you will be every day. In my hands. No matter where we are what are we doing? These hands won't be far from you. Until you take your last breath.." But then he laughed and asked, "...won't it be easier for you to jump off my balcony on your own. I will make you that pathetic. Don't you worry." Saying this he dug his fingers on her shoulders and moved it down to her lower back. "This is mine until then. You think you could fool me into believing you didn't know any of it. Heck, I don't even care if you knew this or not. You owe this for raising and sharing blood with that scum. Because rules are rules. And, what did he tell you!..." He parted her legs and added, "...seduce your way out of me! This was your plan!"

His loud voice was mixing with her whimpers. Nancy was fearing for her life when he hit her head on the table twice.

"Bitch!" Her beaten and wounded body felt violated when Damon held the most intimate part of hers. She could tell he was right. She wanted to die. She didn't know if she could live another day like this. She closed her eyes feeling his hardness touching her. He held her rear with his hands and started thrusting in her butt hole.

Never in her life had she imagined herself bounded on a table and raped by a corrupted man. But here she was who had vowed to submit to a monster. Her cries were still muffled by the gag. Damon didn't try to use any lubrication. He didn't care if he had to tear her. He only saw his way and used his thumbs to open her and stick his head in her butthole. And, the moment he adjusted he rammed all of it into her ass.

The edge of the table was cutting her in two but Damon didn't seem to care. She could tell he only wanted to hurt her. He never once stopped or gave her a break. At this point, she wonders if he wants to kill her after that.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!..." He kept swearing at her but those were the last of Nancy's worries. She wanted to shut down at this point but it seemed her body was all alert.

To see if she was still awake Damon held her head and wrapped his fingers around her hair to pull on it. Her whole body resisted when he pulled her hair with all his strength. Nancy's whole scalp was burning.

Damon loved how her whole back was filled with lashes. She was writhing in pain and begging her to let go. He had a smile on his face when he looked down and kept ramming into her. It only seemed fair to him. He wanted to hurt her. He wanted to hurt her for thinking she could manage him by offering herself in for a marriage. He wanted to tell her what her position was. He wanted to tell her how angry he was. He wanted to tell her that she didn't have anything on him. She couldn't do a thing to control him. Her vow meant nothing to him.

He thrust harder when he found his climax reaching. One of his hands was pulling on her hair while the other held her waist. He filled all of his cum in her and loved how her asshole didn't close for a moment when he pulled out. In the dim blue light, he didn't see any tear around her ass. His eyes were now focused on her face where only fear and pain resided. And, this is how he wanted her to look.

The voice of welcrow as the restraint opened let Nancy relax but not for long because in the next moment, he held her wounded shoulder and made her look at him. He held the gag ball and pulled it up. Nancy's lips were bruised and shivering. She couldn't help whimpering at the loss of what had happened. Damon held her close and waited for her to look up but when she didn't he ordered. "Look at me," At once, she raised her eyes and found him smiling. Nancy's hands were holding her chest. She looked like a lost deer who was caught up in front of a lion who was playing with her before finishing her life.

He was enjoying her situation. Nancy's legs were shivering badly. She was having a hard time standing. Nancy whimpered when Damon let go of her shoulder and let his hands hold her sensitive back. At this moment he was holding her as if he cared about her the most. He kissed her jaw and whispered in her ear. "Thank me for filling your ass."

"Thank you," Nancy said with a whimper. She didn't resist. She was very careful for not giving him a reason to get madder. Damon got down and kissed her bruised lips for long. He let his hold get stronger and kiss deeper with each passing second while Nancy's hands remained over her chest. Digging his fingers in her back he travelled his hands to her waist before pushing her to the floor.

"Ahh..." Nancy looked up and was quick to get her knees to her chest. She moved back a little while Damon walked across the room to retrieve a bottle of wine from one of the cabinets.

Nancy let her one hand hold her mouth. How much she wanted that she wouldn't make a sound and he forgets about her. Especially when he didn't turn to her and finished a second glass. But the moment he turned she knew he was back at her. She wondered if this time he was coming to finish her with that bottle of wine in his hands.

She held her hands and cried. "You are pathetic." He said before he started dumping the wine over her head. "This is expensive shit, bitch. You are one lucky bitch to be here..." But then he kept his foot over her ankle and gritted. "Too lucky that I am jealous. Do you understand?"

Emptying all the wine he looked down at her. But Nancy didn't dare to look up. She rubbed the liquid off her eyes and moved her hair off her face. "Now, this is what my sl*t looks like." He dropped the bottle on her lap and left. Nancy looked up to find the door ajar and waited for several minutes before she let herself break into hiccups.

His hands pulling over her body and hurting her was all she could recall. The edge of the table and his thrusts were making her lose her sanity. Every sore and every wound was making her live of what had happened to her. She whimpered recalling how much she begged but he didn't stop. And, to think she was to live with such a person for her whole life was a dreading thought. If it wasn't for the vow she had taken she could have thought of running away. But now there were only two ways for her. It was either to end her life by her own hands or to wait or see for how long he doesn't kill her.

Seeing no notification about votes or comments popping on my wattpad app discourages me a lot. And, I am like it is not like people are waiting for it. But yesterday I got like five comments and more from a single person and that really motivated me to go on and write it. Thank you moonshowtheway.