[soulless]

It was late as Jill opened the front door. Michael looked at her from the kitchen doorway, drink in hand shirt unbuttoned. She knew that look. It meant he needed her.

"Where have you been?" he asked. The question was interrogative. He had never doubted her in any way and Jill suddenly realized that her meetings with Richards had become too frequent, too obvious. She dropped her keys, nonchalantly onto the hallway dresser and walked towards him.

"I was at the school," she replied, as casually as she could manage.

"Again?" Michael sneered, knocking back the rest of his scotch.

"You could come!" Jill reacted, "Show some interest!"

Jill was aware how awkward it would be if he agreed but Michael clearly didn't suspect Richards. If anything, he probably doubted she'd been at the school at all but if he rang to check, Richards was hardly going to deny it was anything other than a routine chat about Alex's academic performance.

"I'm going to check on Alex!" she said and walked past, but he grabbed her arm hard, pulling her back towards him.

"What the hell do you think ... " she started, but she fell silent as he slapped her hard across the face. Her knees buckled and he caught her, the empty tumbler bouncing off the carpet as he pushed her against the wall.

Jill looked up. It served no use to raise her voice when he was like this.

"Get on your fucking knees," he grunted pushing her down by the shoulders and fumbling with his flies.

As a teenage bride his erection had instilled fear in her. The thought of the pain as he thrust it into her petrified her. She wondered how long she would have to endure the angry invasion of her most intimate place, her back arched, gripping the sheets trying to stifle her cries until the last moments before his ejaculation when his grunts quickened and the battering of her cervix became unbearable, until she could no longer hold back the cries and she would scream as he convulsed pawing at her young body as his semen filled her vagina.

Tonight he seemed far from intimidating. Even when he clenched a fistful of her hair and thrust into her mouth, she took his length and stroked at his balls, controlling the gagging reflex as he penetrated her throat. Michael groaned in appreciation pushing hard and sliding his hand inside her blouse to grip her ample breast.

He was extremely aroused and as Jill began to slowly bob up and down he ejaculated hard. Normally she would have gagged on the copious amount of semen but tonight it seemed relatively meager as she swallowed even the third spurt.

She massaged his cock for along time until eventually it began to soften and she stood up, the tremors in his thighs waning.

"I'll fix you some coffee," she said wincing as he squeezed her breast once more before doing up his flies.