The Ruby Of Femininity Ch. 01

Howard shrugs, a smirk playing on his lips. "We've been together two years, Viv. It's time to take the next step."

His casual tone infuriates me even more. I'm not some obedient little housewife! I'm not like my mother!

"You can't just make unilateral decisions for us," I snap. "This relationship is supposed to be equal."

Howard raises an eyebrow. "When has it ever been equal, Viv? You decide on everything. When and how we have sex, where we eat, how long I'm allowed to spend in your presence. That inequality has always suited you. Well, now I'm making a decision. What are you going to do about it?"

I stare at him in disbelief, a cold dread creeping through my veins. This can't be the same docile, accommodating Howard I've known for years. The one who always deferred to my wishes, who never challenged my authority in our relationship.

Where is this sudden sense of entitlement coming from? His arrogant stance and patronising tone sound just like... like...

A Montgomery man.

That mental connection is enough to make my skin crawl, and my heart hammer against my chest. Some of the fogginess smothering my mental clarity seems to lift, and I take a step closer towards Howard, invading his personal space.

"How dare you presume to control me and my home," I hiss through gritted teeth. "I am not some docile little pet you can order around. I've spent my whole life escaping that patriarchal nonsense, and I'll be damned if I let you turn me into the subservient housewife my family wanted me to be."

Howard steps even closer, backing me against the wall. He grasps my chin firmly and tilts my face up to meet his gaze.

"I've put up with this crap from you for too long," he says. "Just because I want to move in with you, I'm a misogynistic monster? Get a fucking grip, Viv."

That's not why, I want to say. It's because you're doing this without worrying about my consent. I try to summon the words, but they won't come.

Howard tsks softly and cups my chin, forcing me to meet his flinty gaze. "Such a bratty little princess. Stop this nonsense and act like an adult, for once."

His words send ice through my veins. This can't be real. My strong, successful self crumbles under his domineering presence.

No. I won't surrender control, won't become just another dainty and feminine Montgomery woman, I won't allow it! I push against his chest defiantly, but he doesn't budge.

"Let me go, Howard," I demand, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. "You don't own me."

He arches his eyebrow at that. "Interesting word choice. You brought that up, not I."

My lips part to protest, but the words die on my tongue. A creeping sense of dread slowly winds its way around my heart. Howard hasn't just changed - he's become the very thing I've spent my life running from. The oppressive, controlling men of my youth, so quick to dominate and subdue.

I want to scream at him, put him in his place, but an instinctive, primal fear gives me pause. Should I challenge him, there's no telling how he might respond. He's unpredictable now in a way that terrifies me to my core.

All men are.

I'm acutely aware of the necklace around my neck, almost like it's weighing me down. The ruby feels oddly warm against my skin...

With a swift motion, Howard leans forward. His lips crush mine in a brutal, claiming kiss. I whimper in protest, but his raw masculinity overwhelms me. My traitorous body melts shamefully against him.

Howard's hand roughly fists my hair and wrenches my head back, his eyes boring into mine. His fingers have never felt this strong. The ruby has never felt this warm. My mind and my body have never felt this weak, and I...

No! I can't...I won't... I...

***

I kneel.

Part of that is the pressure from Howard's hand, resting unceremoniously atop my head, pushing downward. But only part. I'm strong, and I could resist, if I really tried, it's just that...

That...

My body complies, and my knees hit the floor with a fateful thud. This isn't me, I'm not this person, I've worked all my life to not be this person, but...

Howard unzips his pants, freeing his erect cock. Pre-cum glistens on the swollen head, highlighting every vein that runs along its length. He's already fully hard at the idea of winning an argument against me, of shutting me up by literally sticking his cock down my throat, of imposing his presence in my home.

That's... terrifying. And hot.

He guides himself to my lips, rubbing the slick tip over my mouth.

"Suck it."

I whimper, shaking my head weakly. Even though he's eaten me out countless times during this relationship, he knew better than to ask for me to reciprocate. Only...

Only he's not asking now, is he?

No, no, he can't do this, I won't let him. But words of protest die in my throat as my lips part. Howard sinks into the wet heat of my mouth with a groan.

The heavy taste of musk and sex coats my tongue. He fucks my face unhurriedly, and somehow the slow, deliberate pacing feels even more humiliating. Like he's completely in control. Like he can afford to take his time, because I'm unreservedly at his disposal as a source of oral relief.

He guides my head up and down firmly, grunting and thrusting with each motion. I feel utterly degraded, yet a traitorous heat pools between my legs. Why does submitting to him like this feel so quintessentially feminine?

I look up at him, trying to see me through his eyes. A strong, toned, confident woman, on her knees, dutifully servicing him, swirling my tongue around the tip of his cock...

He holds my head in place as he lazily slides in and out between my lips.

"You know, this could be an everyday thing if you'd just let me move in," he says casually, as if discussing nothing more significant than the weather.

I try to throw him an angry look, but I'm not credible, not from down here, I myself can't possibly take it seriously. How could he?

I try to pull back but his grip only tightens, forcing me to accept every inch of his length. Tears prick at the corners of my eyes and trail mascara down my cheeks. I must look utterly wrecked, yet the humiliation only seems to excite me more.

My jaw aches as Howard's cock hits the back of my throat. He lets out a low groan of satisfaction. I feel so utterly used, nothing but a holster for his cock. My eyes water as he masters my throat, his thick length choking off my air.

Glurk, I emit, gagging around his cock. Glu, gluck.

"I'm sorry," he says from above me, looking smugly amused. "I didn't quite catch that. Was that a, yes Howard, honey, please move in with me and be the man of the house that I just heard?"

Mmmpphh, I mumble futilely around his cock. The power of speech is beyond me with my mouth stuffed full, but my flaming cheeks, watery eyes, compromised position, must tell him everything.

Is this really the end of my independence?

His languid thrusts gradually build in intensity as he nears his peak. I can sense him swelling and throbbing against my tongue, his ragged breaths growing louder. He grips my hair tighter, using my mouth with single-minded focus. I emit soft, involuntary mewling sounds, the vibrations drawing animalistic grunts from him.

"That's it, take it all," he growls. "Going to come down your throat, darling."

Not love, I note dryly to myself. The demeaning endearment cuts through me even as I steel myself to receive his cum. To taste it, for the first time.

With a few final pumps, he spills himself into my mouth, groaning loudly. Rope after rope of cum hits the back of my throat, battering down my self-image, my defenses, my self-respect.

Marking me as his.

I mewl softly around his cock, swallowing rope after rope of cum without protest, suckling with vigour to coax out every single drop of cum.

As the ruby pulses, so does the shameful ache between my legs. This isn't me...I don't just passively submit...And yet, on my knees with his throbbing cock between my lips, I've never felt more like a woman.

***

I stand.

I'm at the sink, hands plunged into soapy water as I mechanically wash the dishes from dinner. Lost in thought, I don't hear Howard come into the kitchen until his arms wrap around my waist from behind.

"You look so sexy doing housework, darling," he whispers in my ear as his hands roam over my body. "It suits you so much better than a stuffy office."

I freeze, a ceramic plate clutched in my wet fingers. His words spark an involuntary shiver down my spine even as my gut twists with unease.

Before I can react, he's unzipping his pants and pressing his stiffening cock against the curve of my ass through my thin skirt. My breath hitches, goosebumps rising on my bare thighs. I want to protest, but the words lodge in my throat.

I whimper softly as his fingers probe my wet folds, my traitorous body responding to his degradation. The plate slips from my soapy fingers and clatters in the sink.

"Tsk tsk," Howard chides as he roughly turns me around to face him, backing me against the counter. "Can't even do a simple chore right. I suppose I'll just have to keep you pregnant and barefoot where you belong. Be a good girl and bend over for me."

Swallowing hard, I slowly comply, bracing my hands on the edge of the sink. I feel the cool air on my exposed skin as he flips up my skirt and tugs my panties down just enough to grant him access.

"Please..." I whimper, though I'm not sure if I'm begging him to stop or continue.

"Shhh, just relax," Howard murmurs. "Be a good girl and take what I give you."

I bite my lip to stifle a moan as the broad head of his cock rubs along my slick entrance. Gripping my hips, he drives into me in one long stroke, burying himself to the hilt inside my quivering pussy. I cry out, the sound echoing off the kitchen walls.

He slides into me, again and again, without preamble or permission, sheathing himself fully in my tight, wet cunt - ready for him, even if my mind wasn't. I bite back a whimper, shocked by how aroused I already am despite the fact that he's raping me - and that everything about this feels like a fever dream.

As he starts to move, thrusting steadily while one hand gropes my breast, I stare blankly at the half-washed dishes through a haze of traitorous pleasure.

I shouldn't be enjoying this, but god help me, I am. Physically - kind of, the feeling of his cock stroking my inner walls is... something. But that's not what has me teetering dangerously close to climax.

It's the fact that my increasingly dismissive, dominant boyfriend is raping me, and I'm submitting to his will, and I've never felt more feminine or claimed.

I've spent my life trying to be anything but a meek housewife. And yet here I am, allowing Howard to use my body as he pleases, as if I'm nothing more than a toy, a belonging. I feel the last shreds of resistance leave me. I am his, to use or discard - and at that thought, my inner walls clench helplessly around his cock, seeking to milk it completely...

To draw his cum deep inside me...

"That's right, take it like the good little slut you are," he growls.

His words send a jolt of electricity through me. Yes, I'm his slut, his toy, his belonging to use however he wants. I never realized how freeing it would feel to surrender completely.

My clit throbs as Howard reaches around to grope my breasts. He pinches my nipples hard and I gasp, my pussy clenching around him. I'm nothing but a hole for him to dump his cum into, but instead of fighting it, I relish my role.

"Oh god, yes! Fuck your slut! Yes, yes!" I hear myself cry out pathetically, my voice alien to my own ears. This isn't me, I tell myself. But with a jolt of dismay I realize - it is me. This is what I am now.

And I love it. I love being put in my place beneath him. I imagine myself cooking and cleaning for him after this, heavy with his child, dutifully seeing to his every need. The thought makes me quiver and clench around him again, my climax building.

"Yes, make me your trad wife," I whimper. "I submit...I submit..."

As my thoughts deteriorate into an endless loop of filthy, submissive acceptance, a tidal wave of sexual pleasure barrels towards me, unstoppable as a freight train. I'm a fucking whore, and I'm about to come for my rapist boyfriend, cumming over the sink like a common whore.

The thought sends me over the edge, and I cum, hard, convulsing around his cock with a guttural moan, as wave after wave of pleasure lands on me like a mallet, battering me down into my proper place.

With a loud groan, Howard buries himself to the hilt. I feel his cock pulsing, pumping me full of his hot seed. The feeling sends me over the edge and I scream, my pussy spasming around him as my mind goes blank with pleasure for a second time.

Howard holds me close as I tremble through my climax, his cock still buried deep inside me. "That's it, baby. Take all of my cum," he groans into my ear. I feel the warmth of his seed filling me up, claiming me, branding me as his. This is my purpose now - to be his compliant little trad wife, submitting to him completely.

As the haze of orgasm fades, a sense of calm washes over me. My anxious thoughts melt away, replaced by quiet acceptance of my new role. I will be the perfect partner for Howard, supporting him, nurturing him, bearing his children.

I turn and drop to the ground, gently take Howard's slick cock into my mouth, licking him clean with long strokes of my tongue. I like to think that each lap and suckle is a non-verbal reiteration of my total acceptance. As I lovingly minister to him, Howard strokes my hair and says, "Such a good girl." I beam at the praise, my heart swelling with pride at pleasing my man.

This is my life now. Simplicity, certainty, security. I've returned to the natural order that my mother understood - my entire family I understood - but which I had scorned in my youthful arrogance. But now I know better. Now I understand a woman's true purpose. This is where I belong.

And that's why...

I kneel.

TO BE CONTINUED

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