Miranda

Seeing Red

Morgan Mangold was pacing back and forth from the living room to the foyer, waiting for news from his mistress. His wife would be home soon from getting firewood, which she insisted on doing every night, and he had to get the news before she got back.

He was going to be a father. His mistress was due any day now, and they both agreed to raise the child in secret to not upset his wife. Morgan knew he was doing his wife wrong, that she deserved better. For his wife Meranda has stuck by him through it all, even when he lost his s*x drive she put up with it and stood by him.

It wasn't till about a month after the great asteroid that he ran into his mistress Nattallie that sparked something in him that was lost. She brought desire back into his life.

Did he love his wife of course, but the desire wasn't there anymore, the spark was gone with Meranda. But Nattallie, she let him do things that most women would be scared of, she let him unleash his dark side. And in doing so they created life.

Morgan looked out the window to see if he could see the signal, a white kite should be flying above the trees. But he saw nothing.

He went outside into the cold frigid air, to see if he could see the tree line better, and that's when he heard a cry echoing in the blistering wind.

At first he thought he imagined it, but then he heard it again even louder. And he was sure it was the cry of a child.

He ran into the thick forest following the echoing crys. Branches tearing at his clothes due to his hast, and then he came to a clearing. With beautiful wildflowers scattered everywhere, colors from blue, pink yellow and reds. And in the midst of it was his wife holding a newborn child while a woman, his mistress, lay lifeless on the mossy ground. And he saw red.

How dear she killed his mistress and took the child as her own, how dear merands be so cruel. With these twisted thoughts in his head he rushes over to her and yanks the child from her arms.

Meranda startled, looks up with tears in her eyes and sees her husband with the devil in his. " I tried to save her." She sniffles

But Morgan didn't believe her, he couldn't, bc how can a woman be so selfless. So he pushed reason aside and unleashed his anger on her.

Took her by the hair and started dragging her to the house. "Morgan, please stop hurting me, I didn't do anything wrong. Please morgan." Meranda pleaded. The more he dragged her through the thick forest brush, the more she pleaded and begged. For her skin was being ripped open by thorns and sharp rocks. But Morgan was not hearing any of it. By the time they reached the cabin, Meranda was covered with cuts and bruises. But that didn't seem to satisfy Morgan.

He threw her in the cellar, and as he washed her crumpled body laying on the hard cellar floor, he spits. " i'll be back, i'm not done with you yet." And slams the cellar door shut.

The baby still in his arms he looks for a suitable crib for the time being. He finds a laundry basket and some blankets and lays his daughter into the makeshift crib.

She was beautiful. Chubby cheeks and strawberry blond hair. Morgan wasn't sure what color her eyes will be, because all babies are born with blueish eyes but he was positive that they would stay blue. For he and Nattallie both had blue eyes.

And with that though his anger returned, Nattallie, the only one who could handle his dark side. And Meranda took her from him. I'll show her, make her regret killing Nattallie. And with that thought he leaves his daughter in her makeshift crib and goes back to the cellar. And he didn't leave until Meranda felt his wrath.

Morgan entered the cellar and stormed towards Miranda.”So you wanted all my attention, you just had to kill her.” Morgan sneers as he yanks meranda to her feet .” know you got it, All. Of. It.” he adds with venom as he yanks her into a ruff kiss. Forcing his way into her mouth. Biting her lip for access. Miranda wimpers. Trying to push herself away,but she was far too weak from the ruff journey back to the cellar. Morgan just grabs her by the throat and shoves her onto the wall slapping her on the face and then grabbing her by the check to force her to look at him. “I want you to look at me. Every time you look away I will punish you.”

Merinda being the stubborn woman she was spit in his face and looked away, only to get punched in the stomach. She still refused to look and she got another hit, this time to the jaw, which turned her face toward him, making her look at his smug face. “ I said look at me” he grabbed her chin again and this time did not let go putting pressure on her throbbing jaw. Merinda knew there was a dark side hiding underneath her husband, and under other circumstances she would be thrilled at the events unfolding. For she had craved for years for him to let it out with her. For she had some darkness to unleash herself. But he never did. Until now, and it was not out of lust or love, but out of hatred and punishment, he deliberately wanted to humiliate her, and cause as much pain as he could. Little did he know that she craved pain. And right now she hated him for it. Hated him for making her want what she knew was to come. Her core ached for him to hit her again, her panties already soaked from her juices. Aching for him to finish what he started. How merinda hated her own body right now. She wanted desperately to moan but she held it in, that was until Morgan reached his free hand and wrapped it around her delicate throat squeezing it until she could barely breathe. She let out a moan.

Morgan looked into Miranda's eyes and saw defiance. I'll teach you, you little b***h he thinks to himself as he wraps his free hand around her throat and squeezed. His d**k hardend as a moan left those kiss plumped lips. Morgan couldn't help himself, the darkness consuming him in his lust filled state. The hand that gripped her chin loses its grip and creeps its way ever so slowly to her small rounded breasts. Even through the ruff coarse fabric she called a shirt Morgan could feel her n****e harden under his ruff touch. A growl rumbled through his chest making Miranda's eyes widen. Mogn could have sorn he saw a flicker of raw lust before it vanished back to a cold stare. Trying to prove his theory, he pinched her n****e, the coarse fabric rubbing against the sensitive nub.

Meranda tried to fight it, she tried to fight back the moan but it has been so long since he has even remotely touched her , another unwanted moan slipped out her mouth. Meranda could feel his other hand release her throat as it rent lower ever so low past her breast and down to that untouched area that he had neglected for years. Mermaid tried not to react but her body had a mind of its own. He thrust in three fingers into her tight moist center, not caring to prep her for the assault. Meranda screamed in pain, for it felt like he had just ripped her apart. It had been so long for her she was practically a virgin again. And then that scream turned to an unwelcome moan as he kept thrusting his fingers harder and harder rubbing her sensitive spot as he went. The pressure kept building and Miranda tried to keep silent. But her mouth and her body betrayed her yet again.

Morgan almost forgot who he was with for a moment, for he was lost in a daze of lust and power. He knew she was trying to fight back the moans she let lose out those luscious lips, and the fact was driving him nuts. It almost felt like Nattile was here with him, but felt ten times better than it did with nattali. Which made Morgan angry. He removed his fingers from her core, and through his wife of 13 years across the room. Her body slammed onto the wall.

“Get up and bend over that table” Morgan demands.

Miranda looks at him with such hate in her eyes, if looks could kill hed be dead. Good. morgan thought. Hate me. That's what I want. You killed my natalie. “I said to bend over that table.” he says again, this time walking across the room grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to bend over the said table. Miranda tried to struggle. Even manage to bit morgans arm. Only to get punched in the face again. Miranda grunted from the pain. And submitted. Now hunched over the table, Merinda had no other options. She had to succumb to her fate. It seemed to her that her husband was trying to punish her. That was when she decided she was going to teach him a lesson. She will embrace the pain, she will give him the time of his life, make him regret ever going to another woman's bed. So Merinda wiggles herself into a more comfortable position, ignoring the already scrapes and bruises that scattered her body. Spread her legs just so and lifted herself onto her arms bracing herself for who knows what to come. Miranda prepared for the worst while she heard him rustling in the background for something.

Then there was science and Miranda took a deep breath in as she felt her husband's hands lift up her heavy skirts and rip away her panties in one harsh movement. The cool air touched her cool skin making her shiver from the sensation, secretly eager for what may come. Just embrace your dark side miranda, she told herself. Then she heard the sound of a wip crack as she felt the skin on her back tear open at the same time his huge c**k thrust inside her ass. Merinda let out a scream that echoed through the cellar. Pain radiates through her body, Miranda did not know if she could embrace this much. But as her husband thrust his c**k once again inside her tight ass he hit her g spot making her moan then another crack of the whip and another scream, yet this time it was mixed in with a moan.

It drove Morgan mad with lust to hear the erotic screams coming from Miranda's lips. Half scream half moan, and with every thrust she eagerly matched his speed. Thrusting her ass against him allowing him deeper access as he cracked the whip across her back. Seeing the bloody patterns of lines against her back , he threw the wip down and flipped her over so that she faced him. He positioned himself between her legs staring her down like she was his prey.

The look sent chills all the way to Miranda's core. She let out a very naughty moan. His eyes flashed with lust as he thrust inside her tight core. She interwinned her fingers into his hair pulling him in to a hungry kiss. They lost all control. He had found his equal, and she had been set free. The embraced each other in a bloody mess, mostly made from Miranda's broken body. And when they came to from the unholy passion, morgan remembered who she was, and that she was supposed to be his untainted wife, and that she had killed his beloved nattile.

He got up from his position on the floor and quickly got dressed. Cursing himself for losing control. That wasn't supposed to turn out like that. He had wanted to hurt her. And by the looks of it he had, from an outsider's perspective walking in from the aftermath. She was a bloody mess. All black and blue with now a ugly marked back that will take weeks to heal. But that woman enjoyed every part of it. Which infuriated him to no end.

So he put himself together and walked out the cellar locked the door, just to get sucker punched by his brother.