Warning, mature content

Chapter 3

Empty inside

5 months earlier

Esme stepped out of the bathroom a towel wrapped around her naked body. She didn't know when her husband would be here, but she wanted to be ready. They had just finished a case and he had gone to grab a beer with Christian. That meant Sam would spend this night in the motel room he shared with Esme. When they traveled without Sam's cousins, he didn't always spend his nights with his wife.

He never told her where he spent his nights and she never asked. It didn't matter. Things could have been much worse. Living with Sam wasn't nearly as bad as living with Christian. Sam had never hit her or treated her cruelly. Yet she was smart enough not to aggravate him. She had seen what he was capable of.

His sympathetic smile had fooled her at first, but now she knew it was just a mask. He was empty inside. Unable to feel anything genuine. That should have scared her, and it did, but she still preferred him over Christian or his father. She had heard so many times how Christian had praised his father, telling everyone how good man he had been for taking care of someone like Esme.

No, he hadn't been a good man, he had been a sadistic drunk. He had abused her so many times that she had barely dared to breathe without his permission. Christian hadn't exactly treated her kindly either, his father had explained to him that she needed to learn her place. She had learned it; she has never had a choice. Not before meeting Sam. With him, she had at least a little control. Not much, but still more than before.

After understanding how his mind worked, she had learned how to handle him. As long as she would be useful to him, he had no reason to mistreat her. He kept her safe, made sure than she had a roof over her head, food on the table and clothes to wear. What more could she ask? She wore her old oversized nightie and settled on an armchair with her paperback.

Sam had bought it for her from a gas station after a successful hunt. He had shown a lot of interest toward her when they had been "dating" and he hadn't forgotten all the things she had told him. She enjoyed reading, especially fantasy novels and she concentrated on her paperback until she heard the door open.

"Hey," Sam greeted her.

"Hi. Did you have a good time?"

"Yeah." He paused and looked at her. "You look nice."

"Thank you."

She knew her husband, he was always overstimulated after a hunt. He closed the distance between them with couple of long steps and grabbed her wrist.

"Come here," he hummed smiling and pulled her on her feet.

He was much bigger than her, but he had learned to be more careful with her. After realizing that he didn't purposely hurt her, she had expressed clearly if he was too rough. Obviously, he had gotten used to more experienced women. Her first time had been with him after they had gotten married. Another ridiculous demand from Christian. Maybe his father had been somewhat religious, but that hadn't made him a good person. Yet Esme had agreed to marry Sam, hoping to have a better life. She did have a better life now; she had no reason to complain.

"You smell nice," Sam murmured while sniffing her hair.

"I used that shampoo you like."

"Hmm…"

Sam pushed her against the wall and kissed her hungrily. His large hand pinned her wrists above her head while his other hand lifted the hem of her nightie. His lips tasted like alcohol, but she didn't mind. His kisses felt nice. Intimate. She let his tongue invade her mouth and shivered as his hand caressed her thigh. He was a very dominant man.

She gasped as he began sucking her neck. He was so close that she felt his erection through his pants. Usually she asked him to slow down a little, but his fingers were inside her panties before she managed to get a word out. A moan escaped her lips as he caressed her folds and rubbed her clit. She couldn't move, his other hand was still trapping her wrists tightly against the wall. Soon he slid his finger inside of her while still massaging her clit.

"Sam," she moaned.

He looked at her, his lips curving into a wicked smile as he added a second finger. She cried out as he kept sliding them in and out, faster and faster.

"You love this, don't you?" he stated huskily.

"Y-yes," she panted.

"Do you want me to make you come?"

"Yes!"

He leaned down, touching her neck with his tongue.

"Then beg, sweetheart," he hummed.

He enjoyed having power over her, she knew that, so she did as she was told. Pleased by her desperate pleas, he pumped his fingers harder, his thumb torturing her swollen clit. She came hard, trembling so violently that she barely noticed him pulling off her nightie before pushing her onto the bed. Impatiently he undressed himself and crawled on top of her. Thankfully he remembered supporting his weight with one arm, she didn't like to be crushed under him. She could see the lust in his eyes as he spread her legs and thrust into her.

"Slowly," she asked quickly.

He groaned and nodded.

"I remember, my little doll."

She didn't particularly like that pet name, but she has had worse ones. He moved slowly, giving her body time to adjust to his size. She breathed rapidly, her hands touching his broad shoulders. Sometimes she did feel like a doll comparing to him.

"Okay," she panted. "I'm ready."

He didn't need to be told twice; he began immediately to build a faster pace. She tried her best to meet his thrusts, hoping to reward his patience with her. She did enjoy most of the things they did, and she was aware how grateful she should be. This man, the man who was empty inside, had shown her more kindness than anyone else ever had.