Power of Bauer by Ajars
Work of fiction, check the tags, nothing in this is condoned, just fantasy. , “Babe grab me a beer!”
I had moved in with Bauer about eight months ago, and the honeymoon phase had officially worn off. We had started officially dating in high school, but had been long distance while I was getting my degree. It had always been fun when we saw each other, exciting. Meeting in hotel rooms on vacation, or having holidays with the families, we were pretty much shoe-ins to be married, and when I came back from school he popped the question. We had now been married for 6 months. My friend Julia almost didn’t go to the wedding claiming she got “bad vibes” but she came around after a lot of begging on my part and some good behavior on his.
I loved Bauer, and he loved me. I expected happily ever after honestly.
“Lila!” he roared from the other room. His voice raising above the game that was on. I hoped they won, he was always a little too rough in bed after when his team lost. I hopped off the treadmill and went to the fridge. As the glass clanked against each other I heard him yell again.
“Coming!” I shouted back, and brought him his ice cold beer.
Bauer sat in his chair, arm out stretched but not looking away from the TV. Shit. They were behind a touch down. I made a mental note to try and make plans with friend in the next hour, try and miss the wrath that was Bauer’s cock when his team lost.
I moved out of the room as to not catch his attention and texted my friend Julia. She picked me up in the hour and I sent a text to Bauer:
“didn’t wanna interrupt your game, out with Jules 🙂 “
We were on our our 5th drink when he finally responded.
“wtf?”
My stomach dropped a little.
“You alright girl?” Julia asked, seeing my expression.
“Yeah, B is just texting me.”
I wrote back. “What’s wrong? Is that ok?”
Julia was looking over my shoulder.
“MmMm. Fuck that. Of course it’s ok. Don’t give him that power Lila! He’s a grown man, he can mourn his team being out of the playoffs by himself.”
I looked up, “Out of the playoffs. you mean they’re done? For the whole season?” It was silly, but I felt panicked. Bauer was probably livid right now.
“Jules, I gotta go.”
She gave me a no you don’t look but stood with me outside while I waited for my Lyft.
We hugged and she said, “Just remember Lil, his name is Bauer, not Power, so don’t let him have power over you.”
I rolled my eyes, and got in the car.
Livid didn’t even begin to describe Bauer. I walked through the door, the alcohol causing me to stumble slightly and he was in the entry way, veins protruding from his neck, biceps looking like solid rocks with his arms crossed. His eyes flashed and his lips were in a thin line.
“Where the fuck were you Lila?”
“I told you, out with Jules.” It didn’t come out nearly as strong as I wanted to.
“For hours? On a Sunday night? bullshit!”
“Bauer, babe, what the hell, I’m not lying to you! I just—“
I felt the pain in the back of my head and then my shoulders as I was slammed against the door. I slipped in my heels and was dangling from his grip still around my neck.
“You just what? Left, before dinner, during the most important game of the season, while I was completely distracted? You thought I wouldn’t notice?”
My reflexes slowed from alcohol I pulled at his fist, trying to speak but my air felt shallow and precious so I gasped instead. I met his eyes, and they narrowed but he dropped me. Instead of standing I fell to the ground, coughing.
“Bauer, that fucking hurt! What the fuck?” Now that I was free I felt angry, but it melted away into fear as his voice boomed over mine.
“UNLESS YOU WANT MORE, TELL ME WHERE YOU WERE”
I shrank and felt hot tears start to run down my cheeks.
I opened my phone and showed him my pictures, all with Jules, all time stamped. He looked through all of them, and then tossed my phone to the ground before stomping out of the room. I heard more clanging as the fridge opened. But I just sat there stunned.
I went to bed, and felt him come lay next to me. He whispered apologies in my ear and kissed me. After awhile I kissed him back. He held me in his strong arms and I started to drift asleep.
One arm around and under me, I felt his other hand slowly begin to roam over my breasts and torso. I feigned sleep but as he started to grind his fingers into my pussy from my underwear I knew pretending would no longer work.
I murmured softly,
“tomorrow babe, I’m tired.” A half truth, I was still upset from earlier and with his game losing… I couldn’t take that tonight.
He kept probing and began to kiss me again, hot kisses that covered my neck and face and nipples. While my nipples grew hard, and my pussy wet, my mind was made up.
“Babe, tomorrow.”
He ignored me, moving on top of me, his arm that had been under me now firmly pinning my shoulder to the mattress.
“Bauer” I said more sternly, taking the sleepiness from my tone
“shh. I’ll be quick.”
“Bauer no!”
My panties were ripped to my ankles expertly and I felt the press of his cock immediately after. I closed my legs, but felt myself glided back open as he inserted his body between my thighs, raising my legs. I pushed at his shoulder, but he was immovable. And in moments his cock was rammed into me, full force.
I felt a sear of pain as my body stretched to accept him. His full length sheathing and unsheathing into my slit. My words turned to pants and he crooned.
“that’s it bitch, take my cock.”
Alarm bells went off in my head, he never spoke to me that way during sex unless he was going to fuck me hard, and I hated when he did it.
“Bauer stop!” I tried again,
His strength and thrusts doubled, words felt impossible and the still felt tipsy and weak. He leaned in forcing himself still deeper and I felt a flash of pain as his cock connected with my cervix. My body burned, but the more I struggled the more it hurt so I just lay there, letting him use me as his fuck doll to let off steam.
By the time I felt him pulse inside me, it was late into the night. I didn’t dare move but it wouldn’t have mattered with him spooning me, his arms possessively locking me into place.
The next morning I was aching, and sore. On the average day, I thought I looked quite pretty. Dark brown hair, soft skin, toning from daily workouts. Today all I noticed was how broken I looked, mascara smudging under my dark blue eyes, and my red lipstick from last night smeared across my large mouth. My breasts were medium and perky, but today they also looked swollen and abused from his biting and suckling. I could see purple bruises along my shoulder, neck, waist and hips.
I texted Julie and all she sent back was: “LEAVE HIM.”
I looked back at Bauer in bed, his muscled body looked relaxed and soft when he slept, his features smoothed of anger. It was hard to believe that man, my fiance, had caused all these bruises and pain on and in my body. Maybe some time apart would help. I gathered my things, just enough for a few nights into a bag and set in next to the door to wash my face, then brush my hair and teeth. When I came back into the room however, Bauer was up. There was a moments pause and I reflexively darted my eyes to my bag and back. He was on me in a moment, that hand once again pressed against my neck.