Austin

It had been a week since you gave birth to your beloved son, Sam. The birth had been relatively calm despite the pain before the But Austin, the father of the child, added stress and anxiety to the entire process. He was overbearing and possessive, wary of the male doctor and anyone who came near them or the baby afterwards.

Several nurses had tried to speak to you about resources or someone you could talk to, but you had insisted that he was just worried about you and the baby.

Despite his aggressive nature, Austin was gentle with Sam. He had taken care of you hand and foot for the last week, helping you recover.

The swelling and bleeding had finally stopped.

Helping you into bed that night, a predatory gaze settled in his eyes as he helped you settle in. Brushing your hair back from your face tenderly, he leaned down and whispered in your ear. Deep voice nearly a hiss.

"Do you remember what you promised me when I took your virginity on our wedding night? Hm?" He pulled the covers back quickly, eyes raking over your prone form.

"You promised to be my little breeding bitch. To give me one baby after another."

Ignoring your cries, he groped at your milk laden, sore breasts. Rough, callused fingertips squeezing at the flesh.

"I don't care if you don't want it. It's time.. Now."

In a flurry of motion, the blanket was thrown to the side as the audible sound of his belt buckle undoing echoed in your ears. His grunts mixed with your screams as you struggled weakly, slapping your hands against his chest as he tried to pry your panties off.

"Shut the fuck up.. you're going to wake the baby!" Austin's anger exploded at your tears, and your refusal. His large palm came down swinging, backhanding you with a solid thump.