Chapter 11

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Zeke nodded his head grateful for the mercy bestowed upon him by Justin. Though he was prepared to go as many times as it would take just to please his husband.

"I can do it... I will do it as many times as you desire if that's what it will take for you to forgive me..."

The blond pulled back cupping a shaking hand against Justin's cheek. He pecked a short kiss on his lips. Even if he wasn't supposed to do so he could not help himself. Zeke did not notice his husband was hard beneath the fabric of his pants. He was far too preoccupied on his face to even notice anything going on below the waist.

"I will do anything for you even if it exhausts me because I love you, Justin. If that is what you want me to do then I will do it over until you are satisfied with the result."

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Justin accepted his bride's action, a little kiss he stolen from his lips. He knew Zeke was fully capable of going multiple rounds, even if it was to prove himself. But Justin thought back to the past 48 hours, it was a lot of him.

"I don't want you to, if I do, I might not hold back." The man was serious when he said that. He was afraid of his anger taking over and completely demolishing his bride. Shifting slightly to avoid more friction with his cock he placed Zeke on the bed.

"I love you, but I won't be satisfied anytime soon." He said truthfully.

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Zeke backed off almost immediately. He slipped away from his husband's lap and sighed heavily. If he didn't have to push his limits then he would argue to do so.

"Alright... Then come fetch me when you want me. I'm going to take a shower if you will permit it." The blond rose to his feet. He shivered suddenly feeling a bit cold. He thought maybe there was a draft in the room or perhaps he was just tired already.

"There is no need to hold back on me. I thought that was clear enough already? You married a whore Justin. My body is used to being tired all the time. There is nothing you could do that could hurt this body of mine. It is stained. I wish it wasn't for your sake but I am unable to rid myself of this guilt. So the harsher you are with me the better. I do not deserve your kindness. And yet you continue to give it to me even now."

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"I don't want your body getting used to me being hard on you all the time... What if I want to cherish you? Plus, I don't know how much stamina you have because I have way too much that I can continue to go over and over again." The man sighed.

He grabbed Zeke's arm and pulled him to the bed and hovered over him. Dominance and lust waves came flooding from Justin, all power and domineering of the man. He leaned forward kissing Zeke roughly as he was ready to take what he needed from the man; his erection strained in his pants against Zeke's leg.

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Zeke gasped startled by the sudden forceful movement. He sighed wrapping his arms around Justin and burying his face into the other.

"I have more than enough to keep up with you. I have had partners in the past who pushed me well beyond my limit and I can assure you, that you will be nothing like them. You can still cherish me if you desire. I promise you even if you are hard on me I will not expect that of you."

The blond slipped his hand down and over Justin's crotch. Palming him through the fabric of his pants. "Let me help you with this love," he said seducing the man.

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The man leaned down, leaving kiss marks on the blond's neck. With or without pill, the blond was easily aroused which made Justin more hard. He knew Zeke is far too sensitive and sexually submissive, sometimes Justin felt like he knew all along.

"I keep forgetting that… I still can't believe you did this to me… To us." He mumbled, he wasn't mad anymore, just disappointed. He thought marriage would prevent complications between two people, but in their situation, it only made it worse.

"I won't hold back, not one bit," Justin spoke lowly, removing his pants, slowly stroking himself in front of his bride.

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Zeke retracted his hand, laying it by his side once again. He closed his eyes hesitating to even move on his own. Was he making the right choice by doing this? It certainly felt right. A way to atone for his sins against his husband. He sought no other way than to be denied the forgiveness he so badly desired.

"I don't expect you to..." He murmured.

The blond chewed the inside of his cheek as he waited. For the first time, he was unsure of what he should do. Whether he should lay there and do nothing or if he should take it upon himself to help his husband with his need. Zeke chose to lay still rather than to take action into his own hands.

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Groaning slightly as Justin kissed Zeke again he slowly thrust himself into the man's body.

"I hate you sometimes, I hope you know that." He was far from mad, he felt that his soul had lost something once he said that. Justin hated the man out of disappointment, not anger this time. Which was a step forward. He slowly started to pick up speed and put power into his thrusting.

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The blond moaned tilting his head back as Justin picked up the pace. He did love Justin and not just because he had the capability of making him crumble away to nothing in bed. Zeke had only one wish. That he realized this need for Justin sooner. If he could have turned back time then he would gladly have already done it.

"J-Justin!" The blond cried out gasping in pleasure. He wanted so badly to express his love for him. How sorry he was and that he would only ever love him. The words were on the tip of his tongue and yet because of Justin's powerful thrusting he could say nothing. All he could do was moan and cry out like a woman.

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"Even though I hate you, I still love you." Justin was already reaching his limit, but as always his first priority was for Zeke to release first, even if it cost his own orgasm. He moved down further on his body and gave one of his nipples a soft bite, before moving to the other and giving it the same treatment.

"Just let it go already Zeke, cum for me," Justin said picking up the pace just as an animal in heat would do.

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Zeke gripped his shirt holding on to it as his life depended on it. He huffed panting and struggling to keep his mind clear. He gave into it like always. Soon his back arched and with that, he came shortly after. Like always his body went limp and his hold on Justin's shirt loosened as he allowed the bed to greet his body in welcoming.

"I love you, Justin... I always have..." The blond said beginning to cry. He covered his eyes with his hands blocking the tears from streaming down his reddened cheeks. "I don't deserve your kindness so why must you give it to me? Is that your way of punishing me? Offering it when you know I don't want it?"

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The man groaned as he came inside of Zeke, panting hard. When he was spent, he pulled out and flipped them over so the blond laid on top of him.

"So you've said."

For some reason, Justin still felt in denial that Zeke still love him. He just couldn't shake it all, he loved him back too but it was harder to really come to terms with it all. Once he finally calmed down he told him.

"You finally caught on to my game of punishing you? Took a while, don't try to use it to your advantage because it would only make it worse for you."

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The blond pressed his head against the man's chest sobbing. The blond felt so pitiful. So weak and remorseful.

"How would I use it to my advantage? How much longer do you plan on tormenting me? How many times until you believe me? How long!" He cried.

Zeke forced himself away from Justin. He sat on the edge of the bed hugging his stomach as he trembled.

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Justin sighed hard, as he looked up at the ceiling.

"You can simply adapt to what I plan on doing to you because not all the time, I would like to be rough with you. Even though you crave it. Sometimes I might wanna tender you and take care of you… I believe you when I see it, Zeke."

Justin was at a loss for words for himself. Within the forty-eight hours, Zeke had cried so many times. More times than he ever had in their marriage before he was caught. The man reach up and grabbed his spare shirt that hung from the bed frame. And gave it to the blond.

"Put this on before I think of something I will regret."

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At first, Zeke thought about refusing the shirt, but he didn't. He took it and pulled it on over his head yet he didn't join his husband back on the bed. Instead, he stood there by the edge looking down. He couldn't look at Justin just like he couldn't look at him.

"Why don't you just do it then and get it over with? I know you're itching to hurt me for what I did to you. So just get it over and done with so we can move on." He snapped unintentionally.

Zeke turned his back to Justin and slumped his shoulders. He hugged his waist and stood there in silence waiting for Justin to say something. The blond was tired of this but divorce was not an option. It couldn't be an option. He loved Justin far too much but if only he had a way to further prove it.

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Justin just watched Zeke, taking his time figuring out what to say to him. He started to think of his happiest moments before he caught Zeke cheating. Life changed so fast for the two of them.

"I don't just want to only hurt you Zeke, and that is where my issue is. Part of me wants to believe all of you…But for some reason, I can't."

Justin stopped talking, maybe he needs to try harder since Zeke was fighting for it all. He grabbed his phone and texted Andrew back.