HIS DARK DESIRE: TALES OF A YANDERE - Chapter 145

145 iv. Markings

“One more,” Dominus whispered, his body moving in yet another rhythm with his queen.

“No, I’ll die,” Mary tried to push at him but he wouldn’t budge.

Dominus chuckled as her body arched from his incessant thrusts, “Doesn’t seem like it, my queen. Your body is still so reactive.”

“Pervert,” Mary panted, while the words are hateful her tone is just filled with lust.

“Ahhh, yes. That I am, my queen,” he seemed pleased with it.

They have been going on all through the night. She blanked out earlier and even that did not slow him down.

This man is filled with too much heat inside his body or sex hormones. Whatever it is, Mary felt like it will drive her to insanity.

“My body will just break one day, you want that?” she complained, but her body was cooperating with his in the most lascivious ways.

“Your fault for depriving me of sex the whole week,” he teased her.

…..

“Who was it that cut the phone lines and confiscated my gadgets? I can’t even continue writing my webnovel because you refuse for me to touch even my phone,” she remembered, her hips gyrating with his as their bodies clashed.

“Me, I did all that,” he said proudly. “Justly so. You tried to escape from me, my love. You even threatened to call the police after you failed to contact your family, didn’t you? Of course, I am not scared of your little police officers. But it shows me how desperate you are to escape,” he caressed her arm gently and thrusts harder into her.

“Fuck,” her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

She wanted to hate her body more than she already do. It was as if this person is in control of her. How can she like so much what her captor is doing?

She was as insatiable as this person. As needy, as hungry. Though she hated his overprotectiveness, her attraction toward him never wavered.

Their bodies rocked with each forceful thrust that drove her to the edge. Her body became more sensitive as he leaned in for a kiss.

It was a deep and sensual kiss, his tongue plunged inside her mouth and taunted hers to dance with it. And her lascivious tongue followed its move as their salivas were exchanged.

No one will believe her that it has only been a year since they met. She has been used more than a lifetime would allow.

He would fuck her every single chance he got. Even in embarrassing scenarios. Like this one.

She was pressed into the glass door overlooking the garden, her hard nipples pressed against the cold glass. She protested, of course, anyone can pass through where they are and see her this way.

She isn’t some whore, she reasoned. To which he just laughed, correcting her in a way by saying that she is his whore.

He whispered she shouldn’t worry so much, if anyone dared to watch, he will take care of them later. Of course, she knew exactly what he meant.

She wondered if he was a mafia. He is far too cruel and murderous to be anything but that. Plus the unexplained wealth that overflowed.

She wanted to ask if he has a family, and when she will be meeting them. If he is serious about making her his wife he would have introduced her to them by now.

Her body shook as he held her by her hips, driving his thick cock desperately into her. She moaned as her walls tightened around his cock, as if wanting to choke his member for the feeling of incessant pleasure he was giving her.

“Fuck, baby. You are gripping me so tightly,” he groaned. “This body of yours is so wicked and needy that all I really wanted to do is to fuck your brains out.”

She moaned, unable to say anything in response. She can’t be blamed, her privates has been impaled by his cock as every single one of his thrusts lifts her from the floor.

His whole length and girth were being forced harshly into her core over and over. “Fuck, my beautiful darling girl. You make me feel so good. I just don’t want to stop. You asked me earlier about breaking you. Don’t you know I delight in having your mind break like this? Look at you just moaning and whimpering, unable to protest. So lost in your own little world of pleasure brought about by your knight.”

She felt hot liquid being pumped into her as he kept her impaled in the air. Her eyes watered as she felt him release his seeds. She couldn’t help it, her toes curled and her whole body shook from the mindless orgasm that racked her.

He chuckled at seeing her this way but lifted her in his arms and brought her to bed. Her body was still jerking as he caressed her cheek, laying her hair across the mattress.

“You are so beautiful this way. You make me so satisfied my queen. You must know I am justified in being so needy of you. I have waited for you for a long time. It has been way too long for me this time. Waiting for centuries to be reunited with you once again. You do not know the feeling of being so lost without you,” he liked that she couldn’t complain about his words.

She does hate when he references about their past lives. She doesn’t believe in reincarnation. And with her memories gone, there is simply no way she can believe in him.

He really waited long for her this time. Imagine being in a world where she is not there, it almost drove her insane. The gods are far too cruel.

He kissed her again, deeper this time, his tongue thrusting forward and swirling around her mouth. He left her mouth opened and watched as she drooled.

She really is pretty. He loves when she looks like this for him. Just thinking she became like this all because of him makes him want to fuck her again.

He kissed her forehead, “Do you mind if I bite your nipples, my love? I probably should wait until you can answer me. But looking at you so fucked up this way just makes me so fucking needy of you. I promise to try not to be so hurtful.”

He latched his lips into her breasts, swirling his tongue into her nipples as he suckled. When she was moaning desperately once again, he bit hard on her nipple making her let out a scream.

He chuckled as he looked at her flailing her arms as she tried to push him. “Finally awake?” he asked.

“Don’t! Body too sensitive,” she begged him.

He smiled cruelly at her, “And so what if it is what I always wanted? I love how sensitive your body is to my touch.”

“Can’t,” she struggled. She felt like she couldn’t take more. She fears another orgasm will send her to a point of no return, where not just her body will break. Her mind and soul included.

He laughed, “Alright, baby. I’ll just leave some pretty markings on you. You don’t mind it, yes? After all, it is just to make you remember to whom you belong.”

She shook her head, “Please… no,” she begged him.

He bit her shoulder, earning a cry from her. But the initial struggle failed, as it always does.

For while he loved punishing her so much and marking her body with proof of his ownership, her body is equally as reactive.

She couldn’t stop her moans from escaping her lips as he suckled and bit on her breasts until they were filled with bruises, which he has always referred to as marks.

Her mind took an overdrive as he continued to mark her body, kissing, sucking, and biting into every exposed part of her skin. She wanted to escape.

She fears this thing that is happening to her. It scares her that she has started to enjoy even the most hurtful things he does to her.

She has even started to like being chained. Being marked started to turn her on. She couldn’t stop herself from feeling so good.

She panted as he growled, whimpered as he took. Moaned as he marked her with bruises all over her body by sucking into her soft skin until they were red.

She was sore all over when he was done, and yet so turned on that she clung to him when he was supposed to lay beside her. “Not yet,” she mumbled.

“Then tell me what you want. Say the words,” he demanded.

“Please,” she begged him. She shook her head, it will so humiliating for her to say that.

“Say it or I’ll stop,” Dominus commanded.

“Please, I need more. I want you to fuck me again. Take me as roughly as you wanted. I really like that,” she blushed.

Of course, she will deny it to herself later. When reasons take foremost in her mind then she will be sure to reject that this ever happened.

“You know what kind of person you are?” his deep voice excited her more, making her more needy.

“A slut. My little fucking whore. Your cunt wanted to get pounded all the time, don’t you?” he slapped her privates, making her readily moan.

She felt shocked, even that felt good for her. She must really be out of her mind. She has lost all kinds of reasons.

“I am… I do…” she panted in between their kisses.

“Do what? Say it. Say what you are or I’ll stop making you feel good,” Dominus smiled cruelly at her.

“I am your slut, and I want your pain,” she whispered.