HIS DARK DESIRE: TALES OF A YANDERE - Chapter 36

Chapter 36: ii. Doll [Bonus chapter]

They ended up in a hotel, because he wasn’t comfortable bringing her to one of the places that legally belongs to his family.

Dominus sat her on the bed and started preparing her bath. He felt his muscles constrict, veins popping out of his neck as he controlled the anger he felt.

The only thing stopping him from getting berserk is focusing on how to make her feel better.

He went back to her, her doll-like eyes registered nothing as if she wasn’t seeing him. He gripped the bed sheets tightly to stop himself from going into a rage.

“Let’s bathe you, my queen. Let me take care of you. I have prepared a warm bath to make you feel better,” he whispered tenderly into her ear to which she just nodded.

His fingers shook as he unzipped her dress, the clothes falling off her shoulders to reveal her chest.

Dominus stopped for a second, trying to get a hold of himself as he continued to undress her.

…..

Her scent intoxicated him and brought fire into his veins, but this is solely for cleaning her up and making her feel better, he reminded himself even when his body started to react to the vision of her nakedness.

He couldn’t let himself focus on his desires when she is just so clearly unwell, traumatized from the event of the night. Her needs come first more than anything.

He unclasped her bra, letting her breasts spill out of its constraints. He gulped as he saw her pinkish nipples as if made to tease him and bring him to madness.

He cleared his throat and looked at her, as if asking for permission from her to continue. To which she just nodded as he slowly slide her panties and shorts off her legs.

He covered her fast with the towel he brought with him. His breathing was heavy as he grunted, hating himself for feeling so turned on despite the circumstance.

He carried her in his arms, cursing the gods that her skin has become so clammy and cold.

He gently let her into the tub filled with warm water, the warmth seeping into her skin, making her sigh.

He smiled tenderly at her, as she lowered her back more into the tub, loving the comfort it brings her.

“Let me bathe you,” he volunteered, his eyes pleading with her. He wants to make amends no matter how impossible it may seem.

She has gone through so much because of him. It was all his fault that his queen suffered this much.

Though all he ever wanted is to make her happy, he has been the cause of her greatest hardships and sufferings.

She nodded and blushed as she became aware of her nakedness. She waited for him to come closer and was surprised at how gentle his touch can be.

He knelt in front of her, soaping her body and making bubbles form on her skin. He lovingly kissed her cheek and started to shampoo her hair, loving the way she sighs with each of his touch.

“Does it feel good, my queen?” he asked her, his eyes never once leaving her face as he draws circles on her back.

She nods, unable to speak for the fear of her voice breaking and worrying him even more.

After bathing her, he dried her up and carried her to the bed. She wore the bathrobe given by the hotel and waited for him to finish bathing.

She closed her eyes mostly from mental exhaustion than from being sleepy. She didn’t realize she has fallen asleep if not for the strong arms laying her on the bed gently.

“Dom…” she opened her eyes to find him in a bathrobe that almost covered nothing on him.

She would have giggled if only he wasn’t looking so hot, draped in nothing else but a robe that was pried open by his muscles.

“I’m sorry. Did I wake you?” he asked her worriedly. He was laying on his side, caressing her cheek.

“No, it is fine. I didn’t plan on falling asleep anyway. It is rude not to wait for you to finish,” she blushed.

He frowned, “You have been through so much tonight and yet you worry about being rude to me. You suffered those terrible things because of me. I should be the one to apologize.”

She smiled softly at him and planted her palm into his cheek as well. “It is fine, you came to my rescue anyway.”

“It is not fine. It was horrible, and I was a horrible, good-for-nothing, useless human to have let it happen,” he cursed, his rage being apparent from the way his voice rose and the way his eyes burned.

“Dominus,” she whispered his name softly. “It is fine, I am fine. Don’t blame yourself for things you could not have foreseen or prevented,” she caressed his hair gently, loving the way his blonde hair feels as she combed it with her fingers.

“Stop saying it is fine. The more you say it, the more useless I feel. I should have foreseen it, my family will never approve of us, they are nothing but a bunch of superficial assholes,” he said as he gripped her shoulders as if he was reeling from a fit of anger that bore no end.

She playfully flicked his forehead, “Don’t say that about your family. They love and care for you. Your grandmother raised you, didn’t she? Don’t be angry with them, they love you,” she pulled him to her chest without thinking and caressed his hair more, trying to ease away his anger.

He nuzzled into her warmth, her scent always make him feel calmer. It felt so familiar to him, roses and vanilla. They have always reminded him of home. He felt so at peace every time he smells her scent.

“It wasn’t the soap,” he mumbled as he sucked on her neck.

She moaned from his sudden action, the suction from his lips and the way his teeth grazed on her skin made the blood rush into her core and somehow made her even more aware of how close they are exactly.

“What do you mean?” she asked as he sniffed into her scent.

“It’s not the soap that makes me smell roses. You used a different soap now, but you still smelled the same for me,” he smiled and caressed her cheek.

She almost laughed, how can it be that she still smells the same when she just used a different soap?

“That sounds silly,” she protested even as he slid his hand inside her bathrobe.

“I’ve been silly since the first time I met you, so I’m not even bothered,” he corrected her and kissed her hand, trailing kisses into her arm, waiting for any indication she is uncomfortable and didn’t want this.

His large hands reached her bossoms, his calloused palm cupping her breasts fully. He squeezed them gently which earned a soft moan from her.

“Dominusss…” she can only call out his name as he hungrily sucked on her nipple, he suckled and nibbled on her tender buds which just made her nipples become even more sensitive.

“Yes honey,” he teased her, stopping to give her reprieve.

She took the opportunity to breathe and to look at her handsome assailant who was staring at her with a tender expression.

He kissed her hands again and guided her fingers to explore his body, trembling fingers feeling his cheek, his neck, his broad shoulders… down to his torso and abs… and even further down…

She blushed profusely as she felt the tip of his cock and that little slit of its head where his precum oozes out.

He looked at her, as if observing her reaction closely. Loving the red colorin of her cheeks as her fingers start to touch him.

To say that she was an innocent is putting it gently, her hands just froze on the tip of his shaft unable to decipher what she must do.

He kissed her forehead and whispered, “Are you scared?”

“I- I am not ready,” she answered truthfully. First was the matter of how to make it fit, and second is the guilt that will eat her up if they do it- she promised her mother she won’t break her trust.

Dominus smiled as he took her hands again and kissed them, “It is fine. Don’t worry, we won’t do it until you feel you are ready.”

She blushed, “I am sorry,” she looked regrettably at his hardened cock. She didn’t realize that thing can be like the size of a child’s leg.

He laughed seeing her reaction, he grabbed a pillow and covered his erection. “See, I’ve hidden it from your sight, my queen. No need to be so nervous about it.”

“Does it hurt? You always seem to have a- a boner when we are together, so I wanted to know if it was difficult for you?” she asked him, more out of curiosity than anything else.

He chuckled, “Yes it does, and yes my body just naturally reacts this way when you are near,” he kissed her hair, the pillow still in between them.

“Does it hurt?” she asked again, this time out of worry for his sake.

“Yes,” his bright golden eyes filled with mischief as he added. “It’s not like it can be helped. So don’t worry about it.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realize I’m causing trouble,” she blushed, thinking how painful it might be for him and it happens so often too.

“Stop saying sorry,” he laughed. “It is fine, honey”. He put on his boxers and slacks, his erection still very much visible.

“I’ll go and wash my clothes, so that I can wear them too,” she thought about her icing-covered dress.

He frowned and looked at her, “Tell me your size, I’ll have some dress delivered instead.”

“But my mom will worry if I end up wearing something other than what I went out with,” she justified, panicking.

He sighed and kissed her hair again, nuzzling into her neck. “You are too pure, this world doesn’t deserve you,” he whispered.

“I’ll call in laundry service and have that cleaned,” he sounded dismayed and troubled as he nuzzled into her neck.

“You really like sniffing me up, don’t you?” she asked though she knew the answer.

He chuckled, the vibration of his voice making her feel ticklish as he kissed her neck and sniffed her scent.

“Yes, I feel like I have gotten addicted to your scent. You might just have turned me into a giant pup,” he complained as he gently bit on her earlobe.

She giggled and pushed him away, then sniffed her arm, “But I smell normal, just like everyone else. I don’t even wear perfume.”

“Shhhh… don’t say stupid things like that. You are never just like everyone else,” he claimed her lips again, sliding his tongue into her mouth as he played with her lips.

She moaned and pushed him away, to which he just laughed and maintained a bit of distance from her face.

“You are never just like anyone else. To me, you are the only person I care for more than anything in the world. You are the most precious thing to me. You are my person, Mary. And my home… is wherever you might be,” he said sincerely, cupping her cheeks.

“Simply put, you are everything to me, Mary,” he declared as he got lost in her eyes. He wishes she knew how serious he is with her.

She means the world to him. She will always be his end goal. That is how it is and how it always will be.