His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere

153 iv. Addicted

Mary felt her heart turn heavy as she wrote the scene on her screen. Pressing the button to publish, she closed her eyes.

Why is she being so affected by a make-believe world? Why did she feel like she had been there?

She shook off the feeling and hurriedly shut off the laptop, bringing it back to the cabinet where he kept it.

She slipped back into their bed, pressing herself into his naked body. She felt like she couldn’t write the next scenes that were nothing but gore and death.

Dominus stirred and pulled her closer to him. Of course, he has been awake the entire time. He just pretended to be asleep.

He didn’t want to stop her from writing since it was her passion and source of joy, but he didn’t want to appear soft either.

Since he already confiscated her gadgets she had limited time every early morning to sneak up on him and write her stories.

He didn’t know what alias she has been using, but he knew she was writing. She has a different aura when she writes, her focus and dedication, and the way she is immersed in her own world captivated him so.

He wanted so much to read her works. To be her number-one supporter. But just thinking about reading about some other man, though entirely make believed, already made him jealous already.

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He pressed a tender kiss on her forehead as she pretended to wake as well. He almost laughed at their silly charade.

But he didn’t want to stop. It has become so easy to stay like this with her. He pulled her close to him and peppered her cheeks with kisses.

“Good morning you good-looking, beautiful thing,” he whispered in her ear.

She blushed as she always do when he said words like this. She wasn’t used to being praised.

No, it wasn’t easy for her to accept all the beautiful things about her that he sees. It was one of the things he could never understand about her.

How can he not see how wonderful she really is? She is not just the one who holds the whole universe in her hand. Rather, for him, she is the whole universe itself.

“Why are you still so shy?” he whispered, his hot breath fanning her cold skin.

The contrast sent her senses into overdrive. As if a fire inside her has been ignited, she felt feverish to touch.

He laughed when her cheeks turned even redder. He went on top of her and pressed his nakedness on her soft form.

She covered her face when she felt that part of him already hard and ready, poking her soft entrance as he rubbed it gently on her.

“You are such a pervert,” she mumbled.

“Aye, you know I will not deny such an accusation. But shouldn’t you be the one to blame? I am only ever affected when you are near. Were you seducing me all this time?” his deep baritone voice made her feel like she could just collapse.

Why on earth is this man making her so lascivious? It must be a crime to be so perfectly seductive the way he is.

His hard body just made her feel even more feminine. She felt the need to be under him as they dance to a rhythm only they know.

She blushed at her thoughts. They hardly slept the whole night. Surely there must be a humane limit to feeling horny.

She pushed at him even when she felt that part of her throbbing so painfully under him. She has probably been fucked so many times by him that the mere nearness of him already affected her that much.

Of course, she knew she was just fooling herself. She has always been attracted to him anyway. She has stalked him and followed him around before he even noticed her.

She has no doubt she would have easily fallen for him if he only behaved a bit more normally and courted her instead of kidnapping her this way.

“We’ve done it so many times last night,” she complained.

She had to at least maintain appearances. Plus she didn’t want him to be so comfortable with her, she still needs her freedom.

What he has done and is doing to her all amounts to crimes against her person. She blushed thinking how much she had enjoyed some of those atrocities.

“Ah, our classic game of cat and mouse,” he whispered, the deep baritone of his voice making her heart quiver.

“What are you talking about?” she pouted.

“You running from the truth and me chasing you down to make you see exactly how much you want this,” he bit on her earlobe, earning a moan from her.

She clasped her hands on her lips. Why is it always so hard for her traitorous body to comply with what she wanted?

“Aha, what a good way to protest my love. Surely that sounds shows how much you despise being used by me,” the playful grin on his lips just made her feel like her heart has been out of place.

“You moron,” she cursed at him but her voice hitched as he pulled her closer to him, sliding off the sleeves of her silky nightdress to reveal her pale skin.

“Ahhh, the red marks have healed,” his eyes were savage as he looked at her so mercilessly.

“So what if they are gone,” she blushed.

She knew exactly how thrilled he was when her bruises are finally gone. She knew perfectly why that is.

“It only means one thing,” he bit her earlobe again, harder this time.

“What is?” she asked, feeling her privates start to get wet just from the thought of what he meant.

“It means I can mark your body all over again,” he licked her shoulder and before she can even think about uttering a protest, he bit on her soft skin.

She screamed and clawed on her back, her nails digging deep into his skin. He licked the blood that trickled down her breasts and smiled wickedly at her.

“You like that, yes?” his golden eyes made her feel hot and burning.

“How could I possibly like pain?” she tried to conceal the pleasure that racked at her at the very same time the pain coursed through her vein.

She didn’t want to feel so abnormal, so different, so fucking horny from the way he marks her skin. She didn’t want him to see that part of her that craves something so taboo.

He traced her lips with his thumb, “How do you lie so easily with these sensual lips of yours? Do you know how much I wanted to kiss you even more when you say these pretty lies?”

She blushed, “I am not sensual. And I do not lie,” she insisted.

Lifting her chin so that her eyes can meet his, he whispered, “Should I inflict more pain so you feel even better? You know you only have to ask.”

Not able to deny herself any longer she tugged on his collar and kissed his lips. He immediately answered her actions by deepening the kiss they shared.

“Would you rather rest this fine day? Didn’t you complain earlier by saying we already overdid it last night?” he teased.

“Just... shut up and kiss me,” she whispered back, making him smile.

She felt her heart leap, when she heard him say, “I love you so much, baby girl. But first, you have to tell me exactly what you need... how you need it to be.”

Her cheeks reddened as she answered him, “Why are you so evil?” she complained.

“Come on honey. Why are you feeling so embarrassed? You’ve let daddy do all things to your body, and now you can’t even voice out what you really wanted, huh?” he grasped her breasts and pinched her nipples, making her let out a mewl.

“You can keep purring like a kitten but daddy will only be giving enough pain when you know exactly how to ask,” he insisted.

“Please,” she begged him, her eyes were almost watery as she arched her back.

“Please what my queen?” the corner of his lips twitched, unable to stop himself from smiling even more.

“Please...” she looked down, her lips trembling.

She never knew she would stoop this low. All because her body doesn’t seem to listen to her.

“Tell me or I’ll stop all the fun,” he pinched her nipple harder, forcing her to look into his eyes again as she let out a yelp.

“Please daddy... please fuck me senseless. Use me, own me, hurt me. I missed your pain. I need you to mark me again. Please daddy just use my body as much as you would like. However you may like it,” she begged him, biting her lip when she finally finished.

He tilted her chin and opened up her lips with his tongue. He stuck his fingers inside her mouth, pumping it lasciviously in and out of her small opening.

“Spread your legs opened, I would have to stick these fingers inside of you,” he instructed her.

Doing as she was told, she felt her body shiver when he slammed his fingers deep inside her core. Her walls clench around his fingers as her back arched.

“Daddy please... please fill me more,” she begged him.

He gripped her jaw and thrusts his tongue into her wide open mouth before he entered her with his thick length. She felt her walls tighten, gripping his shaft as he thrusts in and out of her.

“Whose pet are you, my queen? Tell me to whom you belong,” he smiled cruelly before dipping his head on her breasts and harshly sucking her tender buds.

“Yours,” she screamed. “I am always... forever yours.”

A satisfied smile adorned his face as madness accompanied his thrusts, going even deeper with each of his movements. She knew she will have no rest at all, but she didn’t mind.

She wanted more. Needed more of her captor. No matter how insane it sounded, it is the reality of her life.

Her body has already exhibited dependency on him. She has become as addicted to him as he was to her.