His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere

53 iii. Mine

“Yes baby, it feels so good. Don’t deny yourself any longer,” he commanded her.

He continued bucking his hips, slamming into her warm wet core and feeling her sweet honey drip around him as he slipped his tongue inside of her mouth.

“Ahnnnn....” her mind blanks out as he relentlessly played with her clit.

“Your look darling... your look is so amazing when all you can think of is how good I fill you up. You are such a slut for me, my baby. A beautiful fucking slut,” he grunted again.

He kept one hand wrapped around her waist, making her bounce off his shaft only to slam his hips back inside of her.

His thick girth stretches her insides, feeling how warm and tight she is as her walls wrapped painfully around his shaft.

“I’m not a slut,” she moans loudly now uncaring if anyone passes by and overhears their rendezvous. She couldn’t think of anything else but his cock and the words that made her feel so sensitive.

“Another lie,” he chuckled, his tongue dancing with hers as she came all over his cock, her juices flowing down her thighs and messing up his chair.

“No more, please... I can’t take it anymore Dom. I just came. I am too sensitive,” she panted, half meaning it and the greater part of her not wanting him to ever stop.

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He grabbed her by her hair and forcefully pulled down her head back as he buried his cock all the way inside of her.

“You will take more, honey. You will take all of me in, you won’t stop cuming until I want you to,” he forced the head deep into the back of her womb having fully impaled her on the entire length of his shaft.

“No please... no more,” drool starts to drip down her lips as she loses control of her own body.

She can feel his sex stretching her as she clamped down around him. Her juices spread over her thighs until he finally spilled his load deep inside, filling her up entirely.

He dropped her on the swivel chair and stood in front of her. He grabbed her hair and forced his cock between her lips, taking a few deep strokes inside her throat before shooting another couple of thick jets down her throat and across her face.

She likes just how rough he is. She couldn’t help but orgasm with each painful thrust, each bruising touch. They were all accompanied by an overwhelming ache, a need for more.

The need for him can only be cured when he fills her over and over, bruising her privates by his girth and the power of his thrust.

She couldn’t understand herself, she likes this. It is not just any kind of pain, it is his kind of pain. The way he makes love to her makes her feel needed, wanted.

The way he calls her names makes her feel depraved, wanton, just so painfully his. She doesn’t understand how she can be so turned on by all of this. But she is. She is.

“Baby, clean me up,” he held her by her ponytail and pulled her closer to his hips, angling her hair and tapping on her lips.

She smiled lovingly at him, and opened her mouth wide, sucking him in. Her tongue played with his entire girth as she circled it on its head and swirled it on his length.

She sucked as he grunted, encouraged by the deep growl of his voice that made her know she is making him feel just as good. Oh, how much she wishes to please him so.

He panted as he came, his large hands holding her head still until he was satisfied that all of his cum has been emptied inside her mouth.

“You look perfect,” he stood naked in front of her as he admired his handiwork.

A loving expression was on his face as he looked at her blank stare, her mind fully occupied by the orgasm she still feels as her body jerked from just the sound of his voice.

“Show me, baby,” he kneeled in front of her and caressed her cheek as she opened her lips and showed him his cum inside.

“Drink every drop, baby,” he instructed her and watched with glee as she followed his command, swallowing his cum.

“Did I do good, daddy?” she asked afterward, a longing smile on her lips as she hoped for his praises.

“You did very well, baby. You made daddy so happy,” his lazy smile is enough to make her feel so fulfilled, just so so happy.

“I love you so much, daddy,” she said happily, hearing his praises just keep her in high spirits.

“I love you so much too, baby,” he kissed her cheek longingly, loving the way she had surrendered herself so wholeheartedly to him.

This is what he always wanted from her, her utter surrender and submission to his will. He loves her so much he can only ask for nothing else but this completeness.

“Baby, I love you so,” he said, repeating it as she stared happily at him, lost and fucked out of her senses.

It is in times like this when she is her most real self. Free and without a nagging sense of worry about her. He loves spending such time with her, such time when she can truly be herself.

Fucking her, using her, owning her, to him it all means the same, her utter surrender in the name of love. And he loves her just as much, even more so, he thinks.

He loves her so much that being away from her even for a minute hurts him, the need he has for her is so achingly raw. He needs her so.

He touched her bruised shoulder, another mark on top of several others he has made. She stinks of his cum right now, he smiled wide as he looks at her cunt drenched in their juices.

How real and unashamed she is in moments like this, so overtaken by lust that all he wants to do is to take her again. Oh good lords, they better do it again.

Just thinking about it made his cock stiffen back up. His greediness made him think about taking her again in this broken state just to see how much more she can take.

He should break her more, make her more ridden with desire that she never wanted to part. Then, she would never leave his side again even for one second.

“I love you so much more, daddy,” she rubbed her cheeks on his hand, her eyes filled with adoration and lust. How she craves him so.

“Then, will you let me break you more honey? Will you let me breed you and fill you up with my babies?” he asked, kissing her lips softly as he caressed her cheek.

She giggled, “Babies? But I’m your baby, daddy!” she corrected him.

He chuckled at her possessiveness, “You might be pregnant from all the times we are doing it, honey. But you don’t mind, do you?”

“I don’t mind, daddy. I just don’t want babies, I am the only baby for daddy,” she giggled, loving the way he laughed at her silliness.

It doesn’t matter if the world can not understand them. What matters is they can understand what they have. They love each other, maybe even more deeper than regular lovers ever will.

To him, she is his queen, and to her, he is her knight. It has always been as simple as that. No matter the universe they are in, it is the truth that they both hold dear.

“The babies will tie me more to you,” he studied her more as her eyes filled with glee.

“Really daddy? We will be more united that way?” she considers, her innocent smile reminding him of that time when she was drugged. Back when they were but just queen and knight.

She doesn’t need to be drugged by any asshole now. Now, he is her drug, the way she always has been his.

He nodded and patted her hair, “Absolutely baby, that way even when you are not in your fucked out state, even when reasons surround you, you will never leave me. You know I can only talk this way to you when you are out of your mind with bliss. So I need you to understand why I’m doing this.”

“Fucking me senseless?” she asked him, smiling from ear to ear.

“Yes baby, that. You know why I’m doing that until you behave properly, right, honey?” he asked her, adoring every moment she is lost and clings to him like this.

“Why daddy? Why do you always fuck me senseless?” she looks at him, her eyes filled with questions.

Of course, she didn’t understand, she is still in her blissful and needy state, reasons avoid her. All she knows is how much she needs him.

“To make you mine, completely,” he answered her, claiming her lips hungrily once again.

She moaned readily in his arms, her hands wrapping tightly on his arms as she desperately brushed her body against his.

“I want that, daddy,” she assured him, her nails biting into his skin as she gyrate her body towards his.

“I know, baby. I know, I just wish you can be so honest all the time. Instead of me needing to fuck the truth out of you,” he complained, sniffing her scent as he burrowed his head on her neck.

He let out a frustrated growl when he heard knocks over the door. He buttoned up her shirt and pulled down her skirt which was lifted into her stomach from their lovemaking.

He looked at the cum flowing down her thighs which is still dripping down to his seat. He debated whether to do something about it, but why should he? She is his. Everyone should know, that she is his.

He grinned and opened the door as his business partners took a glance, seeing a woman sitting on the executive chair facing the opposite side. She was in an obviously fucked out state, sticky liquid dripping down the floor from her legs.

To say they were shocked and embarrassed is an understatement. They couldn’t see her face, nor were any parts of her body exposed. But they have to be stupid not to know what happened before the CEO opened his door.

They have to report this to the madame. Did she have a clue as to what her grandson is doing? She wouldn’t be pleased with his activities.

But why did he let them see? Is that what he wanted? For his family to know? Is that a challenge from him for his family to unleash all they have on him?

Or was he simply mad as everyone claimed him to be? He had just declared war against his family, in doing this, he just declared he is ready.

“I think we should go elsewhere,” he took his keys, then motioned for the executives to walk out of his office.

The guests stepped out likewise, blushing profusely, in their minds is the broken state of the woman fucked entirely out of her mind.