His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere

60 iii. His Jealousy

“Go ahead darling, your best friend is waiting,” Dominus had a confident smile plastered on his face as he urged Mary to go out of their room.

“I don’t want to,” she shook her head, her legs rubbing against each other.

“Why is that? He is your best friend, baby. Don’t you want to meet with him?” he frowned, but his eyes had an evil glint to them.

“You insisted on letting the maids let him inside the house. You said the two of you should talk, after all. Now you won’t even come out,” Dominus sounded so gentle, his strong arms wrapping themselves on her shoulders.

“I- I can’t! You know that!” she stuttered, her face was all red.

“Of course you can, baby. Now go and meet with your guest, he has been waiting for quite a while. As for me, I’ll be patiently waiting for you to finish your talk with him,” Dominus smiled innocently at her.

“You really are cruel,” she protested but nonetheless went to open the door.

“I am not, honey. I am just simply crazy in love,” he grinned and let her walk away.

Dominus opened his laptop and looked at the interaction going on between Mary and her guest.

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Mary bowed her head and sat on the sofa parallel to her best friend. Her best friend looked worried over her as they began to talk.

Dominus turned on the volume of the conversation and his smile widened quite comfortably.

“Mary, are you being forced into this? Because I can’t think of any reason why you would willingly go back to the person who caused your sufferings all those years ago,” Malavar said as his eyes focused intently on Mary.

“I- I am not being forced, Mal. The reason is,” she took a deep breath and looked as if she was in pain.

“Are you okay? Are you not feeling well?” Malavar stood, wanting to go near her but she raised her hands and told him no.

He went back to his seat, still unconvinced. “So what is the reason for you to commit this stupidity all on your own?”

“I- I love him,” she winced again, her breathing quite sharp.

“I know you love him. But he doesn’t deserve you, Mary. He let you suffer all those years on your own. There are so many other people in this world you can fall in love with,” Malavar held her hand and squeezed it tightly.

Dominus scowled, rage filled his eyes as he looked at the intertwined fingers on the screen.

He pressed the button of a remote which made Mary sigh and hold into the pillow on her lap.

Mary removed Malavar’s hand, “This is my decision, Mal. You need to accept it. I love him, I never loved anyone aside from him. And I don’t think I can ever love anyone else in the future.”

“And what of your mom, do you think she will approve of this insanity? She already told you a long time ago never to return to his side again,” her best friend looked at her again with anger and a bit of curiosity as she winced.

“It will be fine. We will tell her soon. He will be with me when that happens. I am not a child, Mal. I can make my own decisions,” she bit her lower lip.

“And your decision is madness, you know that too. I have always thought you were smart but now I doubt it. This is the greatest mistake you can ever make,” Malavar held her hand again, his eyes darted automatically on her palm.

“You are trembling. Are you okay?” Malavar asked, worry was on his face as he attempted to go near.

“No, please. Just stay where you are. Yes, I- I am not feeling well. Please leave so I can get some rest,” she held tightly into the pillow on her lap, wincing even more visibly.

“How can I leave when you are not okay,” he stood frozen, unable to decipher what he should do.

“Just leave, please. I just don’t want to talk more with you, right now,” she grimaced, squeezing the pillow tightly.

“Alright, call me if you need anything, please. And this discussion is not over. I won’t stop trying to save you from yet another bigger heartache, especially from the same man who shattered your heart before,” he stood and walked out of the room quietly.

When he was gone, Mary’s body shook as she let out a sob. Her body was convulsing uncontrollably.

She only calmed a bit when Dominus entered and hugged her. His shoulders pulled her in a comforting hug.

“Da- daddyyy, please,” she looked up at him, her eyes were glassy as tears started to fall on her cheeks.

“Shhhh... Don’t cry baby, it’s over now. Daddy will help you, alright,” he kissed her forehead and smiled.

His hands lifted her rather long skirt revealing her drenched cycling shorts, her juices trickling down her legs.

“You did so well, honey,” he removed her shorts and underwear, revealing a rose-shaped plastic placed directly on her clit.

“Da-daddy,” she gripped his shoulders and trembled.

“Shhhhh... it is fine darling, I’ll remove it now, okay?” his fingers gently removed the vibrator which has been taped directly to her skin.

He placed it on the table. The vibrator which was set to its maximum setting began moving wildly on the glass table, falling into the carpet with a thud.

Mary looked at it and blushed even more, “Why did you do that, daddy?”

“For your own protection, sweetheart. I just wanted to remind you, how you are mine,” he kissed her legs, pushing them into a v.

“But daddy,” her body arched when his tongue started licking her juices that trickled down her legs.

“What is it, sweetheart?” he asked, looking into her eyes as he smiled lazily at her.

“Daddy, it is almost so painful to bear. It hurts me, daddy,” she complained.

“I know sweetheart, that’s why I’ll make it up to you, right?” he started licking the droplets on her thighs, making her water even more.

“Dadddyy!” she held into his hair as he opened her labia even wider. Her clit still throbbing painfully from overstimulation.

“Shhhh... baby, let daddy take care of you, okay?” his tongue gently made circles on her pulsating nub, making her back arch.

“Daddy!” she let out a sob. “It’s too much!”

“Too much,” he smiled innocently at her, his fingers gripping her waist and pulling her even closer to his lips.

“There is no such thing as too much,” he teased her.

She covered her mouth with her hands, trying to muffle out her moans as he began to lick up her labia, pressing his thumb on her clit as she convulsed under him.

She cried and sobbed until it was replaced with moans of pleasure as she blanked out. She held into his hair and began to tug on his locks.

“Daddy, please. Please fuck me, daddy. I can’t take it anymore,” she begged him. Her body ached for more as he pinched her nipples.

He stood and unbuckled his belt, smiling as he looked at her blanked-out expression. “Are you sure, sweetheart? Aren’t you subjected to too much already?”

“Please, daddy. Please! I’ll die. I’ll die if you don’t give it to me now! Please fuck me, daddy,” she begged him, her eyes were desperate as her body convulsed again, rivers of clear liquid streaming down her legs.

“I love you, honey,” he removed his pants and gripped her waist, his strong hands using it as an anchor to slam inside of her.

She blanked out once again and started moaning out his name, her body trembling under him as he thrust wildly in and out of her.

She felt his cock enter her cervix, making her whimper. The pain will go away soon, she knew, so she did not complain.

When his thick length entered her womb and made a bulge on her stomach, she smiled. Ahhhh... the pleasure.

She meets each of his thrusts desperately as she held into his shoulders. He was holding into her waist, slamming deeper, faster into her wet core.

She let out a loud cry as her body convulsed under him yet again. He smiled gently at her and began to rub on her clit, making her eyes roll.

“Fuck, daddy! Too sensitive, too much!” she protested incoherently.

“Not too much, honey. Not nearly too much,” he pinched her clitoris, making her stick her tongue out as she panted, trying to catch her breath.

He took the opportunity to slide his tongue inside her mouth, mixing their salivas inside, the excess dripping down her neck.

He knew it is being unreasonable, but seeing someone else touch even her hand made him so angry, so jealous, he couldn’t think straight.

“You are mine, baby. Don’t you forget that,” he slammed back inside her again as she let out a painful cry, her mind trying to cling to the remaining remnants of her sanity.

“Too much,” she whimpered as she felt multiple orgasms greet her, her body visibly shaking under him as she held into his shoulders.

Her nails dug deep into his skin as she let out another cry, her body’s sensitivity almost at its limit. But he wouldn’t let her have any reprieve.

“Mine,” he whispered as he wrapped her legs on his hips, her body trembling desperately as she sobbed.

Hearing her sob, he released his seeds inside of her, grunting as he did so. His own high overtook him as he held her tenderly against him.

She convulsed against him once again, her body pulsating continuously as it remained sensitive, causing the slightest touch to trigger another orgasm.

She was a sobbing mess as she lay under him. Her fingers scraped his back making blood trickle down her body as it cut his skin.

He didn’t mind or complained, he let her cut him, until she finally calmed down.

She looked at her bloodied nails with wide eyes, blood was all over her hands even as she blinked. “Daddy?”

“Yes, baby,” he kissed her forehead and lovingly caressed her hair.

“I cut you,” she said as a matter of fact.

“It is fine baby, it doesn’t hurt,” he lied. It stings, the scratches were deep and when she was lost in her own pleasure she was out of control just as well.

“I- I hurt you, daddy,” she sobbed, more sorry for hurting him than for the forced orgasm she received just earlier.

“It is fine, baby. I deserved that. I hurt you too,” he kissed her cheek.

She blushed, “It did hurt daddy. It became so sensitive for me that it just hurt. But it became too pleasurable as well. So much that I couldn’t think straight. I couldn’t think at all, daddy.”

“Do you hate me, baby?” he asked, leaving butterfly kisses on her cheek.

“I can never hate you, daddy,” she assured him, rubbing his fingers on her cheek.

Taking her cue, he caressed her cheek gently, “You are such a good girl for me, queenie.”

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She pouted, “Won’t it break? You always torture it.”

He laughed, “What will break sweetheart?”

“My pussy,” she pouted, blushing hard as she said it out loud.

“Even if I break it, it doesn’t matter. It is mine, baby,” he kissed her cheek again.

She pouted more, “Don’t break it! How will I pee in the future?”

He laughed at her innocence, “It won’t break sweetheart. It is a muscle. It even stretched wide to accommodate my girth, right? It returns to how it is afterward. Like elastic magic.”

She pinched his arm, “You just want to keep torturing me.”

“That too,” he grinned. “Am I not allowed to torture?”

“Only if I am being a bad girl,” she blushed.

She honestly loved this. This rough taking, getting edged. Getting so fucked up she couldn’t think straight.

But it is something he shouldn’t know. It is a part of her even she couldn’t accept fully. It is a part of her she is terribly ashamed of.

He kissed her cheek, “But you let that man touch your hand. Isn’t that something bad, baby? How can you let another man touch what is mine?”

“Were you jealous, daddy?” her eyes widened in shock. No way this confident CEO can feel such emotion, right?

He nodded, “I was very jealous, indeed,” he admitted and kissed her hand.

She giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck, “Daddyyyy, you are silllyyyy!”

“Why so, baby?” he continued to kiss the back of her hand, smiling when he finished.

“How can the man who has the whole world at his beck and call be jealous?” she asked, pouting.

“Well, it happens. When the said man is obsessively, crazily in love with his queen,” he claimed her lips.

Their tongues danced as they tasted each other’s saliva. When their lips finally separated, they both smiled.

“You love me that much, daddy?” she asked him.

“I love you even more than that baby,” he assured her.

“How much do you love me, daddy?” she asked him, giggling as she blushed.

“I love you like you are the whole world for me, queenie. When I’m not with you, it is like I can hardly breathe. It is a terrible feeling to be away from you even for a moment. My mind is always constantly filled with thoughts of you. It drives me crazy, queenie. I love you. I desire you. I need you,” he punctuated each sentence with kisses on her shoulders as he took in her so intoxicating scent.

She hugged him tightly, “I love you so much too, daddy.”

“I know baby, I know,” he assured her, cradling her in his arms.

“Will you always love me, daddy?” she pressed her cheek against his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

“I will always love you, queenie. No matter the time and place, I will love you, until eternity itself gives up on us,” she smiled at his answer.

She didn’t understand then what he meant, she just knew she feel the same. No matter what happens, she will surely love only him as well.