His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere

139 iv. Reminders

“Where are my family? You promised they would be here by the weekend,” she confronted him after waiting for hours since early morning.

The sun has already set so it is highly impossible that they would be coming. She tried to blink back her tears, she did not want to appear weak in front of him.

“I did no such promise, my love. If I recall correctly, what I said was... your family will be free to visit by the weekend. It is not my fault they deemed it unnecessary to see you,” he smiled innocently.

“You bastard! You promised me! You promised me you would let me see my family,” she hiccuped from the emotions she was trying to keep inside.

“I already told you, it was their decision not to visit. I couldn’t force them to come and see you when they do not like to do so. I am not some caveman to behave like that,” he smiled, trying to justify.

“You behave exactly that way, you brute! You are like a- a barbarian! I hate you! I hate you! What did you tell my family when you refused their visit the last time? Tell me now,” she hissed.

He laughed hearing her tirades, “Is that meant to be an insult, my queen? Should I show you then how barbarians treat their women,” he smiled as he walked closer to her.

She instinctively backed away, “Don’t come near me! I said don’t walk any closer, you asshole!”

He chuckled as if he was enjoying the scene so thoroughly, “But why not? Was it not your claim I am behaving like one? Surely you must know what it meant to be a barbarian’s woman. If not, you would not have willed yourself to say it.”

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She backed away from him until her back was against the wall, “No, I am not anyone’s woman. I especially do not belong to someone as revolting as you!”

He laughed, seeing her trapped against the wall, he stretched his arm to one side and caressed her cheek using his other hand, “It seems like there is no room for escape, my queen. It was clearly a mistake to tease me so my love. A very costly mistake, may I add.”

She flinched, out of fear and out of surprise at the sudden rush of heat she felt from being held by him like this. She couldn’t feel this way towards this man of a brute.

He had played with her feelings, aside from kidnapping her he has taken her away from her family after such a brief reconciliation. How can he behave like a person with no conscience?

“You think how you acted just now will make me angry? Probably hurt me by your words?” he chuckled as he cupped her chin.

“No, my love. Your words do not wound me at all. I am not so weak-minded I can be affected by a girl’s mindless nagging. As they say, wives nag their husbands on a daily basis. How can I not tolerate my love for a natural reaction?” he smiled, his eyes filled with a look of adoration as he stared into her eyes.

“Wife? I will never marry the likes of you! Not even if you tie me up and force me will I join you in holy matrimony,” she meets his golden eyes with her blue ones, feeling herself fast spiraling in a downwards spin of emotions.

He chuckled and leaned closer to her, “Never marry me, my queen? Do you really think you have an option? Allowing us to date as you so wanted was never a prerequisite to marriage. Not even your signature is necessary. Do you know how easy it will be for me to register your marriage with me, with my web of connections and my corporate legal team behind me? It suprises me you still think there was ever any choice for you.”

“Unhand me, you monster!” she slapped his cheek.

He froze and held his cheek which has been subjected to her assault just a while ago, “You have forgotten where you are it seems. Our places, you and I. I think I should remind you of who you are to me, my queen. More than the title I allowed you to keep, you are nothing more but my slut.”

She gasped when he tore through her clothes, the rough ripping sound of her clothes and the force he used on undressing her made her feel scared, and yet somehow there was a very unnecessary tinge of excitement.

“Please, let me go,” she begged him, her voice was laden with lust though it was not how she intended for it to be.

“Look at you, getting so turned on by being reminded what you are to me. Sometimes I feel like you fight with me just so you can be punished. Do my punishments excite you? Do you find it absolutely necessary to fight me off just so I could humiliate you, hurt you both with my words and actions? Is that what you really crave, my love, my little whore?” his tone was deeper now, more enticing in her ears.

“No, I do not like this. I do not like your touch, your mind games, and your sex. I despise mating with the likes of you,” her temper felt like she is about to explode but so is the desire building up inside of her.

“Why do you continue to deny when the answer is so obvious?” he licked her neck and pressed his hard erection against her soft body.

“Beneath this pretty little skirt of yours, we both know you are drenched. Wet from the words I just said. You deny it but these lower lips of yours say the truth. It knows no shame,” he slid off her skirt and plunged his fingers inside her core.

“Three at once and yet you did not so much as yelp. You welcomed me with your body, did you not? You are so fucking wet for me, honey. Do you want to cum from being pounded on by my fist? Is that what you wish for, my love?” his voice was punitive, his eyes cruel.

How she hates her traitorous body as she let out a whimper followed by a moan. Her body likes this. Even she cannot brazenly deny it.

He pressed his fist against her wet entrance and made her cry out, “Painful. Please no more!”

He chuckled as he plunged his fist inside her core, her body reeling from the sudden pain that invaded her. It was too painful, and yet her body registers bliss as well.

Her body has been trained this way, no... it is so soon for that. They have just been together for a few months.

It was as if her body has been dormant all along and now that it had tasted freedom once again, her body couldn’t help but be addicted to it. She moaned as he fisted her lower lips, her juices overflowing as she panted out like a dog.

She could not help it, even if she didn’t like it. Even if she is terribly against it, her body betrays her. She likes this taking, rough, sensual, it makes her feel so fucking good.

“I can’t... can’t take more,” she whispered.

“Tell me what you want. Tell me or I’ll just keep edging you like this? I can go on for hours and you know that,” he threatened her, his eyes never leaving hers.

“I can’t beg for something so dirty,” she told him. Surely there must be a line between decency and getting fucked up like an animal.

“Why not? You are a dirty little whore. My virginal little slut who loves to cum from humiliation and pain. How dirty you are indeed. No wonder no one has touched you before me. A dirty little girl who wants to be fucked all the time, my little cum dump. So don’t be shy and cum. Cum for me, my love. Cum for me and show me how dirty you really are,” he whispered, pounding her cunt with his fist as she shook her head.

She let out a pitiful cry before her eyes rolled to the back of her head, a sight he took a terrible delight on. He took out his fist and replaced it with his cock, plunging deeper into her core over and over.

Her mind has gone blank but her body continued to orgasm, spasming as she let out whimpers and moans. He smiled at the sound she was making, like a little dog being kicked, so pathetic, so miserable, so out of her own control.

He chased his high unmindful of her need to slow down. He is sure she will bruise tomorrow, her body being lifted mercilessly as her feet leave the ground with each thrust.

“My perfect little queen, this is what you want, right?” he slammed his cock faster and deeper into her as her body spasmed even more, her tired body collapsing in his arms.

He didn’t stop and kept on thrusting into her core, his desire frontmost in his mind. Like a wild animal in heat. He couldn’t stop himself.

He will berate himself tomorrow once he sees the bruises and marks on her pale soft skin, but for now he will take his fill. It was her punishment, so he is justified to do so.

How else can she remember her place in his life if he didn’t show her? If he didn’t take her as roughly? He smiled as he lifted her knees, spreading them eagle wide against the wall.

Her eyes widened as he slammed back into her womb, racking her cervix, her walls tightening so beautifully against his erection.

“Remember your place, my little slut. You are mine. I will do whatever I want to do with you and whenever I want to do it. Remember that, my love,” he whispered before he carried her in his arms, pressing tender kisses on her tear-streaked cheeks.