His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere

158 v. Slave to His Desires

Because he was the second in command, he has his own quarters in the yakuza house.

Of course he also has his own estates and properties across different countries which he mostly use for dealing with the yakuza business.

But this has always been the one he treats as home. Because she was here.

Just across from his quarters was the building she occupied. Fuck. He got harder with the thought.

He slammed shut his room after flicking the switch open and the light flooded. He let out a few curses before opening his laptop to check for emails.

He stared at his inbox. There was a new sender he has not been in contact with before.

The sender used the name queenie. He stared at the inbox for a while. It couldn’t be her, right?

He opened the inbox and it said ‘Hello! :)’.

He typed in a ‘Who are you?’

.....

Well, this is really weird and childish. This is an email for god’s sake. Not some demon-possessed teenagers app or social media, both of which he doesn’t have nor intend to ever use.

He should be irritated or at least feel annoyed at the silly attempt of whoever was on the other side of the keyboard. And yet, he couldn’t bear to feel that way.

He has a feeling who exactly it was who sent him the message. He waited impatiently as he stared at the screen.

A notification for the receipt of another email has been received. From the same email address, queenie.

He read it with undeniable anticipation in his heart. It read, ‘Can’t you really tell? :(‘

He smiled at her emoji. Fuck what was happening to him, behaving like a teenager all of a sudden, ‘I don’t have time for this,’ he replied.

‘Wait!!! It is me, the one who just turned eighteen. That lady *”*’, says the new email.

He was right. It really was her. So, she nicknamed herself queenie. He smiled at how he thought it fits her so.

‘Queenie now?’ he teased, still smiling as he tried to picture her in her bed sending these emails to him.

‘Well, it suits me. I look pretty regal and I’m quite high-maintenance, if you know what I mean, **$ jk’, the email response read.

‘It suits you, you do look like a queen,’ was his response.

‘Ahhhh! Now I’m shyyy. Well, I probably should sleep now since you already got me flustered. But you can just call me Mary, my nickname is for fun **,’ was the response he received.

He smiled and typed a simple, ‘Good night, queenie.’

He went through the other emails but he felt like he couldn’t even concentrate any longer. He really is a fool.

Obviously, the young miss wanted to play around since she was stuck in her room all her life. She was looking for excitement and he happened to be there.

He knew that. He wasn’t that stupid not to know her motives. She was struggling for freedom from her little cage.

Ordinarily, such flirting wouldn’t even reach past hello. He would reject someone so young, especially under the circumstances.

So why is he flirting back? He touched the part she kissed and felt the private part of him grow even stiffer.

Darn it. He hurriedly took unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, letting out his member.

Holding his pulsing erection in his hand he started to slide his hand up and down his shaft. Fuck.

His lips opened as he imagined her soft lips, her beautiful dazzling eyes, and her sinful body. He has never been this close to her before.

Never even touched her skin. Fuck. His back arched as he chased his high, his movements going faster until finally jerking off.

His semen spilled more than the usual. He panted as he let go, closing his eyes as sticky fluid continued to coat his sheets.

Darn it. Even his clothes were ruined. He didn’t even have the chance to properly remove them.

She was his addiction. Though it was a secret and known only to him. He knew he could be exposed anytime.

If she really decides to flirt with him, he doubts he can hold out for very long. He cursed the gods and stood up, grabbing a towel he used earlier today.

He wiped it on his member and got dressed. He called up the servant quarters and asked for help in changing his sheets.

He knew the laundry service wouldn’t mind. He has asked them to wash even worse.

He took a cigarette and smoked as he waited for the maids to arrive. He opened the email and found one again.

‘Wait, can I ask something? :)’, he didn’t even have to guess who it was from.

It was sent thirty minutes ago while he was doing that. Fuck. He debated whether to type a response or wait for tomorrow. He didn’t want to bother her.

Of course much to his dismay, his selfishness won once again, ‘Sure, ask me anything.’

‘Do you have a wife?’ was the question.

He noted that she did not put an emoji next to it. So it must be something she is serious about.

‘No, I don’t have a wife,’ was his response.

‘Do you have a girlfriend?’ another question.

He smiled at her interrogation, ‘None that I know of.’

‘Please be serious,’ she castigated him, making him smile.

Fuck. It was the first time he really would have any sort of communication with her. So fuck protocols. He doesn’t need them.

‘Well I am serious, I do not have a girlfriend, a wife, or a fiance,’ he completed it, knowing she will be asking about that too.

‘Sex partners?’ was the one-line question that made him stop typing.

It took him a while to respond to it for he didn’t know how to go about it. He was afraid if she knew then she would probably lose interest in him.

Fuck. Why does he care so much about that? Not like he could ever be permitted to date their leader’s daughter.

‘I have had several. No strings attached,’ he added.

He held his breath as he waited for her to reply. Five minutes. He was looking at the screen for five fucking minutes before he received her reply.

‘That’s fine. I don’t mind,’ was the answer.

‘Don’t mind what?’ he asked. He had to be sure they are on the same page.

‘I said I don’t mind if you have had several partners, or continue to have in the present time,**),’ was her reply.

‘Why should you even care in the first place?’ he asked.

Fuck. She can’t be serious. He will accept it if she suddenly denies it.

‘I also want to be one of them,’ she answered.

‘One of what?!’ his eyes went through the same message once, twice, he reread her message over and over just to be sure there was no mistake.

‘One of your partners. Sex partners to be exact,’ she replied.

He read the words over and over as if the interpretation of her simple words could be wrong. When he didn’t reply he received another message.

‘Are you still there?’ she asked.

‘Still here,’ was his curt reply to her email.

‘Then why aren’t you replying? Are you against it? You can’t possibly be thinking about rejecting me, are you?’ the lady must really be out of her mind.

‘If I do, will you stop this nonsense?’ he stopped smoking and put down his cigarette on the ashtray.

‘No. I’ll just go look for another partner to do it with. Maybe from here, maybe outside. I just really want to experience how it is,’ she justified.

‘Experience what? Sex?! At your young age?! And what do you think of your father?’ he felt all his blood rise on his head as he read the words.

He couldn’t, wouldn’t let anyone else touch her. To think that she was thinking about it drove him wild.

Fuck. He will kill every mother fucker she ever considered sleeping with. He clenched his fist as he felt a rage he had never felt before.

‘Calm down, okay. Look here. It’s a take-it-or-leave-it offer. I am beautiful, and young, and on top of that I am still a virgin. I just want to have some fun. If you don’t want to provide it I will have to go look elsewhere,’ was her sassy retort.

‘I never thought the leader’s daughter was such a whore,’ he replied, his anger seething through him.

‘Fine. Call me whatever. This is my final question to you. Do you want to take my offer or not?’ he felt confused reading it.

As if his life depended on it he sent a reply faster than he normally would, ‘I will do it. In one condition. Don’t look for others.’

‘Deal. I have no intention of looking for more than one partner anyway. I just needed one person to teach me and let me experience this kind of pleasure. Thank you so much for accepting my proposal,’ she sent it just as fast.

‘Why not wait until you are married?’ he asked. He couldn’t help it. This doesn’t make sense to him.

‘I don’t want to wait,’ was her reply.

He didn’t ask for more details but he got another email from her asking him to download another app. He read it and understood it was through an android phone.

He sighed and replied he will download it tomorrow. She gave him her username which is not much different from her email.

He smiled reading her username, queenie. He does like that nickname of hers. He pressed his hand on his cheek again as if he can still feel the heat from her lips.

.....

He didn’t feel like he had any choice in this matter. The alternative is he will have to kill and torture in the worse way possible anyone who dares to accept her invitation.

He closed the laptop and realized he had to buy a new phone just to download the app she wanted.

He has never changed his phone no matter how old the model is compared to now.

It is because it held a sentimental value to him. It was the first thing he ever bought for himself using the money he has earned.

But now that she entered the picture he couldn’t even find any justification not to throw his old phone away in the trash.

He halted his thoughts when a question lingered in his mind, what else will he be willing to give up for her in the future?

Their affair has not even started yet. And it seems like the little miss already had him wrapped around her fingers.