His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere

160 v. Perfection

She worriedly glanced at her sleeping captor. She has used the laptop over time.

She quite enjoyed the peace before the storm. She loves that part of the story when everything is still so sweet and pure.

She hurriedly closed the laptop and placed it in the cabinet. She tiptoed towards the bed.

She is fortunate enough that he is still soundly asleep. Maybe they overdid it last night. For some reason, he has not woken up yet.

She wanted to close her eyes and pretend to be sleeping but she couldn’t help but stare. He really is handsome.

All masculine and male with no ounce of fat. Even while he is sleeping he still gives off that dominating aura.

It is like a second nature to him. One that goes beyond his towering figure and intimidating gaze.

She somehow always felt the need to submit. To his authority. To his guidance and protection.

She knew it is weird for her to have these feelings. Maybe it is because he has always been on her mind ever since she can remember.

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She couldn’t help but reach out to him, caressing his cheek gently. Even his face is manly, the stubbles on his chin making her feel ticklish.

She removed her hand when he shifted. Her eyes thumped faster as his golden eyes stared right through her.

“Good morning, queenie,” his deep voice greeted her.

She blushed when he took her hand and kissed her palm, “It is good to wake up to your touch.”

“I- I wasn’t touching,” she mumbled.

“What were you doing then my love? Care to explain your little invasion of my space?” he grinned.

“I was just trying to kill a mosquito. Though it is gone now. It flew away before I can do anything about it,” she lied, blushing profusely.

He laughed at hearing her pathetic excuse, “I will give you points for that. I did not expect that. In fact, I have not heard of something like that before.”

“You- you shouldn’t laugh at me! I am saying the truth!” she felt more embarrassed.

How much more humiliating can this be? She wondered as he continued to laugh at her words.

“Fine, don’t believe me if you do not want to! That’s the last time I’ll do something like that anyway,” she pouted.

As if she said something that needed his immediate attention, he grabbed her by her shoulders and went on top of her, “Don’t you say something like that again.”

“What do you mean? What not to say?” she panicked at his desperate action of trapping her under him.

“Don’t say you will never touch me willingly again while I’m asleep. I love waking up to your touch, my queen,” he said sincerely, making her blush.

“You are so weird,” she complained though her heart was pounding heavily against her chest.

“It is true. I am truly weird. It is unusual in current society standards for someone to be as they call head over heels in love. It is even more of a rare occurrence when the guy is the one who willingly wraps himself in a woman’s slender fingers,” he said sincerely, as if he had analyzed things truly in reaching his assumptions.

She blushed, “Love?” she couldn’t help but focus on that word.

She is still so unused to hearing it so often, especially from someone of the opposite gender. She wasn’t a looker nor did she have any qualities that are beyond ordinary to captivate anyone, especially this kind of man.

“You don’t believe me, so it is useless repeating it. What I am trying to say is please be comfortable in touching me. I do not mind waking up like this. I have never been happier than when you show me even a bit of your affections,” his baritone voice made her poor heart tremble.

Damn this guy! He has successfully trapped her in his spell of sorts. Or worse... she may be so captivated she won’t be able to know the difference between sorcery and her real feelings.

“I don’t want to be used to this scene myself,” she turned away from him.

“Why so? Why don’t you want to wake up with me like this? I already told you what it meant to me and how happy it made me feel,” he caressed her cheek again, and pressed on her chin, forcing her eyes onto his.

“Because feelings are fleeting. No emotion lasts forever. Especially between strangers who share neither past nor a future. A relation based on forced kinship, how can that last?” she pointed out.

She almost regretted it as a shadow fell over his eyes. She didn’t want to bring up negative emotions so early in the day.

But she didn’t want to pretend as well. She didn’t want him to feel that her will to be free again has dissolved.

A cage no matter how much it is bejeweled or covered in gold is still nothing more but a place to trap its prisoner.

She didn’t want this kind of relationship with him. She felt like if only he could trust her, surely there is a chance she will return to his side.

She knew it to be a possibility because even looking at him hurting like this is also piercing her heart. Why does he never listen to what she wanted?

All she wanted is to be given back her freedom. It was something as simple as that. She wanted to have the liberty to choose for herself whether to stay by his side or not.

“What do you want then?” his voice was harsh now, almost angry.

She kept her mouth close. She knew he hated hearing anything about her even taking a step away from him.

She has come to learn of his obsession. But maybe the possibility exists that her understanding of it will never reveal the depths of his real desires.

It scares her even more to even think about it. What if he is capable of more than what he has shown her so far?

More than kidnapping her or killing people, claiming those things were for her sake. What else is he willing to do just to keep her within his reach?

“I will not say it because you will not grant it anyway,” she pointed out.

“If it is that wretched idea of yours again. Take that off your mind. You will never be free from me. Not even in death will I allow us to be separated,” he whispered lovingly in her ears.

It makes her fear the workings of her own mind, for her to interpret this as loving is beyond her. But her silly mind has made that illusion for her.

An illusion that her captor loves her. An illusion that he cares about her most of all. She didn’t know when that notion even started to exist.

But she find herself questioning her sanity as she felt a bit of pleasure from the words he has spoken. It is not what she wanted but her mind and her body want him.

So when he claimed her lips with the utmost intention of punishing her, she opened them freely. She welcomed his tongue as he explored the insides of her mouth.

And when he ripped off her lingerie, she arched her back for him even before his tongue touched her bosoms.

She cried when he began to suck on her tender buds, loving the feel of his teeth as he tugged on her nipples.

“Beautiful. You are so beautiful to me my queen. Do you understand that? My motive for you is simple. I want to keep you beside me for all eternity. You are everything to me, queenie. I will never stop chasing after you until you understand that you are mine,” he whispered in her ears with longing in his voice.

“Don’t you trust that I could naturally fall in love with you?” she asked, feeling her chest constrict just from hearing his words.

“I don’t trust the world to keep us together when it has kept us apart for so long. I have waited so long for you, my love,” he kissed her forehead, once again melting the shields she has put up.

“So, do you want to have breakfast?” he asked, grinning.

“Only if it’s real breakfast and not some of your dirty way to get to bite me all over,” she said, conceding their fight.

It’s just for today. Since he wouldn’t listen. Just for today. She justified again.

He laughed, making her feel shy, “It is of course real breakfast, my love. I can’t believe you have become so lascivious over a short time.”

“Shouldn’t you blame yourself for that?” she pouted as she stared into the eyes of his that pulled her in.

There was something about his eyes and voice that made her feel like she couldn’t really stay mad with him for very long.

Has he used that charms before to woo another? She couldn’t help but wonder about that when faced with its efficacy.

“Aye, of course, there is no one else to blame but me,” he kissed her cheek and flashed her an innocent smile.

“Get out of my way then, I’ll go fix us some breakfast,” she pushed him but he wouldn’t budge.

“Wait a bit, I just want a little taste of the chef who will prepare the food,” he said, making her cheeks flush as he grinned.

She knew she shouldn’t trust that beautiful face of his. But she couldn’t help melting with every little sweet thing he does for her.

And in moments like this, she felt really happy. As if just staying by his side like this is simply perfection by itself.