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“You both belong to me now.”Hisquiet assertion is all that’s needed. We both know it’s true.
She’s still not awakenedby the time I take her to the room where she’ll learn how to be a good, dutiful wife to me.
“You must harden yourself. You are weak where she is concerned,”Hewarns as I lay her down on the bed made special for her.
“I already have,” I hiss, not in the mood forHisfucking admonishments. I’m in full control. I long since realizedHeis not the one in control. I am. Only allowingHimto come out to play because for a while thereHewas all I had before her, then after her betrayal.Hedeserves a reward, but I will never allowHimfree rein again. This timeHecould kill her.He’sbeen jealous of Taylor from the start. Hated the influence she had over me. For a while he’d been pushed so far back and not in the deadened way medication makes me feel. No, with herHewas just asleep. The ways she spoke to my soul filled in the ragged, jagged places. Then she left me, betraying me in the process. Now she will pay.
I watch her for long moments as she sleeps off the chloroform and the fright causing a panic attack. Like many times before, she’s blissfully unaware of me watching over her. She sleeps like an angel, deep with no sins marring her beauty with frowns. Her curly hair spreads out on the pillow behindher in a thick, kinky mass. Her dark skin shines in the darkness cast blue under the moonlight, shining down from the glass ceiling that flows into a wall of windows. The room under brighter luminesce is her favorite royal purple, but in my way, monochromatic. I find too many color variations stressful. I don’t expect her to appreciate my efforts, at least not right away.
“Mmm,” a soft moan slips from her plump lips. Her breasts rise and fall under the black wrap dress she’s wearing that’s hugging each of her bountiful curves and gets my attention. I’m salivating to touch them, to slide my dick between those plump mounds.
“Fuck,” muttering, I pull myself away from the temptation that is my treacherous little bitch. Heading into the bathroom, I start the bath. Take out the soap. I don’t trust myself around her.
I’m still not quite sure of what I want to do with her. Fuck her? Definitely. Choke her? Already got all the various devices to implement that particular torment.Kill her. Kill her. Kill her.I know the thought is not my own, just as I knowhewill have no peace untilHeeradicatesHiscompetition.
“We play first.” Taking great care, I add her scents I purchased months ago from her cousin Crimson’s apothecary. I’ve made it my business to become acquainted with every Love. There are hundreds of them. Undaunted, I’ve made a complete family tree. None have gone beyond my notice. She will have nowhere to run, no succor, no solace. She is mine to torment. My vengeance screams for her body, her blood, hell, her very soul. I will not be appeased by anything less. He won’t. Her face is only the beginning.
Going back into the darkened room, I unknot the belt holding her dress closed. I slip it from her body. I take her bra and ease down her shapewear. Her soft belly pops free with a carefree jiggle and it takes everything in me not to bury my facethere. “You won’t be needing this anymore. I’ll make sure to burn it,” I mutter to myself.
She’s all softness when I sweep her into my arms and stride into the bathroom. Vanilla-rose permeates the air. She’s buried her head in the crook of my throat. Soft puffs of her breath tickle me as I test the water with the tips of my fingers. Shifting, I put her in the bath.
“Ah.” She wakes with a start. Her eyes are round, big and luminous like those of a cartoon kitten, deceptively innocent. Her pupils, still dilated, expand a mere fraction.
“Hisashi?” My name is a high squeak. She squeezes back against the back of the bathtub to cover herself in a pointless attempt to hide herself from me.
“One and the same,” I tell her, scooting to the opposite side of the tub, so I can more fully enjoy the view. The bubbles covering her are white iridescence against her lovely brown skin. One knee is bent slightly to spring out to escape, or another attempt to hide from me. I can’t tell, nor do I care. There will be no escaping or hiding, she will find that out soon enough.
“W-where am I?” She looks around frantically, taking in the lavender marble floor, the glass ceiling, the full wall of windows just beyond where she sits ensconced in vanilla-rose.
“Our home, wife.” Angling more toward her, I take my time rolling up my sleeves. She watches me in silence. I let it drop between us like a veil of mystery. I don’t owe her anything anymore, but my wrath and vengeance are so sweet my body quakes even in this moment to mete it out. “She never deserved you,”Hewhispers with insidious seduction.
“Hai,” I say, drawing her attention. “You will remain here for the time being,” I have to add to cover my slip. I don’t need her screaming and having a breakdown on me because of myMonster. Oh, I fully expect them to meet, but it will be on my terms, nothisor hers.
“Where is here? Wait.” She raises a bubbly hand. “It doesn’t matter. I have an entire life I need to get back to. My writing…” Her words come to an abrupt stop when I move. Pushing her to sit up fully, I start moving the sponge in gentle circles on her shoulders and back.
A smothered gasp escapes her lips as I smooth the sudsy, soft mesh over her breasts, taking my time with her gorgeous nipples. The tips harden, making me bite back a groan. She fucking slays me.
Moving lower, I cover her tummy, skipping her center, moving down to both thighs and feet. Dropping the sponge, I plunge my hand into the water.
“Hisashi, no.” Her hands are shaking wanting to stop me.
“Your eczema is too bad for you to be in here too long. The more you fight this losing battle, the worse the effects will be on your skin. Should your skin become inflamed, I will have no choice but to add the results of this misbehavior to your already extensive punishments.”
As soon as her hands fall away, my hand finds her soft pussy. I use my fingers to clean her. Diving my other hand in, I clean her other hole. She gasps and I have to bite back a groan when I meet the resistance of both her pussy and her ass.
“Good girl.” Rising as I praise her, my heart hammering double time, I take a long plush bath sheet and hold it out for her.
I help her stand on wobbly legs.
Taking my time, I take the thick creamy vanilla-rose lotion she loves so much, smoothing it on her thick curves. Getting down on my hunches, my face is level with the soft thatch of curls hiding her fat, pretty pussy. Her clit barely peeks through. Lust fills me as I inhale the musk of her and the vanilla-rose.
She holds herself so still. You’d think she was under threat of my fists. I’d never hit her. Hurt her? Only when she wantedme to. Later, I acknowledge I’m not sure what happened when I released the monster.
“Fuck her,”Hegrowls, chomping at the bit.Hecan’t wait forhistaste.
“Brush your teeth,” I snap, striding from the room.
“Get in the bed,” I say when she comes in, not bothering or trusting myself to turn from the window and the view of my Japanese garden and get any closer.
