My Beautiful Monster

HISASHI my ass, and pussy open to his mercy. He licks and laves from pussy to crevice making to leave my bottom hole saturated.

“Ohmygoodness, Hisashi,” I pant succumbing to the bliss he’s bestowing upon my body.

Again I shatter coming against his tongue.

Tasting me arouses him as always because no sooner than I come done from my climax is he folding my bound form and sliding his big dick into me.

“Ahh,” the words are trapped in my chest. It feels like that is where he now resides.

“So fucking tight, pretty wife.” He drives into me again and again. My body is bowed and open to him.

His thumb presses into by bottom making me whimper. I’m not sure if it’s from need or fear of him breaking me.

“You can take it pretty girl,” he whispers, encouraging me to accept him. “Show me how brave you can be.” He easing in keeping rhythm with his thrusting hips. “Let me give you this. Breathe through that shit.’

Inhaling, I take him. His dick gets even hard. “Fuck yeah.” He fucks me with a meanness. His thumb is doing a masterwork in my ass.

I can’t even form words.

My toes curl.

“Such a good fucking wife.” He takes me with in ruthlessness unhinged pace. Feeling a tremble in the hand holding me steady I look over my should and see the moment, he loses the battle against his Monster-Guardian.

A wild smile blasts across his beast face. A heavy hand smacks my ass.

“Fucck yes,” it’s been so long Tay-chan. Too long.” Relentlessness gives way to smooth languorous strokes.

“Hisashi,” I cry knowing it’s not him but my body could give a fuck. She loves what the Monster who insisted for years that my husband kill me is doing to her. He takes me like a maestro on the a Stradivarius.

My thighs tremble every time he slams home. He’s nothing if not methodical. Every time our flesh meets my teeth click. Steady and strong he fucks me like I owe him blood debt. Perhaps to this identity I do. He could’ve killed me many times over but He learned to love me as much as my husband does.

“Ahh, Tay-chan,” He tsks, hand moving to my throat his movements intensify. “You know very well who is loving you now.” With a strong surge he makes me feel every long inch of him. His hips twists and dip. He plows, pulls plunges making my body shuddering with sensation after diabolical sensation.

I do but I don’t dare say.

“Hisashi is the student. I am ever the teacher. I’m the master of the depravity he visits on you.” Twisting long fingers in my hair. His thumb plunges in my bottom with sinister delight as he pile drives into me again and again making me shatter.

“That’s it. That’s it. kimochi ii” he groans as my muscles quake and shatter around his dick.

I can’t deny his words. It does feel so good.

“He’ll be mad if he isn’t the one to come. It’s been a pleasure.” Heavy thrusts continue.

The switch is head spinning. Hard hands grip me and I know without looking that my husband is back in control of his mind.

“Did you like that little dove?” Both hands snatch me high on my knees as his takes me in long upward surges.

“I saw how you came for him.” He bites my lobe hard. I clench against the heavy surges of his dick plundering me. No mercy is given as he pinches my nipples making me clench and cream on his hard driving dick.

“You are MINE.” My husband yells, fucking me with madness. My breath ceases when he cuts off my air fucking me with vicious intention. I take him without protest. I did come. Feeling like I need to make amends. I plead and praise him equal measure.

“Baby, I love you. Only you. You’re so good. Only you.” Tears slip down. Bending forward mid thrust. “Fuck that. Fuck me like you did him. Come for me, little slut.” Vicious swat to myself pussy follow.

Unable to squirm, twist or turn spayed open as I am. I can do nothing but take his tormenting pleasure.

I shatter on him. He comes so hard, its abundance spills down my legs.

Heaving he falls to the bed. The jute cuts into my tender skin but I can’t be bothered to protest.

My body feels like liquid mercury as I melt into my husband’s hard body.

After long moments holding me he cuts me free of the rope.

Quiet as kept I let him hold me hoping he lets it go knowing he won’t. He could never. Hisashi is nothing if not a possessive unhinged motherfucker to his core.

He was my first and only. Even when I thought I was dating he made sure no one ever got past the initial stages. I was his from the moment he saw me so his Monster as he likes to refer to his Guardian making love to me is a bridge too far.

“I was bound.” I tell him.

“I know,” he grits out. “He would have stopped if you asked.”

I remain quiet. We both know it’s true. So why didn’t I say anything?

“He’s part of you. If you keep denying him he’s going to break free and take what he feels is his due.” The minute the words are out of my mouth I know the mistake I’ve made.

I’m flipped on my back. He pushes my legs apart. Sinks into me.

“What fucking part of he’ll stop if you ask don’t you get, little dove?” Pressing his head against mine he slow rolls his hips. My breath catches.

I feel his dick slide through my depths. My muscles clench around him.

Our gazes snag.

“If you want to be shared just say that shit.” He takes may lips. Our tongues tangle, battle.

We breathe bliss.