**Disclaimer:** This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Year 2000 – Yen Ni is now 7 months pregnant and I am eagerly waiting for my daughter to be born. Although Yen Ni and me are married but our partners are different. We are having affair before Yen Ni got married to Mr. Wong.
Yen Ni’s husband, Mr. Wong, is a very busy man. He runs a successful import-export business, leaving Yen Ni to manage their home and prepare for the baby’s arrival. Meanwhile, my own life has taken a different turn. I was promoted to sales manager and travelled a lot to Malaysia.
I still try my best to meet up with Yen Ni and secretly support her, often bringing back gifts from my business trips to Malaysia. The scent of the tropical orchids I brought back one time filled her eyes with tears, and she clutched them to her chest, whispering a heartfelt ‘Thank you’. Her joy was a poignant reminder of the love we shared, and the guilt of our secret affair weighed heavier on my heart with each passing day.
Seeing her getting pregnant and without me by her side every day was difficult. I had to juggle my work and personal life meticulously to avoid suspicion. But the guilt of our secret grew stronger as Yen Ni’s belly grew larger. Her mood also change drastically as she miss me a lot and suspected me having affair in Malaysia.
One evening, as I was leaving a clandestine meeting with Yen Ni, I bumped into her elder sister, Yen Ling. Her eyes narrowed and I could feel her scrutinizing gaze. She had always been protective of her sister, and I had a feeling she wasn’t fooled by the convenient narratives we had constructed. Yen Ni had confided in her sister about her troubles, and I knew that my involvement couldn’t stay hidden for much longer.
Yen Ling called me aside, her voice tight with accusation. “What have you been doing to my sister?” she demanded. The weight of the secret pressed down on me, making it difficult to breathe. I stumbled over my words, trying to explain without revealing too much. She saw right through my lies, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and concern. “You’re the reason she’s so unhappy, aren’t you?” she accused, her voice rising. “You’re the one she thinks about when she’s supposed to be with her husband!”
I knew I had to come clean, but the words stuck in my throat. The truth would shatter the delicate balance we had maintained for so long. Yen Ling’s gaze bore into me, and I felt as though she could see every lie and every secret I had ever told. “You’re the father of her baby, aren’t you?” she spat out, her voice filled with disgust. The color drained from my face, and I nodded, unable to find the strength to lie anymore. The silence that followed was heavy, filled with the unspoken consequences of our actions.
Yen Ling, 26 years old and taller than her sister by a few inches, had a figure that was more robust, more substantial than Yen Ni’s. Her eyes, though sharing the same almond shape, were harder, more sharply defined by her fuller cheeks. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, emphasizing the sternness of her expression. Her hands, usually gentle and warm, were balled into fists at her sides, and her stance was one of a lioness protecting her pride. She had always been the more outspoken and fiery of the two sisters, and now that fiery spirit was directed solely at me.
Her breasts, larger and more pronounced than Yen Ni’s, heaved with each furious breath she took. Her chest, rising and falling with the intensity of her accusations, was a stark contrast to the serene maternal glow that had settled on her sister. The room felt like it was closing in around us as she stepped closer, her eyes never leaving mine. “You know what you’ve done, don’t you?” she whispered, her voice low and deadly. “You’ve destroyed her life.”
The comparison between the sisters was unavoidable, and yet it was not one of beauty but of the choices they had made. Yen Ni’s pregnancy had softened her, rounded her out in a way that made her seem more fragile, more vulnerable. Yen Ling’s body, on the other hand, was a testament to her strength, her larger frame seemingly designed to withstand the storms of life. Her ass, firmer and more shapely than Yen Ni’s, swayed with the force of her anger as she paced the small room. The tension was palpable, thick enough to cut with a knife, as she waited for me to say something, anything, that would justify my betrayal.
But no words came. I was mired in the guilt and the fear of what was to come. The quiet grew louder, the air thicker with each passing second. Yen Ling’s chest, which had been a symbol of her sister’s maternal bond, now stood as a stark reminder of the familial trust I had shattered. Her eyes, once soft and kind, were now as cold as ice chips, and I knew that she would not rest until she had made sure her sister was safe from the pain I had brought into their lives. The room, once filled with the sweet anticipation of a new life, was now a battleground where the truth of our affair had been laid bare.
Finally, I found my voice, hoarse and trembling. “If you tell anyone, I’ll make sure you regret it,” I threatened, desperation seeping into every syllable. “Our parents will disown her, and the baby will grow up knowing nothing but scandal and heartache.” It was a low blow, one that I knew would hit home, but I was backed into a corner and willing to do anything to protect the fragile world we had built.
Yen Ling’s eyes narrowed even further, and she took a step back, her fists unclenching slightly. The air was electric with the unspoken challenge. “You think you can threaten me?” she hissed, her voice as sharp as a serpent’s fang. “You’re the one who should be afraid. You’ve played with fire, and now you’re going to get burned.” Her words echoed in the room, and for a moment, it felt like the walls themselves were closing in on me, whispering the inevitability of our downfall.
But she was wrong. I had never felt more in control, more certain of what I had to do to protect what was mine. “If you say anything, I’ll make sure everyone knows the truth,” I countered, my voice as hard as the steel that ran through my veins. “They’ll know it was your sister who threw herself at me, who couldn’t keep her own marriage vows.” It was a risk, one that could backfire spectacularly, but in that moment, I was willing to gamble everything to keep my secret, to keep the life I had built.
The silence that followed was a standoff, our eyes locked in a battle of wills. The clock ticked away, the only sound in the room, as we both contemplated the lives we had built, the lies we had told, and the truths we had hidden. Yen Ling’s chest rose and fell, the fire in her eyes dimming to a smolder. I could see the war raging within her, the love for her sister battling the need for justice and truth. And then, with a final, defiant look, she turned and left the room, the door slamming shut behind her with a finality that seemed to shake the very foundation of the house. The echo of her footsteps grew fainter, and I was left alone, the weight of my words and actions pressing down on me like a heavy shroud.
Days passed, and the anticipation of Yen Ni’s due date grew closer. I threw myself into work, avoiding any and all thoughts of the looming confrontation. But it was inevitable. One evening, as I sat in the quiet of my office, my phone buzzed with a message from Yen Ling. Her words were simple, yet carried the gravity of a thousand accusations: “We need to talk.” My heart raced as I read and reread the message, the reality of our situation crashing down around me like a waterfall. I knew that I couldn’t avoid her forever, so I swiped my thumb across the screen and agreed to meet her.
The drive to her house was torturous. Every red light felt like an eternity, every car that honked a personal affront. When I finally pulled up to the curb, the house loomed before me like a fortress of judgment. The lights were on, casting a warm glow onto the otherwise cold and unforgiving night. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car, my legs feeling like they were made of lead. The door opened before I could even knock, and there she was, standing in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest, her eyes ablaze with a fiery determination.
“You have a lot of nerve,” she spat as I stepped into the foyer. The scent of jasmine incense filled the air, a stark contrast to the tension that hung between us. She led me into the living room, the same room where we had shared so many laughs and secrets. Now, it was a battleground, the couch a dividing line between us.
Yen Ling’s eyes bore into me as she spoke, her voice laced with accusation. “How could you do this to her? To our family?” The fiery determination in her gaze didn’t waver, and I felt my own resolve start to crumble. “You’re supposed to be the one she can count on, and instead, you’re the one who’s betrayed her the most.”
“It’s not like that,” I protested weakly, my voice echoing in the stark silence of the room. “We love each other, Yen Ling. You can’t deny that.” But even as the words left my lips, I knew how hollow they sounded. Love was not an excuse for the pain we had caused.
“Love?” she scoffed, her voice thick with disgust. “Is that what you call it? Sneaking around behind her husband’s back? Leaving her to bear this burden alone?” She gestured to her sister’s swollen belly, and I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. The truth was, I had been selfish, thinking only of my own desires, not the consequences of my actions.
Her voice grew softer, yet no less intense. “Yen Ni is in pain, and it’s all because of you. You’ve taken away her happiness, her dignity. And for what? A few stolen moments of pleasure?” Her words cut deeper than any knife could, each one a reflection of the truth I had been avoiding.
We stood there, the air thick with anger and accusation. The only sound was the ticking of the clock on the mantle, a reminder that time was running out for all of us. I knew I had to fix this, to make it right somehow. But how could I, when the very thing that had brought us together was now tearing us apart?
The room grew hot, my collar feeling like a noose. “What do you want from me?” I finally asked, desperation tinging my voice.
Yen Ling took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the weight of her decision. “I want you to leave her alone,” she said firmly. “You’ve done enough damage. Let her have her marriage, her family. She deserves better than this.”
My heart sank like a stone in my chest. Leave Yen Ni? The thought was unbearable. She was the mother of my child, the woman I had promised to love and cherish, no matter the cost. But as I looked into Yen Ling’s eyes, I knew she was right. We had gone too far, hurt too many people. Yet, the animalistic instinct to claim what was ‘mine’ took over.
“No,” I said through gritted teeth, taking a step closer to her. “I can’t do that. I won’t.”
Yen Ling’s eyes flashed with a mix of anger and fear. “You don’t have a choice,” she said, her voice trembling. “You’ve made your bed, now lie in it.”
But I was beyond reason. The rage and desperation boiled over, and before I knew it, I had her pinned against the wall, my hands around her neck. Her eyes grew wide with terror, and she began to struggle, her nails digging into my arms. I felt a twisted sense of power, a sick satisfaction in her fear. “You’re going to keep your mouth shut,” I hissed, “and you’re going to let me be a part of my child’s life.”
Her legs kicked out wildly, trying to find purchase, but my grip was too strong. Her face grew red, her eyes bulging as she gasped for air. I felt a moment of clarity, a split second where I realized the monster I had become. But it was too late. The beast inside of me had been unleashed, and it was not going to be denied.
With a final, desperate surge of strength, I slammed her down onto the couch, ripping at her clothes. She screamed, her voice raw and filled with pain, but it only fueled my desire. I was going to take what I wanted, what I felt I deserved. The room spun around us as I forced myself on her, the sounds of our struggle a macabre dance of passion and violence.
Her bra gave way with a snap, the fabric tearing like paper beneath my hands. Her breasts spilled out, round and full, a stark contrast to the horror etched on her face. I stared at them, mesmerized by their beauty, the same breasts I had admired countless times before, now a battleground for our twisted love. The sight of them sent a jolt of excitement through me, and I felt a dark thrill at the power I had over her.
Her panties were next, the delicate lace no match for my rage. I tore them away with a savage yank, exposing her to the cold, unforgiving air. Her legs kicked and thrashed, but I was too far gone to care. The scent of her fear and the heady musk of our situation only served to drive me on, the line between love and possession blurring into oblivion.
The fabric tore away, leaving her naked and vulnerable beneath me. Her skin was slick with sweat, her eyes wide with a mix of terror and betrayal. But the monster inside me had no room for remorse. It only knew what it wanted, and it would stop at nothing to get it. As I stared down at her, the reality of what I was doing began to set in, the gravity of the situation threatening to crush me. But it was too late to turn back now. The die had been cast, and our fates were sealed.
Yet, as I moved to claim her, something strange happened. The rage that had fueled me moments before began to ebb away, replaced by a new, insidious emotion. It was a feeling I had never expected to have in this moment, one that had been buried deep within me for years. It was a secret I had never shared with anyone, not even Yen Ni.
“You know,” I whispered into her ear, my voice a dark caress against her trembling skin, “I’ve fantasized about this since we were kids.” Her eyes widened further, her body going still with shock. “You were always the one I wanted, Yen Ling. The one who was never meant to be mine.” The words spilled from my lips, a confession that had been simmering for years. It was a revelation that I had never allowed myself to acknowledge, a taboo desire that had only grown stronger with time.
Her eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of sanity, any shred of the person she had once known. But all she found was the monster that had been unleashed by my own selfishness. “Please,” she choked out, her voice barely above a whisper. “Don’t do this.” But it was as though she was speaking to a stranger, someone who had been consumed by the very darkness that had driven me to this point.
“Although you are more chubby that Yen Ling but you breast and ass are more attractive to me,” I murmured, my breath hot against her neck as I took in the sight of her naked form beneath me. Her body trembled, not just from fear but from the confusion that clouded her mind. “I remember when we were young, and you two used to run around in your swimsuits. How I wished it was me you were chasing.”
Yen Ling’s eyes searched mine, desperation and confusion melding together. “What are you talking about?” she whispered, her voice cracking. But I was too lost in the revelation to care about her distress.
“Every time you looked at me, every time you talked to me, I imagined it was you, not Yen Ni, in my arms,” I continued, my voice low and thick with lust. “You were always the one who truly captured my heart.” My hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves that had haunted my dreams for so long. Her skin was soft, her body warm and yielding. It was a sensation I had craved for what felt like an eternity.
The room grew hazy as the past and present swirled together, a toxic cocktail of desire and deceit. I had always envied the bond she shared with her sister, the way they had each other’s backs through thick and thin. But now, in this twisted moment, it was I who had her backed against the wall, my body poised to claim what I had always desired.
Her eyes searched mine, the anger slowly giving way to a mix of horror and pity. “You’re sick,” she spat, her voice filled with revulsion. “This isn’t love. This is obsession.” But the words barely registered as I leaned in, my mouth finding hers in a brutal kiss that was more a declaration of war than an expression of passion. Her lips were soft, her mouth opening in a gasp as she tried to fight me off. But the beast inside of me was too strong, too hungry for the taste of her.
Yen Ling’s body arched and writhed beneath me as I kissed her, my hands never leaving her breasts. I felt her nipples harden against my palms, a reaction that sent a jolt of pleasure through me. Her struggles grew weaker, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she realized the futility of her fight. I pinched and twisted them, feeling the peaks of her areola tighten in response. It was a dance of pain and pleasure, a macabre ballet that we had never anticipated performing.
Her skin was like velvet beneath my touch, her curves a landscape I had only ever dreamed of exploring. My hands roamed over her body, mapping out every inch of her that I had longed for. Her hips bucked against me, a silent plea for me to stop, but the pressure building inside me was too intense to be denied. The room was a blur of passion and anger, a maelstrom of emotions that had been building for years, waiting for this moment to erupt.
And then, I bit her. My teeth sank into the soft flesh of her nipple, the sound of her scream piercing the air like a shard of glass. It was a mix of pain and pleasure, a declaration of ownership that sent a jolt of electricity through my body. Her nails dug into my back, not in passion but in a desperate attempt to push me away. But the beast inside me was too powerful to be denied.
Her body arched off the couch, her back bowing like a drawn bow as I continued to feast on her. The sweet taste of her skin, the scent of her fear and arousal mingling into a heady aphrodisiac that clouded my judgment. I could feel her nails raking down my back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Yet, even as she fought me, I knew that there was a part of her that was responding, that was giving in to the dark desires we had both harbored for so long.
The scream was guttural, a raw expression of the agony and ecstasy that was coursing through her veins. My mouth moved from one nipple to the other, my teeth and tongue playing a twisted melody on her sensitive flesh. Her breasts were swollen and red, her nipples standing at attention despite the pain I was inflicting. And with each bite, each nip, she grew wetter, her body betraying the horror in her eyes.
My hands slid down her body, my fingers tracing the curves of her waist, the softness of her belly, and finally reaching the heat between her legs. She was wet, so wet, and the knowledge that I was the cause sent a thrill through me that was both terrifying and exhilarating. Her thighs clamped around my hand, trying to keep me out, but I was relentless. I needed to leave my mark, to claim her in the most primal way possible.
I kissed a trail down her neck, my teeth leaving little love bites along the way. Each one was a brand, a testament to the fact that she was mine now. The skin was tender, and she gasped with each touch, her body trembling with the mix of fear and arousal. I moved to her breasts, my teeth grazing the soft mounds before sinking in once again. The sounds of our struggle filled the room, a cacophony of pain and pleasure that seemed to echo through the very walls.
Her tears streamed down her face, her mascara leaving dark streaks on her cheeks. She begged me to stop, her voice hoarse and desperate. “Please,” she choked out, “don’t do this.” But the words fell on deaf ears, lost in the haze of lust and obsession that had taken over. My hands slid down her body, my fingers finding the slick heat between her legs. Her thighs tightened around my hand, trying to keep me out, but I was unyielding.
The room spun around us, a tornado of desire and despair. Her body was a battleground, each touch a declaration of war. I pushed her thighs apart, my fingers slipping easily into her wetness. She was so wet, so ready, despite the horror in her eyes. It was a sweet victory, one that only served to fuel the fire burning within me. Her pleas grew louder, more frantic, but the beast inside me was too far gone to care.
“You want me to stop?” I shouted at Yen Ling, the sound of my own voice echoing through the room. “You want me to walk away after everything we’ve shared?” The rage in my eyes was mirrored in hers, the anger and fear a potent cocktail that only served to excite me further. I slammed my hand down onto the couch cushion beside her head, the force making her body jump. “You’re the one who brought this on yourself, Yen Ling. You and your sister, playing your games, leading me on like this… You can’t blame me for taking what I want!”
“Now you have to make me happy or I will continue to do what I wanted to do” I said to Yen Ling, a smug smile playing on my lips. Her eyes searched mine for any sign of the person she had once known, but all she found was the monster that had been unleashed by my own obsession.
Her voice was a trembling whisper, “What do you want from me?” she asked, her eyes never leaving mine. The question hung in the air, a silent scream of desperation that seemed to echo through the very walls of the house.
For a moment, I was lost in the depths of her gaze, the years of unspoken desire and frustration bubbling to the surface. But the beast inside me had no time for sweet nothings. “I want you,” I growled, my hand reaching down to cup her sex, feeling the heat and wetness that seemed to confirm the truth of my words. “I want to claim you, to make you mine in every way possible.”
Yen Ling’s eyes widened, a mix of fear and something else, something that looked suspiciously like a spark of excitement. “But…but you’re with Yen Ni,” she stuttered, her voice a pathetic attempt to reason with the creature that had taken over my body.
“Yen Ni is just a means to an end,” I said, my voice cold and calculating. “You’re the one I’ve always wanted. And now, I’m going to have you.”
My hand slid between her legs, her wetness coating my fingers as I began to stroke her clit. She gasped, her body betraying her even as she tried to push me away. “No,” she whispered, but the word was lost in the whirlwind of passion that was consuming us.
Her hips bucked against my hand, her body responding despite her protests. I leaned in, my mouth finding her ear as I whispered dark promises of pleasure and pain, of a future where she would be mine and only mine. “You’re going to love it,” I murmured, my teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck. “You’re going to love being claimed by me.”
Yen Ling’s breath hitched, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to resist the sensations flooding through her. But it was no use. The beast had her in its grasp, and there was no escape. Her body arched upwards, her legs spreading wider as I continued to work my magic.
“Look at me,” I demanded, my voice a low growl. She opened her eyes, the pupils dilated with lust and terror. “Look at me and tell me you don’t want this.”
Her voice was a mere breath, “I don’t want this,” she said, but the words were a lie. Her body was singing a different tune, her hips grinding against my hand as she sought relief from the torment I was inflicting.
“Ok. I might let you go if you behave like a good girl and listen to all my instructions? Can you do that for me? I asked with a smirk playing on my lips.
Yen Ling’s eyes searched mine for any sign of humanity, but all she found was the monster that had taken over. She nodded, her body trembling with a mix of fear and something else I couldn’t quite place.
I passed her back her black lingerie and asked her to wear them back in front of me, a twisted way of asserting my dominance in the situation. Yen Ling’s hands trembled as she picked up the shredded pieces of her dignity, her eyes never leaving mine. She began to put on her bra, the fabric slipping over her bruised and bitten breasts with a sense of defeat. Each hook clicked into place with the finality of a jail cell locking shut, trapping her in a prison of my making.
Her trembling fingers fumbled with the delicate lace of her panties, the fabric clinging to her wetness as she struggled to cover herself. The sight of her trying to maintain some semblance of dignity in the wake of my savagery only served to stoke the fire of my desire. Her body was a canvas of red marks and bruises, a map of the violence that had just occurred between us. Yet, as she dressed, there was a newfound strength in her eyes, a spark that hinted at a resilience that had been hidden beneath her fear.
Once she was covered, she stood before me, her posture straight despite the tremble in her legs. The lingerie clung to her curves, a stark reminder of the intimate battle that had just taken place. Her eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of regret or remorse, but all she found was a hunger that had yet to be sated.
“Now,” I said, my voice still thick with lust, “we’re going to play a little game.” The smirk on my face was one of a victor claiming his prize. “You’re going to do everything I say, without question, without hesitation. And if you do, I might just let you leave here with your secret intact.”
Yen Ling’s chin lifted, a hint of defiance shining through her tears. “What kind of game?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
“A game of obedience,” I said, the words rolling off my tongue like a dark promise. “You’re going to show me just how much you want to protect your sister. How much you’re willing to give to keep this between us.”
“Tell me how many sex partners you have till now? I asked, eager to see the reaction in her eyes.
Yen Ling’s eyes narrowed, the question hitting a nerve. She hesitated for a moment, the silence stretching like a tightrope between us. “Why does that matter?” she finally spat out.
“See, you are disobedient again. Now come your punishment.” I shouted and tear away her bra from her body with a quick snatch, her breasts bouncing back in protest. Her eyes widened with shock and fear as she realized the gravity of the situation.
With a predatory gaze, I lowered my head and took her right nipple into my mouth, sucking hard. She screamed out in pain, her body jolting as the intensity of the sensation overwhelmed her. Her hands flew to my head, not to push me away but to hold on, as if bracing for the storm that was to come. I felt a twisted sense of satisfaction as she struggled to find the words to protest, her voice reduced to a hoarse whisper.
My tongue flicked and teased the sensitive flesh, the taste of her fear mixing with the sweetness of her skin. Her nails dug into my scalp, but I didn’t relent. I wanted to hear her scream, to know that she was mine, that she felt the depth of my obsession. Her cries grew louder, her breath coming in ragged gasps as I continued my relentless assault. The room was a symphony of pain and pleasure, the air thick with the scent of our desire and the stench of our betrayal.
I stopped and asked again, “How many sex partners do you have from 15 years when you started to have boyfriends? Don’t lied to me.” I knew the truth could be a powerful weapon in this twisted game of mine.
Her eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of mercy, but she found none. With a defeated sigh, she whispered, “Five.” The number seemed to hang in the air, a silent confession that only served to fuel my obsession.
“Good,” I said, releasing her nipple with a pop. “Now, for every lie you tell me, I’ll take something from you. Something you won’t get back.” I stepped away, giving her space to breathe, to think about the gravity of her situation. “Now, tell me the truth. How many?”
Yen Ling’s body trembled, her eyes downcast. “Eleven,” she murmured, the words barely audible. The confession seemed to weigh on her, a burden she had carried for too long.
“Eleven,” I repeated, the number rolling off my tongue like a sweet victory. “Very well. Now, let’s move on to the next part of our little game.”
I gestured to the chair across from us, a silent command for her to sit. She complied, her legs shaking as she lowered herself onto the cushion. “Take off your panties,” I ordered, my voice cold and unforgiving.
“That for not being honest with me, take off you panty and pass it to me.”
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and she paused for a moment, the weight of her humiliation heavy on her shoulders. With trembling hands, she slid her panties down her legs, her eyes never leaving the floor. The fabric pooled around her ankles, a dark reminder of the control I had over her. She stepped out of them, her bare feet cold against the tiles as she handed them to me.
I took the panty from her, the warmth of her body still clinging to the fabric. I brought it to my nose, inhaling deeply. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, a potent reminder of the power I held. Her eyes met mine, a mix of anger and embarrassment that only served to fuel my desire. “Good girl,” I murmured as I began to lick the panty, savoring the taste of her fear and desire.
Her eyes grew wide with horror as she watched me, her cheeks flaming red. “What are you doing?” she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming.
“Your pussy smell and taste sweet. I love it.” I said with a smirk, dropping the panty to the floor. “So you have 11 sex partners. You are naughty and not as stern and conservative as everyone think. How dare you judge me?”
Yen Ling looked up at me, her eyes burning with a mix of anger and shame. “This isn’t about me,” she spat. “This is about what you’re doing to us, to our family.”
“Anyone of you sex partner married?” I asked again, enjoying the way her eyes narrowed with every question, the way she squirmed in her seat. Her silence was answer enough.
“That is what I meant, don’t judge others when you are the same.” I said and asked her to remove my pants and underwear, my erection was already visible. She looked at me with a mix of anger and disgust but the fear of what I could do to her and her sister made her follow my command. Her trembling hands touched my waist and she unbuckled my belt, her eyes never leaving mine.
Her touch was cold, but it sent a jolt of electricity through me as she pulled down my pants and underwear. My cock sprang free, hard and demanding. She took a step back, her eyes widening at the sight of my cock.
I have what most woman call a monster cock. As an Asian, I have and 10 inches long cock and 6cm thick. Although now not fully erected but to Yen Ling, it was like a third leg. She stared at it for a moment, her eyes widening with fear and fascination. “Now,” I said, my voice a dark whisper, “you’re going to tell me all about your sex partners, starting with the first one.”
Her eyes darted to the side, avoiding my gaze as she took a deep breath. “His name was Mark,” she began, her voice shaky. “We were both 15, and it was in the backseat of his car.” The words came out in a rush, as if she was trying to purge herself of the memories. “It was awkward and painful. He didn’t know what he was doing, and neither did I.”
“Tell me more,” I urged, my hand stroking my cock, watching the way her eyes followed the movement. “What did he do to you?”
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she continued, the words spilling out like a confession. “He was so nervous, he couldn’t even get it in at first. He kept trying, pushing and prodding until it finally hurt. And then…he just started moving. It was fast and clumsy, and I didn’t know what to do.” Her voice grew softer, the memory of her first time a painful reminder of her innocence lost. “I bled a little, and he was so surprised. He stopped and held me, and we just sat there, both of us not knowing what to say.”
“How many times did you have sex with him?” I prodded, enjoying the way she squirmed under my scrutiny.
“Five times,” she murmured. “It got better, but it was never good.”
“And your second partner?” I demanded, eager to hear the sordid details of her past.
Yen Ling took a deep breath, her eyes glazed over as she was transported back to a time she had hoped to keep buried. “His name was Alex. We were together for a year in college. He was more experienced, more gentle.” She paused, her voice trailing off as she remembered the softness of his touch. “He liked to kiss me all over, to make me feel wanted.”
Her hand hovered over her thighs as she remembered the first time with Alex. “He kissed me so tenderly, took his time to explore every inch of my body. He was the first one who made me feel like it was more than just a physical act.”
Her voice grew softer, the words coming more easily as she described the way Alex had worshipped her body. “He would kiss me, suck on my breasts, his tongue teasing my nipples until they were hard. And then, when he finally entered me, it was slow, so slow. He filled me up, inch by inch, making sure I was ready for him.”
The room grew quiet, the only sound the ragged breaths of two people bound by a web of deceit and desire. “What else did he do?” I asked, my voice thick with anticipation.
Yen Ling’s hand slid down to her pussy, her fingers tracing the outline of her pussy beneath her skirt. “He liked to go down on me,” she confessed, her cheeks burning with the admission. “He would lick and suck, his tongue dancing inside me until I couldn’t take it anymore. It was the first time I had an orgasm.”
Her eyes grew distant, lost in the memories of passionate nights spent with Alex. “He knew how to make me feel alive, to make me scream. He would push my legs back, my ass in the air, and fuck me deep. He’d whisper sweet nothings in my ear, tell me how much he loved me, how much he needed me.”
Yen Ling’s hand paused on her pussy “He was gentle, but he had a wild side too. He liked to tie me up, to have me at his mercy.” She swallowed hard, her eyes flicking to the floor. “It was… exciting, to be so vulnerable, to trust someone that much.”
Her voice grew softer, a tremor of arousal in her tone. “He’d kiss me everywhere, his mouth exploring every inch of my skin. And when he was ready, he’d slide inside me, filling me up until I couldn’t breathe. He’d pound into me, his hands gripping my hips so hard it left bruises.” She took a shaky breath, her chest rising and falling with the remembered ecstasy. “But he’d always make sure I came first. He’d kiss my neck, bite my ear, whisper dirty things that made me wetter. And when I finally came, it was like nothing I’d ever felt before.”
Her cheeks were aflame, her eyes glazed over with the intensity of the memories. “He was the one who taught me to enjoy it,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “To embrace the power of my own pleasure.”
The air was thick with tension, the room a pressure cooker of unspoken desires and dark secrets. The narrator leaned forward, eager for more. “And your third partner?” he prompted, his voice a serrated edge.
Yen Ling took a deep breath, her eyes snapping back to the present. “His name was Daniel,” she said, the name leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. “He was a mistake.” The words were clipped, her jaw clenched tight. “A one-night stand that I regretted the moment it was over.”
Her hand slid away from her thigh, her fingers curling into a fist. “He was rough, didn’t care if I enjoyed it or not. He just took what he wanted.” Her eyes flashed with anger, the memory a stark contrast to the tenderness of her time with Alex. “He liked it when I cried out in pain, liked it when I begged him to stop. It was…degrading.”
The room grew colder, the shadows lengthening as she spoke. “He was the first one to make me feel used,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “The first one to make me feel like I was nothing more than a hole for him to fill.”
I studied her, her expression unreadable. “What did you do afterward?” I asked, my hand still stroking my cock, the rhythm slow and deliberate.
“I left,” she said, her voice hollow. “I couldn’t even look at him the next morning. I just wanted to shower, to wash him off of me.”
Her eyes searched mine, looking for any sign of understanding, any glimmer of humanity. But all she found was the cold, calculating gaze of the monster that had claimed her. “I never told anyone about him,” she whispered. “Not even Yen Ni.”
I leaned back, his hand still moving. “I see,” he murmured. “And what about the others?”
Yen Ling’s voice grew stronger, her eyes never leaving his. “They were all different,” she said. “Some better, some worse. But none of them ever made me feel like this.”
The words hung in the air, a silent accusation that seemed to hang over us both. The weight of her past, of her secrets, was a palpable presence in the room, a ghost that neither of us could ignore. And as she spoke, I could feel my own obsession growing, a beast that demanded more, demanded everything.
I am aroused hearing about her sexual experience. My cock started to react to the story of her fourth partner, a man named Tom. She describes him as a friend with benefits, someone she turned to when she needed a quick fix without the strings of a relationship. “With Tom, it was always about the chase,” she says, her voice taking on a wistful tone. “He knew how to make me beg for it, how to drive me wild.”
Her eyes flutter closed as she recounts the way Tom would kiss her neck, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to leave a mark. “He’d start slow,” she whispers, her hand unconsciously moving to her collarbone. “His hands would roam over my body, teasing every inch of me until I was trembling with need.”
Her breath hitches as she remembers the way Tom would trace the curve of her breasts with his thumbs, pinching her nipples until they were hard and sensitive. “He’d kiss me,” she says, her voice growing softer, “his mouth so hot, so demanding.” Her hand moves to her breast, her thumb brushing over her hard nipples. “He knew just how much pressure to apply, how to make me moan.”
Her eyes open, locking onto mine, and I can see the fire of remembered passion in their depths. “Tom liked it when I was loud,” she says, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “He’d whisper in my ear, telling me to scream for him, to let him hear just how much I wanted it.”
Her hand slides down her stomach, her fingers toying with her belly button. “He’d push my legs apart,” she continues, her voice a breathy sigh. “And he’d kiss me, deep and hard, while his hand slipped between my thighs.”
The room is a cauldron of desire, the air thick with the scent of her arousal. “His fingers would explore me,” she murmurs, her hips shifting slightly. “Softly at first, then with more urgency as I grew wetter.”
Yen Ling eyes never leave my erected cock. “He knew just how to touch me,” she says, her voice a little shakier now. “How to make me come without even being inside me.”
Her breath comes in short gasps, her chest rising and falling with the remembered ecstasy. “He’d use his fingers,” she whispers, “curling them just so, hitting that spot that made me see stars.”
Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes glazed over with passion as she describes the way Tom would enter her, slow and deep. “He’d fill me up,” she says, her voice a strangled moan. “And then he’d start to move, his hips rolling into mine in a rhythm that was pure magic.”
Her hand moves faster, her body responding to the story she’s telling. “He’d kiss me,” she whispers, “his tongue dancing with mine as he fucked me.”
The room seems to spin around us, the darkness closing in as she shares her deepest, most intimate moments with me. “And when I came,” she says, her voice barely audible, “it was like the world shattered into a million pieces.”
Her hand stills, her breathing ragged. “But it was never enough,” she admits, her eyes searching mine. “I always needed more, needed to be filled in every way possible.”
My heart races, my cock pulsing with every word she says. I can see the effect my questions are having on her, the way her body responds to the memories she’s sharing. “Tell me about your fifth partner,” I say, my voice a seductive purr and I was stroking my growing cock harder.
Yen Ling’s eyes flutter closed again, her hand moving away from her clitoris and starting to pinch her nipple as she recounts her experiences with a man named Jason. “Jason was… intense,” she says, her voice a mix of fondness and trepidation. “He was into things that I’d never even considered before.”
Her hand moves back to her clitoris, her fingers tracing the outer lips of the vaginal as she speaks. “Jason,” she says, the name a sigh. “He was… intense. He liked to push boundaries, to explore the darker side of pleasure.”
Her eyes open, meeting mine with a hint of challenge. “With him, it was never just about the act,” she says. “It was about the power, the control.”
Her finger inserted into her moist vagina, her voice growing softer as she recounts their encounters. “He liked to tie me up,” she whispers, “to have me at his mercy.”
Her other fingers dance over her breast, mimicking the way Jason’s would explore her body. “He’d start with my wrists,” she says, her eyes glazed with remembered pleasure. “Binding them tight with silk scarves, leaving just enough slack for me to struggle.”
The room seems to hold its breath as she continues, her voice a soft, sultry purr. “He’d tie me to the bedpost,” she says, her hips moving slightly with the rhythm of her words. “And then he’d start to kiss me, his mouth moving down my body.”
Her hand slides back up her thigh, pausing at the apex. “He knew every inch of me,” she murmurs. “Every spot that made me squirm, every button that made me scream.”
Her hand moves away, leaving me wanting more. “He’d kiss me here,” she says, her eyes dropping to her neck, “his teeth grazing my skin.”
Her other hand joins the first, her fingers playing with her nipples. “And here,” she whispers, her voice a breathy moan. “He’d suck on my nipples until they were hard and sensitive.”
“And then,” she says, her voice dropping to a whisper, “he’d move lower, his mouth watering for me.”
Her eyes are on mine, a silent dare as she describes his mouth on her sex, his tongue probing and teasing until she’s begging for more. “He’d make me come,” she says, her voice tight with remembered need. “Over and over again.”
The air is thick with desire, the tension palpable as she speaks. “And when he finally entered me,” she murmurs, “it was like nothing I’d ever felt before.”
Her eyes stared hard at my hardening monster cock “He was… brutal,” she says, the word a caress. “He’d fuck me so hard, so deep, until I couldn’t think of anything but the feeling of him inside me.”
Her eyes close, her body trembling with the memory. “He’d whisper in my ear,” she says, her voice barely audible. “Telling me how much he owned me, how much I needed him.”
Her hand slides back up to her neck, her fingers tracing the path his had taken. “And when he was done,” she whispers, “he’d untie me, hold me close, and whisper sweet nothings until the tremors stopped.”
Her eyes open, the fire in them a living flame. “But it was never enough,” she says, the words a challenge. “I always wanted more, needed more.”
My hand stills on my cock, my eyes locked on hers. The beast inside me roars, demanding to be set free, to claim her fully. “Show me,” he says, his voice a low growl. “Show me how he made you scream.”
Yen Ling’s eyes widen, the fear and anger in them a heady mix. But there’s something else there too, something that tells me she’s considering it. “What?” she asks, her voice trembling.
“Show me,” I repeat, my voice insistent. “Let me see the look on your face when you’re lost in pleasure.”
“No,” she whispers, but the protest is weak.
“Ok. Then tell me about the sixth partner. Who is he?
Yen Ling took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with the effort to compose herself. She leaned back in the chair, her legs parting slightly as she began to speak. “His name is Marcus, he is a married man,” she said, her voice a soft caress. “He’s a man of refined tastes, a connoisseur of pleasure.”
Her eyes glazed over as she remembered the first time she saw him, his tall frame and piercing gaze that seemed to see straight through her. “He knew what he wanted,” she murmured, her hand moving to her neck, tracing the path of his kisses. “And he wasn’t afraid to take it.”
Her hand slid down to her chest, her thumb circling her nipple “Marcus was different,” she said, her voice thick with remembered passion. “He didn’t just want to fuck me. He wanted to possess me, to own every part of me.”
Her hand slipped down her stomach, her fingers playing her belly button and I can sense that Yen Ling is also trying to see how I react . “He liked to take his time,” she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed. “He’d kiss me everywhere, his mouth a brand that left me craving more.”
Her other hand followed, sliding beneath to tease the dampness between her legs. “He knew my body,” she said, her voice a breathy sigh. “Every curve, every secret place that made me moan.”
“He’d start with my breasts,” she said, her eyes still closed. “Teasing them until they were hard and sensitive, until I was begging for more.”
Her hand slid down further, her fingers slipping beneath her panties to graze her clit. “And then,” she murmured, “he’d move lower, his mouth a trail of fire.”
Her hand stilled, her breathing shallow as she remembered the way Marcus would kiss and lick her sex, his tongue exploring every inch of her with a practiced skill that left her trembling. “He liked it when I was wet,” she said, her voice a sultry purr. “When I was begging for his cock.”
Her eyes opened, meeting mine with a fierce intensity. “And when he finally entered me,” she said, her voice a trembling whisper, “it was like nothing I’d ever felt before.”
Her hand moved from her neck to her sex, her fingers tracing the contours of her pussy. “Marcus knew how to worship a woman’s body,” she murmured, her eyes never leaving mine. “How to make every touch feel like a prayer.”
“The seventh was Alex,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper. “A friend of a friend, who became so much more.” Her hand slid lower, her fingers teasing the slickness of her arousal. “Alex was… gentle,” she said, her voice filled with a longing that made my cock throb. “He treated me like a delicate flower, one that needed to be handled with care.”
Her eyes grew distant as she remembered his tender touch, his soft kisses, and the way he’d whisper sweet nothings into her ear. “With him, it was never about the endgame,” she said, her thumb circling her clit. “It was about the journey, the sweet agony of building up to that perfect moment.”
Her hand began to move faster, her hips rising to meet the rhythm she’d set. “He’d kiss me everywhere,” she whispered, her voice growing breathless. “Every touch was a promise, every caress a vow of love.”
Her other hand moved to her chest, her thumb brushing over her nipple. “And when he was inside me,” she moaned, her eyes drifting closed, “it was like coming home.”
The room was alive with the sound of her masturbation, the wetness of her desire filling the air. “But it was the eighth,” she said, her voice a gasp, “who truly knew how to make me scream.”
Her hand stilled for a moment, the anticipation thick. “Derek,” she murmured. “He was a beast in bed, a wild, untamed creature that took what he wanted.” Her eyes snapped open, meeting mine with a fiery challenge. “And I loved every minute of it.”
Her hand began to move again, her fingers delving deeper into herself. “He was rough,” she said, her voice a low growl. “But he knew how to make it feel so good.”
Her hips began to rock, her body responding to the memory of Derek’s touch. “He’d fuck me,” she said, her eyes glazed with desire, “like he was trying to claim my very soul.”
The tension in the room was unbearable, the silence a symphony of unspoken lust. “And the ninth?” I prompted, my voice a raspy growl.
Yen Ling took a deep breath, her hand never stopping its delicate dance. “The ninth was David,” she said, her eyes glinting with a hint of mischief. “He was younger, full of energy and passion.” Her fingers slipped deeper, her hand moving in a slow, steady rhythm that matched the pulse of her heart. “He was insatiable,” she whispered, a smile playing on her lips. “Always eager to explore, to push the boundaries.”
Her hand moved faster, her breathing becoming ragged. “He’d take me in every way imaginable,” she continued, her voice a seductive purr. “Against the wall, on the floor, in the shower.” Her hips began to rock in time with her hand, the chair beneath her creaking with the force of her passion. “He was wild,” she murmured, “but in the most delicious way.”
The air grew thick with the scent of her arousal, and I could feel the beast inside me stirring, demanding to be unleashed. “And the tenth?” I asked, my voice strained.
Yen Ling’s eyes opened, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. “You want to know about all of them?” she asked, her hand still working its magic.
“Yes,” I said, my voice firm. “I need to know.”
Her smile grew wider, a knowing look in her eyes. “The tenth was Richard,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper. “He was older, more experienced. He knew exactly what he wanted and how to get it.”
Her hand moved in tight circles around her clit, her thighs quivering with the effort to stay still. “He taught me things,” she murmured, “things I never knew I liked.”
The room was alive with the sound of her pleasure, the soft whimpers and gasps that accompanied her movements. “He liked to watch,” she said, her eyes meeting mine. “To see me come undone.”
Her body grew taut, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. “And the last one?” I pressed, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of her touching herself.
Yen Ling took a moment, her hand stilling for a brief instant before she began to speak again. “The last one,” she said, her voice a shivering whisper, “was James.”
Her eyes grew distant, lost in the memory of a man who had clearly left a profound mark on her. “James was… different,” she murmured, her hand starting to move again, her fingers slipping in and out of her wetness. “He didn’t just want my body. He wanted my soul.”
Her eyes snapped back to mine, the intensity in them leaving no room for doubt. “With him,” she said, her voice filled with a mix of awe and regret, “it was like every touch was a declaration of war.”
Her hand worked faster, her hips bucking with each stroke. “He was… brutal,” she gasped, the word a confession torn from the depths of her being. “But it was the most beautiful kind of pain.”
The room was a symphony of desire, her moans the crescendo that threatened to shatter the silence. “He’d fuck me,” she said, her voice a trembling whisper, “like he was trying to claim every part of me.”
Her hand moved in a blur, her orgasm building like a storm on the horizon. “And when I came,” she panted, “it was like the world was ending. And all I could do was hold on and scream his name.”
Her body convulsed, the chair creaking beneath her as she reached her climax, her eyes locked on mine the entire time. And in that moment, I knew that she was mine, that she had given herself to me in a way she never had to any of those other men.
The silence that followed was deafening, the only sound the harsh panting of our breaths. Yen Ling looked at me, her eyes dark with lust and challenge. “Now,” she said, her voice a sultry whisper, “now you know.”
I stepped closer, my cock straining against my pants. “Now,” I said, my voice a low growl, “now it’s my turn.”
Yen Ling’s eyes widened, the fear and anger in them a potent cocktail. But she was weak, her body still trembling from the powerful orgasm I had just witnessed. I knew she wouldn’t fight me, not after that.
I took a silk scarf from the bedside table, the same one she had used to bind her wrists when she was with Jason. The fabric was soft and luxurious, a stark contrast to the brutal intentions I had in mind. “Open your eyes,” I whispered, my breath hot against her ear.
Her eyes snapped open, the fire in them dimming slightly. I wrapped the scarf around her head, tying it tight behind her. “You’re going to feel every sensation,” I murmured, “but you won’t see a thing.”
The darkness was complete, and I watched as the tension in her body grew. She was mine now, and I was going to make sure she knew it. My hand slid down her body, tracing the path of my previous questions, my fingers lingering on the marks I had left.
I grabbed her chin, forcing her to look up at me. “Who’s in control now?” I asked, my voice a harsh whisper.
Her jaw clenched, but she didn’t speak. The anger in her was a living, breathing thing, but it was mixed with something else now. Submission. Desire.
“Say it,” I demanded, my grip tightening. “Who’s in control?”
“You are,” she whispered, the words a defeated sigh.
I smiled, a cold, cruel smile. “Good,” I said, releasing her chin. “Now, let’s see if I can make you scream.”
My hand moved to her neck, my thumb pressing against her pulse point as I pushed her back down onto the chair. “Keep your hands behind your head,” I ordered, my voice firm.
Yen Ling complied, her body trembling slightly. She was a vision, her full breasts rising and falling with each shallow breath, her thighs spread wide, inviting me in.
My hand slid down her body, my fingers finding her wetness. She was still so turned on, so ready for me. I leaned in, my mouth hovering just above her ear. “You’re going to come for me,” I murmured, “and you’re going to love it.”
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t move. I began to kiss her neck, my teeth grazing her sensitive skin. She whimpered, the sound sending a bolt of pure lust straight to my cock.
I unzipped my pants, freeing my erection. “Spread your legs wider,” I said, my voice a gruff command.
Yen Ling obeyed, the musky scent of her arousal filling the air. I positioned myself between her thighs, the head of my cock brushing against her swollen clit. She gasped, her body arching up to meet me.
I pushed into her, slow and deep, watching her face contort with pleasure. “Who do you belong to?” I whispered, my voice a harsh caress.
“You,” she moaned, her body trembling. “I belong to you.”
The words were like a drug, sending a rush of power through me. I began to move, my hips slamming into hers with a force that sent shockwaves through the room. She was mine, and she knew it.
Her body responded to me, her hips rising to meet every thrust. The scarf around her eyes was a constant reminder of her vulnerability, her helplessness. And I reveled in it, the beast inside me howling with triumph.
“What are you going to do to me. It is wrong. We can’t have sex. I am not going to do it with you, Jonathan, please let me go.” Yen Ling begged blindfolded, her voice trembling with fear and anticipation.
I leaned in closer, my breath hot against her ear. “You think you’re so pure, so innocent,” I murmured, my voice a dark promise. “But you’re just like me, Yen Ling. You crave it, you need it.”
Her body was a delicious canvas of contradictions, trembling with fear yet responding to my touch with a passion that could not be denied. “You’re going to be my sex slave,” I said, my voice a low growl that seemed to resonate through her very soul. “You’re going to do everything I say, give me everything I want.”
Her pulse raced beneath my thumb, the throb of it matching the rhythm of my own desire. “You’re going to scream for me,” I continued, my voice a seductive whisper. “You’re going to beg for me to fill you up.”
Her breath hitched, her body betraying her even as she tried to resist. I knew she was fighting it, but the truth was undeniable. She was mine, and she had always been mine. The scarf around her eyes was a symbol of her submission, a silent confession of her true desires.
With a vicious yank, I pulled her chair backward, her legs kicking out as she lost her balance. She landed on the floor with a soft thud, her body a tangle of limbs and need. “On your knees,” I said, my voice firm.
Yen Ling hesitated for a moment, but the hunger in me was too much to resist. With a shaky breath, she complied, her knees hitting the cold, hard floor. She was beautiful like this, vulnerable and exposed, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.
“Use your hands and hold my cock and kiss my cock,” I ordered, my voice thick with lust. She pulled my cock free, her hand wrapping around it with a desperation that was almost painful to watch.
“Good girl,” I said, my voice a gruff praise. “Now, suck it.”
Her lips parted, and she took me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head of my cock. The sensation was exquisite, a sweet agony that had me groaning with pleasure. She was a natural, her mouth a warm, wet heaven that made me want to lose myself in her completely.
As she worked me with her lips and tongue, I took her breasts in my hands, squeezing and pinching the soft mounds of flesh. Her nipples were like two hard little pebbles, begging for attention. I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger, feeling her body respond to every touch. She moaned around my cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through me.
The sound of her moaning, muffled by my cock, was like music to my ears. I could feel her submission, her body responding to my every whim. It was intoxicating, a power I had never experienced before. Her breasts grew red and swollen under my touch, her nipples hard and sensitive.
I tightened my grip, watching her face contort with a mix of pleasure and pain. Her eyes, though blindfolded, were filled with a fierce determination, a silent challenge that only served to make me harder. She was mine, and she knew it. The room was alive with the sounds of our passion, the scent of her arousal filling the air.
With every squeeze and pinch, she took me deeper into her mouth, her tongue swirling around me in a dance that was both erotic and infuriating. I could feel the orgasm building, the pressure growing until it was almost unbearable. “Fuck,” I murmured, my voice tight with need.
Yen Ling’s response was to suck harder, her teeth grazing my shaft as she took me to the edge. My grip on her breasts tightened, the pain a delicious counterpoint to the pleasure she was giving me.
“I’m going to come,” I warned, my voice a harsh growl. She didn’t slow down, her mouth moving faster, her tongue flicking over the sensitive spot just beneath the head of my cock. And then it was too much, the dam bursting as I came with a roar, my seed spilling into her waiting mouth.
She swallowed, her cheeks hollowed with the effort, the scarf around her eyes darkening with the force of my release. I pulled out, watching as she licked her lips, savoring the taste of me. “Good girl,” I murmured, the words a benediction.
The silence that followed was heavy, filled with the thunderous beat of our hearts and the ragged sound of our breathing. Yen Ling remained on her knees, the scarf still around her eyes, her breasts heaving with each breath she took.
I reached down, my hand gentle as I untied the scarf. She blinked up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions I couldn’t quite decipher. Shame, anger, lust, and something else, something deeper that I didn’t dare name.
“Look at what you’ve done,” I said, my voice a mix of pride and disgust. “You’re nothing but a whore for me now.”
The words were cruel, but they were the truth. She had given herself to me in a way she never had to those other men, and I intended to use that to my advantage. The power I had over her was a heady rush, one that I never wanted to end.
Her eyes searched mine, looking for a sign of the man she had once loved. But all she found was the monster that had been lurking beneath the surface all along.
“You’re mine,” I said, my voice a cold, hard statement. “And you’re going to do whatever I say, whenever I want.”
Yen Ling nodded, the fight gone out of her. “Yes,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’m yours.”
The words were a surrender, a declaration of her new reality. And as I pulled her to her feet, my cock still hard and demanding, I knew that there was no going back. We were bound together now, by lust and power, and she was mine to do with as I pleased.
“Stand,” I ordered, my voice a low growl. “Face the wall.” Knowing that her legs are weak from the previous orgasm.
Yen Ling stumbled to her feet. She looked at me, a mix of fear and anger in her gaze. But she did as she was told, her body trembling slightly as she turned to face the wall.
Her hands found the cool surface, her fingers splaying out as she braced herself. The wall was a stark contrast to the heat of her body, the coldness of it seeping into her very soul. I stepped behind her, my cock still hard and demanding, the taste of her on my lips.
I leaned in, my tongue sliding along the cleft of her ass before dipping lower to find her swollen pussy. She gasped, her body tensing as I began to lick and probe, my tongue tracing the sensitive folds of her sex. Her juices were sweet and salty, a delicious blend that had me groaning with need.
Her thighs quivered, and she bit her lip to keep from crying out. I knew she was fighting the pleasure, trying to hold onto the last shreds of her dignity. But it was a futile effort. The beast inside me was too hungry, too demanding. I was going to make her come again, and she was going to love it.
My tongue flicked against her clit, the soft nub hardening beneath my touch. Her hips rocked back, pushing herself against me, a silent plea for more. I chuckled, the sound low and dark, as I continued to torment her.
“You like that, don’t you?” I murmured against her skin, my breath hot against her ass. “You like it when I make you feel like this.”
Her only response was a whimper, a soft sound that was music to my ears. I licked and sucked, my hands moving to her hips to hold her in place as she began to buck and squirm. The wall was a silent witness to her degradation, a stark reminder of the power I held over her.
The room was alive with the sounds of her passion, the slap of skin against skin, the wet sounds of my mouth on her body. And with every touch, every caress, she grew wetter, her orgasm building like a storm within her.
Her breath grew ragged, her body shaking with the effort to stay upright. “I’m going to come,” she moaned, the words torn from her.
“Do it,” I said, my voice a command. “Come for me, Yen Ling.”
Her body obeyed, convulsing as she reached the peak of pleasure. She screamed, the sound echoing through the room, her fingers digging into the wall. Her orgasm was a thing of beauty, a testament to the power I held over her.
As the last tremors of pleasure left her, I stood, my cock throbbing with need. “You’re going to be my little slut,” I whispered, my voice a dark promise. “And you’re going to love every second of it.”
Her head dropped, her shoulders slumping in defeat. The fight had left her, and in its place was a deep, soul-wrenching need that I knew she couldn’t ignore. She was mine, body and soul, and there was no escaping the truth of it.
I stepped closer, my cock nudging against her wetness. “Beg for it,” I said, my voice a low growl. “Beg for me to fuck you.”
Her voice was a broken whisper, “Please, Jonathan. Fuck me.”
“No, I am not going to fuck you. If you want my monster cock. You have to do it yourselves. Make it hard so that you can use my monster cock to fuck yourselves.
Beside the monster cock I possessed, I also have the secret TCM sex enhancement medicine from invented my grandfather. My grandfather is a very famous TCM doctor who invented quite a few wonderful medication using his knowledge in TCM, of which there are two that I found the most useful. One is the sex enhancement medicine. Take it regularly allow a man to have extremely good stamina during sex and the medicine also ensure that the cock is alway hard. I personally tested the medicine, the result is way better than viagra, I can have sex 10 times per night with each at least 30 minutes.
The next invention is medical that prevent STD and unwanted pregnancy. A combo medicine that was given to me by my grandmother after I have sec with her (other chapter of my story)
Back to Yen Ling, she had never been so exposed, so desperate for my touch. She turned to face me, her cheeks flushed and eyes filled with a hunger that was almost feral. Without another word, she dropped to her knees, her hands eagerly reaching for my still-hard cock. She took me into her mouth, her tongue flicking against the sensitive skin as she worked me with a fierce determination that belied her earlier protests.
Her cheeks hollowed with each suck, and I watched as she swallowed me whole, her throat working around my shaft. The sight of her, kneeling before me, was almost too much to bear. I could feel the beast inside me stirring, the need to claim her completely, to make her mine in every way possible.
Her hand reached between her own legs, her fingers finding her clit as she began to rub herself in time with her bobbing head. Her moans grew louder, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through me as she begged for my release. “Fuck me,” she murmured, her voice a siren’s call that I couldn’t resist.
With a growl, I picked her up, carrying her to the bed and laying her down. She wasted no time, straddling me and positioning herself over my cock. With a quick, sure motion, she slammed down, impaling herself on me. The sensation was exquisite, her tight pussy squeezing me like a vice. She began to ride me, her hips moving in a primal dance that had me on the edge in seconds.
Our bodies moved together, a symphony of lust and desire that drowned out the guilt and fear. She was mine, and nothing else mattered. I could feel her getting closer, her muscles tightening around me as she approached her peak. “I’m going to come,” she panted, her eyes locked on mine. “I’m going to come on your cock.”
The words were a trigger, and with a roar, I grabbed her hips, driving into her with everything I had. She screamed, her body convulsing around me as she came, her pussy spasming with the force of her orgasm.
And then it was my turn. With one final, powerful thrust, I released my first load inside her, filling her with my seed. The sensation was like nothing I had ever felt before, a mix of pleasure and power that had me seeing stars.
We lay there, our bodies slick with sweat, our breathing ragged. The room was silent except for the sound of our hearts pounding in our chests. The weight of what we had done settled over us, a thick fog that seemed to choke the very air from the room.
But as the fog lifted, the reality of our situation crashed down on me like a ton of bricks. What had started as a passionate affair had turned into a twisted game of power and control. I looked at Yen Ling, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure, and I knew that I had gone too far. The line between love and obsession had been crossed, and there was no going back.
The expression on her face was a mix of pleasure and fear, a look that I knew I would never forget. The realization of what I had become washed over me, a cold, hard truth that left me feeling hollow. I had taken something pure and beautiful and turned it into something dark and destructive.
But even as the guilt consumed me, the beast inside me roared, demanding more. And I knew that I would not be able to resist its call, that our dance of dominance and submission was far from over. The cycle of desire and power had been set in motion, and there was no stopping it now. Our love had become a weapon, a tool to be wielded in the darkest of moments, and we were both ensnared in its deadly embrace.
With a feral growl, I flipped Yen Ling onto her stomach, her legs spread wide. Her ass was a perfect target, round and inviting, a symbol of her complete surrender. I lined up my cock with her pussy, still wet and gaping from our previous encounter. With one hand, I gripped her hip, holding her in place as I pushed into her with a brutal force that made her cry out.
Her body tensed, the pain of my entry briefly overwhelming the pleasure she had just experienced. But I was relentless, my need for her driving me to claim her in every way possible. Her walls stretched around me, tightening with every thrust as she adjusted to the new sensation.
The room was filled with the slap of skin on skin, the sound of our bodies colliding in a frenzied rhythm that spoke of our deepest, darkest desires. She moaned into the pillow, her voice muffled, a sound that was both a plea for mercy and a declaration of her willingness to submit.
And then, when she was just beginning to find her rhythm, I pulled out, leaving her gasping. “No,” she whimpered, her voice filled with a mix of need and fear. But I had other plans.
I reached for the lubricant on the nightstand, slicking my cock with the cool gel. “You want more?” I asked, my voice a low, seductive whisper. She nodded, her body trembling with anticipation.
With a cruel smile, I positioned myself behind her, my cock hovering at the entrance to her ass. She tensed, the reality of what I was about to do sinking in. But she didn’t protest, didn’t try to stop me. Instead, she pushed back, silently begging for me to fill her in the most intimate of ways.
I pushed in slowly, savoring the feeling of her tightness, the way she resisted before giving in to the inevitable. Her moans grew louder, the pain and pleasure melding into one exquisite sensation that had us both on the edge.
As I began to fuck her ass, I reached around, my fingers finding her clit. I rubbed her in time with my thrusts, watching as her body responded, her muscles tightening around me. She was a creature of pure need now, a being that existed solely for my pleasure.
Her cries grew more desperate, her body writhing beneath me as she reached for the orgasm that hovered just out of reach. “Please,” she begged, her voice a hoarse whisper. “Please let me come.”
The word “please” was like a drug, sending me spiraling into a frenzy of desire. I picked up the pace, my cock plunging in and out of her with a force that had us both teetering on the brink. And when she finally came, her body spasming around me, I couldn’t hold back anymore.
With a roar, I emptied myself into her, filling her ass with my seed. The sensation was unlike anything I had ever felt before, a mix of triumph and possession that had me shaking with the intensity of it.
As the aftershocks of our passion subsided, we lay there, our bodies entwined, the room heavy with the scent of sex and sweat. The silence was a stark contrast to the cacophony of our love-making, a silence that was filled with the unspoken understanding of what we had become.
Finally, I found the strength to speak, my voice gruff with the emotion I hadn’t allowed myself to feel. “Take care of her,” I said, the words a command wrapped in a plea. “Yen Ni is going through enough.”
Yen Ling’s eyes searched mine, a complex web of anger, fear, and something else. “You think I don’t know?” she spat, the words laced with accusation. “You think I don’t see the way she looks at you?”
“It’s not like that,” I said, the lie feeling like a boulder in my throat. “I love her, but I can’t be with her. Not like this.”
Her eyes narrowed, the anger flaring up again. “What do you mean?”
I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the revelation I had kept hidden for so long. “I have an incestuous family,” I confessed, the words dropping like a bomb between us. “My wife knows about Yen Ni. She knows about everything.”
The color drained from her face, and for a moment, she said nothing. Then, with a voice that was barely above a whisper, she asked, “What does that mean?”
“It means that she understands the complexities of love and family,” I replied, the truth of my words resonating through me. “It means that she accepts what we have, because she knows that sometimes, love doesn’t fit into neat little boxes.”
Yen Ling stared at me, her eyes wide with shock. “How can she accept this?” she breathed, her voice trembling.
“Because she loves me,” I said simply. “And she knows that I need… that I need this.”
The room grew still, the air thick with the weight of my confession. Yen Ling pulled away, her body cooling against mine. She sat up, her back to me, and I watched as she wrapped the bedsheet around herself, her shoulders slumped in defeat.
“I can’t,” she said finally, her voice shaking. “I can’t be a part of this.”
I sat up, reaching for her, but she shrugged me off. “No,” she said, turning to face me. “I won’t let you do this to us. To our family.”
The reality of what I had done crashed down on me, the gravity of my actions like a leaden weight. “I’m sorry,” I whispered, the words a feeble offering in the face of the pain I had caused.
But she was already dressed, her eyes wet with unshed tears. “You need to tell her,” she said, her voice firm. “You need to tell Yen Ni the truth.”
The words were a knife to the heart, but I knew she was right. “I will,” I said, the promise heavy on my tongue.
Yen Ling nodded, her eyes searching my face one last time before she turned to leave. “Take care of her,” she said, her voice a broken whisper. “And tell her I’m sorry.”
The door clicked shut behind her, leaving me alone in the room, the echo of her footsteps a haunting reminder of what I had lost. I knew that the path ahead was fraught with danger, that the truth could tear us all apart. But as I lay there, the guilt and the fear coiling around me like a serpent, I also knew that it was the only way to find redemption.
The story of our love had taken a dark turn, one that I never could have predicted. But as the first rays of dawn began to peek through the curtains, I realized that there was still a chance for a new chapter, a chance for truth and healing. And I was determined to write it, no matter the cost.
In the months that followed after Yen Ni give birth, I worked tirelessly to repair the damage I had done. I confessed everything to Yen Ni, laying bare my soul and the depth of my love for her. To my surprise, she didn’t reject me. Instead, she offered a solution that was as shocking as it was unexpected: a threesome. She had always been the more open-minded of the two, and perhaps the weight of our situation had made her more willing to consider the unorthodox.
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