His Dark Desire: Tales of a Yandere

98 iv. Dress- Up

“Where are we going?” she asked him doubtfully, he had asked her to dress properly, making her question his motives.

He had always dressed her improperly, that is the nicest word she have for the way he asked her to dress. Even the thought of his endless requests makes her cheeks automatically burn.

“Outside,” he said simply, not wishing to expound on what he meant.

She tried to clasp her bra before she felt his fingers doing the job for her. He cupped her bosoms and squeezed them, the fabric of the bra adding to the sensation instead of protecting her.

“What are you doing?” she asked him as his eyes stared at her from the mirror. She was facing a full-length mirror, trying to dress up according to what he wanted.

“Sorry darling, I could not stop myself,” his eyes lacked apology and his voice was low with lust.

If she isn’t careful, he might change his mind about this sudden outside trip, she knew that now. He easily changed his mind about things where she is concerned.

She sighed as he squeezed her bosoms even more. Damned hormones and how theirs are so much in sync.

“Well, let me get dressed at least,” she sighed and took some tissues, wiping away his seeds that were inside of her just moments ago. They have spilled all over her legs after he pulled his thick shaft out of her.

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She didn’t even have time to take a quick bath afterward as he suddenly blurted out that they should go out of the house.

“Let me help,” he took the tissues from her and knelt.

She blushed as he started to reach out inside her core, making his seeds spill even more. This is really horrifyingly lascivious, she complained.

He smiled and ignored her, wiping away the rest of the semen. Taking the used tissues and throwing them in the bin before giving her a kiss on her forehead.

“You have not answered,” she slid on her panty, which to her dismay covered almost nothing. Why did he have to buy panties that hardly even cover anything?

“It is a surprise,” he sat on the chair parallel to her and watches her from the mirror, making her blush further.

“I should have been born a man,” she complained, frowning as she tries to choose a dress to match his clothes.

“Why so?” he asked, his eyes filled with desire for her as she opted for a red dress to match his red knitted sweatshirt.

“So I can dress faster and be the one watching from there,” she pouted as she put on her dress.

He chuckled and stood, walking towards her as he removed a white sweatshirt for her. “Here, white fits you.”

She blushed and took it from him, mumbling a quick thank you. She frowned at seeing it was a brand new one yet again.

“You keep buying things. I already told you I have way too many clothes. I hardly wear anything but nightgowns anyway,” she pointed out and wore it.

She has been bored out of her mind when he is doing work in the library, so much so that she had gone over her rather very large, very luxurious dresser filled with clothes, bags, and shoes that she absolutely has no use for.

“At least tell me where we are going, so I know which kind of shoes and bag to wear,” she pouted more as he laughed.

“Sit down,” his commanding voice filled the air making her obey him despite her complaints.

He took the cutest pair of white socks that reaches high and knelt before her, putting them on her legs.

“Are we going literally out of the house?” it will make sense if that was the case, since a bit of snow is already starting to fall.

“Yes, outside the house,” he smiled kindly at her, making her heart beat faster.

“You are not afraid that I would run away?” she tested him, he better not make a joke out of this.

She has not been out of the house since her abduction which was probably months ago. She has no way of tracking time and date since there was no calendar or gadget within her reach.

“Are you planning to do that?” he kissed her leg which he had already finished putting the socks on.

“No, not really,” she blushed. No matter how she thinks about it, she just could not seem to hate him.

The days with him have been the most exciting, most invigorating part of her life. She blushed, not that he needs to know that, of course.

He lazily dressed her other leg, kissing it likewise once he has put her socks on. She blushed further, no one would have believed her if she told them the CEO of the biggest business conglomerate in the world kneels before her to do even the most mundane of tasks, like dressing her up.

“Don’t look at me like that, my queen. Or I might just forget about going out, I can hardly restrain myself right now,” he grunted, making her look at the bulge on his pants.

“You are impossible! We have just done it, how can you think of doing it again!” she pouted more.

“It is my body’s natural reaction towards you. It is not like I have control over it,” he justified and grabbed a pair of white sneakers for her.

“I can do that myself,” she tried to take it away from him. It is not like she can’t even put her own shoes on.

“Just let me,” he stopped her, his strong grip on her leg making butterflies flutter in her stomach.

“You are absolutely horrendous,” she looked away, feeling the heat rise on her cheeks and envelope the rest of her body.

“I know, baby. I know,” he took her right foot and slipped her shoes inside, patiently tying her shoelaces.

“I’m a grown woman, even a kid ties their own shoelaces nowadays,” not like she didn’t want the attention, the truth is she likes it too much that she gets scared.

She wonders just how disappointed she will be when he stopped giving her this much attention. Even a few days away from him already drove her mad from missing him and the things he do to her.

She thinks about her dream last night, it was too vivid, too painful. If she were to believe that there is such a thing as a past life and that it was theirs, then she would have to believe the pain was real.

She didn’t like that, a love so strong it distorts her perception of reality. A love so strong it takes over her sense of reason and morals.

She frowned which did not escape his attention. He asked if the ties were too tight to which she said no, she just had something on her mind.

He did her other shoe for her, smiling gently when he finished. She couldn’t stop herself from staring.

His eyes lit up and it feels like seeing glitters of gold come to life. He was breathtakingly beautiful when he smiles. Not like he wasn’t breathtaking at other points in time.

It is just, that he rarely smiles at all, and seeing him so carefree and happy just makes her feel so uneasy. Her heart couldn’t stop from running twice faster when his lips curved into a smile.

“Baby, are you okay?” he might have noticed the expression on her face as he asked her worriedly.

She shook her head. He asked what it was all about, and she denied about it amounting to anything.

“We don’t have to go out if you are not feeling well, baby,” he consoled her, sitting beside her as he pulled her close.

“No, I really am fine,” she said. “I would really like to go out too. It has been so long since I was last outside.”

He smiled and kissed her forehead, fixing a knitted red cap on her hair. “Let’s go then, before I change my mind.”

She nodded and he smiled more. They are like a normal couple now somehow. Despite the very abnormal circumstance that brought her here.

He has been very patient with her, even during the times when she knew she was being unreasonable. The only time he would really ‘punish’ her is if she tries to escape or starve or hurt herself. Those are the only unforgivable crimes in his dictionary.

He stood up and carried her in his arms. This thing too has been so normal between them that she didn’t even bother to complain.

She wondered why he keeps doing this for her. Doing things that make her feel like she mattered. Like he cared.

It is not like she can escape from him even if she wanted. And not like she can even say no to his advances. So why does he have to be like this? Why does he have to behave like a genuine lover?

He pressed a tender kiss on her cheek as she circled his neck with her arms. She felt an alarm when she felt her lips tugged into an equal smile.

“You should do that more often,” he said, making her stare at him.

“What do you mean?” she asked him, as he began to walk with her in his arms.

“Smile more for me, queenie. Your smile is the most beautiful thing in the world to me. If you can do that, you would really make me so happy,” he opened the door and walked out.

As he carried her in the hallways, she felt her heartbeat become even more erratic. Somehow she feared the feelings that suddenly rush over her from what he said.

They boarded the elevator which she didn’t even know existed until last week. She closed her eyes as she felt a sudden calm feeling overtake her.

His arms have always felt like home. She pressed her cheek on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, pretending that they are drums of war willing her to sleep.

He pressed a kiss on her forehead as they walked out of the elevator. She tried to open her eyes but she felt her eyelids going heavy.

“Do you mind if I sleep?” she yawned and buried her cheek even more on his chest.

“Go sleep, my queen. I don’t mind at all,” he assured her.

“Will you wake me when we arrive wherever we are going?” she mumbled in a tired sleepy voice.

He smiled softly, and pressed a quick kiss on her lips, “I promise sweetheart, now go get some rest.”