Vanessa
"So obedient today," Diego croons. He gently pulls me up by the wrist and swiftly handcuffs my hands to the edge of the bench, effortlessly bending me over. My breath hitches as he covers my eyes with fabric.
"S-Sir, will it just be you and me?" I ask hesitantly, my voice quivering with uncertainty.
A sharp smack to my ass makes me yelp. "That's a ridiculous question. What other man would I allow to touch my wife?" he snaps.
"I-I just-" I stammer before he cuts me off, his dominance asserting itself.
"That was before I realized you would become everything to me," he says with conviction. "Whether we engage in vanilla sex or not, from now on, I will be the only one to touch you. Fuck, even the thought of anyone else touching you makes me want to murder them in the most violent way possible. Danny is no exception now."
Relief floods through me. Perhaps, he truly may love me.
I hear a rustling from a nearby drawer before I feel him behind me once more. "Now, I'm determined to claim you in every way possible," he continues in a softer tone. There's a sound of something squirting, followed by the sensation of a cold, squishy liquid being massaged against my asshole.
I gasp. "What is that?"
"Lube," he answers. "Do you trust me?"
"Yes, Sir."
He continues rubbing my puckered hole, the lube swiftly becoming warm and tingly. I moan at the sensation. He chuckles as he slowly enters the tip of his finger into me, and I tense. "Diego-"
"Relax for me, Mama. I promise it will only be uncomfortable for a minute," he reassures me.
I take a deep breath. He has shown time and time again that he would never hurt me, that I can trust him with my life and safety. With that assurance, I let myself surrender to him completely.
My legs tremble as he continues to thrust his finger in and out of my ass. "How does that feel?" he inquires.
"So good," I whisper.
"Good girl. Now let's try this."
I gasp at the intrusion of something bigger being pushed into my ass. He nudges it in deeper, and I grit my teeth at the pain and burning of him stretching my ass open.
"Diego, it burns," I whine.
He pets my hair. "I know, Mama. You can handle it," he murmurs soothingly.
I squeeze my eyes shut as he continues firmly pushing it inside me, but otherwise remain relaxed. Once the butt plug seemed to be fully seated inside my ass, there's a sudden vibration that jolts through me. "Oh fuck!" I shout.
Diego chuckles. "See, Mama? I wouldn't give you anything you can't handle." I feel his cock nudge my entrance, and with one hard thrust, he's completely inside me. He holds me firmly in place as he takes me ruthlessly from behind.
I hold onto the edge of the bench, moaning like a mindless fucktoy created for his pleasure. I want to be that and everything for him.
"Such a good girl. Who do you belong to?" he growls.
When I don't answer him immediately, he pounds into me harder. "I said who do you fucking belong to, Vanessa?"
"You, Sir. Only you," I cry out.
"What about your heart? Does that belong to me too?"
My breath lodges in my throat. I want to tell him that I love him, but what if he's just asking me this question because of the mind-blowing sex we're having?
"I-It belongs to you, Sir," I admit in a whisper.
His movement halt, leaving just the vibration in my ass that continues building the orgasm that is bound to destroy me. "Before I pump my babies into you, I need to know something. Do you love me the way I love you?"
Time seems to stand still as his words wash over me, the gravity of his question hanging heavily in the air. My heart squeezes so tightly, it might just explode.
He said the words. He loves me.
He actually fucking loves me.
A surge of overwhelming emotion floods through me, leaving me breathless with disbelief and joy. He withdraws from me, gently releasing my wrists and removing the blindfold. As I blink away the darkness, he spins me around, his strong hand gripping my chin firmly, ensuring our gazes are locked.
"Do. You. Love. Me?" His words are spoken with such fervor, each syllable carrying its own weight, demanding an answer that I'm not sure I'm ready to give him.
Tears cascade down my cheeks as I reach out, tenderly cupping his cheek. "Of course, I love you. I love you more than anything, Diego," I declare with every fiber of my being, my voice quivering with raw emotion.
Searching my eyes for truth, he abruptly lifts me up and pushes back into me with a force that steals my breath away. I feel my back press against the wall as he fucks me with a newfound ferocity. I scream his name repeatedly, my voice echoing through the room as I claw at his back, urging him for more-no, demanding all he can give me. Even if it shatters me into a million pieces, I know he'll be there to piece me back together. Because despite the fact that he may be a monster to everyone else, he's my monster.
And I love him.
Between him fucking me like a deranged animal and the buttplug vibrating in my ass, I lose all control. With final thrust, I scream his name as my orgasm barrels through me, zipping through my body violently as his lips crash against mine. I continue convulsing around him while his cum shoots deep into my walls.
As he lowers me to the ground, his lips still pressed against mine, his phone abruptly rings. Breaking our kiss, he strolls over to where his pants lie on the ground and retrieves his phone.
"Fuck, It's Leo. I need to take this," he murmurs, answering the call and bringing the phone to his ear. "¿Qué pasa (what's up), Leo?" Fire blazes in his eyes as he glances back at me. "¿Qué quieres decir con que se fue?"
Thanks to the language learning app on my phone, I have a vague idea of what he said.
I think.
"Who's gone?" I whisper, making sure only he can hear me, my voice tinged with concern and curiosity.
His jaw tenses visibly as he hangs up, a shadow passing over his features. "Well, it looks like our honeymoon is cut short. They can't find your sister."
"What?" I squeak. Fear and dread flood over me, crashing down in suffocating waves until I can hardly breathe. A million thoughts race through my mind. What does he mean they can't find her? Where could she be? Is she safe? The uncertainty grips me tightly, threatening to consume me whole.
He walks over and envelops me in his arms, drawing me close against his bare, sweaty chest. "Don't worry, Mama, we'll fly back tonight and figure this out. I promise I'll do everything in my power to find your sister," he reassures me, his voice steady and comforting.
And without a shred of doubt in my mind, I believe him.