66 iii. His Brand of Heaven [Bonus chapter]

“Dominus!” the master’s bedroom in the villa is filled with the high-pitched voice of the house’s mistress.

Her arms were currently tied to the bedposts as she arched her back, painfully chasing after the thrusting motions of the villa’s master’s thighs as his cock slammed inside of her.

She cursed herself for saying yes to being tied, now her fingers can’t even scrape his back, to feel him and more importantly to return the favor.

“Shhhh... queenie, you do know this room is not soundproof?” he smiled cruelly as her eyes almost popped out.

“What should I do? I couldn’t- couldn’t help it,” she moaned again as he takes it all out of her only to slam back in, hitting her G-spot once more as she squirmed underneath him.

“Fuck! You feel so good, baby,” he licked her neck as he took it all the way out, only to thrust it all back in one go.

“Damn it, daddy! It feels so good,” she felt the knot tightening up on her stomach once again as she curled her toes.

“Do you want to cum, darling?” he looked at her, his eyes filled with lust.

“Yes, daddy. Please let me cum, I need- need to,” she felt her juices flow even more as he slammed with force, holding her body on her waist.

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“Fuck! How are you still so tight for me, honey,” he grazed his teeth on her shoulder, at the very same spot he has been marking her on.

“Daddyyy!” she cried out as he held up her legs on his shoulders, his thrusting motion not ceasing even as she begged for release.

“Daddy! Please...” she felt her juices coating his cock, the juices overflowing and dripping down their legs as he plunged deeper into her core.

“Do you want to cum, sweetie?” he smiled deviously.

“Yes daddy, please. I really want to... need to cum,” she panted out her answer, feeling the brink of orgasm as soon as he say the word.

“On one condition, sweetheart,” he looked at her with an evil glint in his eyes.

“Please, daddy. I’ll do anything. Just let me cum now, I can’t stop it any longer,” she begged him as she arched her back and desperately try to meet each of his powerful thrusts.

“On one condition, baby,” he held into her waist, ready to slam back and forth into her as soon as she agreed.

“What is it daddy?” her eyes became teary even as she looked at him.

“Let me bathe you, right after,” he bit on her tender nipple as she let out a loud moan.

“Yes daddy,” she assented even as he grind himself deeper into her, her body even more feverish as she cried out his name.

She felt her toes curl as her mind blanked out from the orgasm that greeted her, her walls clamping down on his cock as they both met their climax.

Her breathing was still uneven when he removed her constraints, her arms finally free from their bindings as she embraced him.

“I love you, daddy,” she murmured as he filled her up with his seeds. Her stomach became even more extended than it already was before he spilled his seeds.

“Will the baby be fine?” she finally realized how bad it was. She has been so addicted to the way he fucked her that a slow, sensual sex will never be enough.

“The doctor said, it’s fine, remember,” he embraced her, his cock still pulsating inside of her, still hard as a rock.

She blushed, “I feel bad fucking so wildly when we are both going to be parents soon.”

He chuckled and kissed her neck, “So what if we are parents? I’ll still fuck you senseless even when we become grandparents in the future.”

She pinched his arm and giggled, “You really are a fool.”

“Of course I am, I am foolishly in love with my queen,” he agreed and claimed her lips, sliding his tongue once again as she moaned softly.

“Don’t sleep yet my queen, I still have to wash you up,” he reminded her, making her blush.

“Somehow I don’t think you’ll allow me to sleep a wink tonight,” she pouted as he sniffed her hair.

“You’ll sleep soundly after I cleaned you up,” he assured her, biting her lip as she whimpered.

“Fuck,” he felt himself harden even more.

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He thrust tentatively inside her but she pushed him away, “No, still hurts,” she complained.

No matter how lubricated she is, it is always a pain to be accommodating his size and girth inside of her. She felt like her privates were all swollen especially when he is that rough.

“Fine, baby. Let me clean you up then,” he gave in and smiled.

She giggled and lay her head on his chest as he carried her, her privates still impaled on his shaft, making their juices drip down the carpet.

When they finally reached the bathroom he sat her in the bathtub and smiled, her body trembling from the feeling of the cold tiles that greeted her butt.

“So cold, daddy!” she pouted and complained, making him laugh.

He set the water to warm and started to shower her hair, making her hum.

His large hands were relaxing as they massage her long tresses, his lips finding their way on her shoulders as she squirmed.

“Shhh... be a good girl and let daddy clean you up,” she tried to keep silent and to stop her moans as he soaped her body, his slick fingers reaching out to her most sensitive places.

“But daddy,” she complained as he started soaping her nipples, gliding around her tender buds and giving them a soft squeeze.

“I’m just cleaning you up, honey,” he looked innocently at her and shampooed her hair.

“Your hair, it changes its hue depending on the lighting. Sometimes it looks so bright like it was fire against your alabaster skin. Most time it was almost brown with the slightest tinge of red. You look beautiful either way,” he assured her as he kissed her shoulders and soaped her thighs.

She let out a deep sigh as he started to soap her legs, his fingers working up a lather from her toes to her inner thighs as he opened her legs in a v. Exposing her to his sight.

She covered her face as he does so, ashamed of being exposed like this. To which he murmured sweet nothings and convinced her to look at him instead.

Like an obedient child, she removed her hands and find herself staring into his golden orbs. His eyes filled with want and need for her. His manhood stiff and ready, but his touch was patient as he cleaned her up.

He massaged her clit as he soaped it, pressing his thumb just to tease her a bit more, her body convulsing from oversensitivity.

“Daddy, too much!” she complained and bit her lip when he shook his head.

“We need to clean every part, sweetie. You promised to allow daddy, remember?” he consoled her as he continued, his slick fingers working their way up and down her core as he soaped her walls and wash her there.

She closed her eyes as she felt herself shaking from the orgasm that greeted her. She has taken thousands of baths before this, but his hands worked wonders.

“Bad girl, cuming without daddy’s permission,” he frowned, making her blush.

“Sorry daddy, I tried to stop,” she explained, her voice high-pitched as she catch her breath.

“In all fours, baby. I’ll clean you there too,” he smiled. He was such in a good mood that he didn’t mind her disobedience.

“Daddy, please. Please let me clean that part myself,” she begged him, turning red from the thought of him cleaning her anus.

“You promised, baby. Now in all fours, before daddy decides to punish you,” she gulped and followed his instruction. She couldn’t take one of his punishments. She already is too sensitive to his touch.

Facing the tub away from him, she winced when she felt his finger tapping into her hole. She shook her head to signify defiance but felt her mouth gaping wide as he pushed his finger inside.

“Daddy! It hurts!” she complained as she tried to crawl away from him, the water splashing as she moved.

She felt his hands steady her, forcing her to stay still as he added another finger. She teared up as she sobbed.

“This is a dirty hole, baby. We need to clean it up,” he leaned towards her adding to the pressure of his finger, making her mouth gape wider and her tongue to stick out.

She felt his thumb go to her clit, pressing hard on her sensitive nub as she panted out. Drool formed on the corner of her lips, trickling down her neck as she felt her body warm up from the way he touched her.

Soon, she didn’t mind that he was sliding his finger in and out of her ass, her whole focus now shifted to how good he was making her feel as he circled his thumb on her clitoris.

She felt the tip of his cock pressing on her entrance, making her moan loudly as he rubbed it but didn’t put it in.

“Please daddy,” she begged him, her eyes hazy as she pleaded.

“Please what, sweetie?” he whispered harshly against her ear, making her feel like electric currents just made her feel more alive.

“Fuck me, please daddy,” she clarified, her body aching for his touch.

She felt triumphant when he slammed his cock inside of her tight walls, her body shaking as the water continued to splash.

He was holding her hair, his fingers pulling her head towards him as he slammed his thick length inside of her.

The water continued to splash as he thrusts harder into her core, hitting her sweet spot that made her feel so good.

It made her voice out incomprehensible sounds as she gyrate her hips to his, moaning loudly as he rode her into exhaustion.

His hot breath was fanning her ears when he finished inside of her, her walls tightening up around his cock as it continued to pulsate and release his seeds into her womb.

She started sobbing as her body shook involuntarily under him, her neck extended as she tried to catch her breath.

He stood up and picked her up, wrapping her in a towel before placing her in their bed. He licked up her tears and held her closer to him.

The aftermath of such lovemaking always had such effects on her. A feeling of sinking down after experiencing a height so ecstatic that the suddenness of the fall makes her whimper and sob.

He held her in his arms as he continued to caress her cheek, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as she calmed down.

He felt guilt rack through him every time. She was far too frail for him, for the kind of sex he was giving her. But every time he tried to slow down, to be gentle, it is she herself who begs for more.

She was free to say no to every advances, that much he made sure she knew. But she didn’t want it, she didn’t want to slow down.

As much as he was addicted to completely taking her in times of sexual hunger, she needs to be dominated completely by him just as much.

He knew he had to be gentle, but neither of them wanted it. No matter the consequence after, it seems like they couldn’t stop themselves from the overwhelming hunger they both feel.

Him, to dominate her and make her his in every way. And her, to be his submissive and to surrender to his will in every rough taking.

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He kissed her hair and whispered apologies until her breathing remained even and he can feel her arms hugging him tightly.

“It is fine daddy, don’t cry,” he was shocked to know he really was crying. He didn’t even realize when he started to feel so emotional that it made him tear up.

He looked into her eyes as her small hands reached out to his face and her slender fingers wiped his tears away.

“I liked it, daddy. I liked it very much,” she assured him, making him smile.

“I didn’t like seeing you so weak after our lovemaking, too overstimulated and blanked out, trying to catch your breath. It scares me, and yet it also excites me. The feeling of seeing you in that state arouses me even more, it scares me, honey,” he confessed, kissing her shoulder, the part he has marked countless times before.

“It doesn’t scare me, daddy. So it shouldn’t scare you. I crave for you as much as you do for me, I want to be yours completely in every way. I trust you, daddy. Please... mark me,” she begged him, moving her neck to expose her shoulder even more.

“You have already suffered so much tonight,” he tried to reign in his self-restraint but she shook her head and looked up at him with teary eyes.

“Please bite me, daddy, mark me as yours. And take me again, wildly, roughly, until I lose control of every thought, of every action. I want to be aware of nothing else but the way you make me yours,” she hardly finished what she was saying before she felt his teeth biting her shoulder hard, blood staining their sheets as he sat her on his lap, her legs forced to straddle him as he slammed back inside of her.

She let out a loud moan as she felt her walls stretched with each of his thrusts, her body a whimpering mess as she held into his shoulders. Her cries filled up the room and fuelled their lust.

Soon she is aware of nothing else but the way her walls were impaled on his shaft as she whimpered and cried and sobbed, begging him to fill her up with his seeds, to which he dutifully fulfilled.