His Possessive BedSlave

“Good Morning,” Yara hugged me from behind and kissed my nape. I am currently making breakfast for us. It’s been a week since she lives here and since then, making our food is my daily routine.

Everyone knows about us and they are happy. There is nothing wrong with trying. Ever since Yara and I put a label on our relationship she become sweeter. She does some of the household chores but not the cooking. I taught her once but it just ended up burning.

Love? I don’t know. Cause I don’t really know what is the meaning of love. Maybe when we were in college I could say love that I love her, because she was my first girlfriend. But now, I’m not sure. All I know is I want her beside me and fuck her all day. Aside from that, nothing more.

“I’m done, baby, can you prepare the table? I’ll go take a shower.”

“I want to join you.” I tightened my grip when she winked at me. I lowered the pan and turned to her and kissed her. “Eat me here, baby, please,” she said. Because of what she said my body got even hotter. The sheer size of Yara’s effect on my body and I also don’t know why. I picked her up and placed her on the table.

She spread her legs so I lowered my kiss. I lick and suck her gem. She grabbed my head and pressed even harder.

“Z-Zeus. You’re doing it well, oh fuck you, Zeus.” Yara drives me insane every time she cusses. Instead of being able to turn me off, I became more and more obsessed with what I was doing to make her happy. She lay on the table. Her back was close to the table. She massages her bosom, she even played her tits. I moved my tongue inside her and her hips moved even more.

I grabbed her bosom and massages her tits. She is already holding her head while playing with her hair. I lick her and suck her core.

“Zeus, Oh, Zeus, Ah!” Her body bends as she releases her cum.

“Bad, baby.” I spanked her thigh softly and spread her legs. “I’ll punish you now.”

“Punish me, master. I want your sweet and rough punishment.”

“Oh!” we both growled when I entered. “Your still tight, baby. I won’t get tired of fucking you.”

“Zeus, oh, Zeus, fuck me harder. Fuck you, your fucking hard and big.” This is not the first time Yara cussed during our sex. She used to cuss and talk dirty and every time she did it she drives me crazy. I feel like I’m losing myself when I hear her say it. It’s confusing to see her enjoying what I’m doing to her. I feel like I already own her. She is already mine. Not only a girlfriend but also my bed slave.

“Fuck, Zeus, make it deep. Deeper. Oh!” I thrust harder and spread her legs wider. I already know where she will be targeted to reach his g-spot. “Zeus, harder! You hit my g-spot. Fuck!”

“Fuck baby, moan more.”

“Zeus, Zeus ah!”

“I’m going to cum baby.”

“Me too!”

“Fuck, baby!”

“Z-Zeus a-ah!” Her eyes rolled, her pussy squirts and her voice and legs trembled. “F-fuck! it feels so good, Zeus.”

“Fuck!” I let out a few more stabs and release my loads inside of her. I was chasing for air and lay down on her top. “Fuck this morning sex. I won’t get tired of us doing this every day,” I whisper.

“Just do it, I won’t refuse. I am your girlfriend and a fucking bed slave.” I kissed her on the forehead because of what she said.

I invited her to take a bath with me before we eat. A bath that led to sex again. Lately, I had this strange feeling in my stomach. I feel like there are butterflies inside. Something like tickles every time I think of her or every time I think about our sex.

Yara is aggressive in bed. Sometimes I just wake up to how easy it is for her to make me happy. She always drives me crazy. There was this one time she suck me and I could do nothing but feel what she was doing. I can’t think properly every time she crosses my mind.

“That’s different, man.” Blaze tapped my shoulder so I looked at him carrying papers and laid down in front of me.

“Huh?”

“You still beat the newlyweds from the honeymoon.” I just gave him a smile at what he said. “When’s the wedding?” But I also lost my smile because of what he said.

“Married?” I wondered.

“Don’t tell me you have no plans to marry her?” I fix myself because of what he said. In an instant, I was thinking of myself. Do we really need to get married? “So no?” he added when I did not answer.

“I don’t know, too early to say.”

“You’re living together. You are committed to each other.”

“So?”

“You haven’t even given him any assurance for the future?”

“See, Blaze. Yara and I are ok. As long as she’s with me, I can assure her that she will be happy. Understand, sucker?”

“SEE, Zeus, Yara is a woman. Soon, she will realize that she doesn’t need only happiness. One day, she will wake up that she’s tired of being an option and she needs assurance in the future, and you can’t give it to her. She will look to it into another. Understand, man?” Fuck.

“Not that, it will not happen, Blaze.”

“You said so.”

“Hey, what’s with the commotion?” Dane entered and place her bag on the table.

“Nothing, Dane, just a little chitchat with Zeus. Anyway, I’m leaving cause I have a meeting. Think of it, man.” When Blaze left, Dane and I were the only two in my office.

“Hey, something wrong?”

“Nah, Blaze just blabbing some nonsense.” She just smile and set in front of me.

“It’s been a long time since he married Maggie and infected with her craziness.”

“Yeah. By the way, Dane, can I ask something?”

“Sure, spill it.”

“How important the marriage to a woman?”

“Ow, interesting.” She straightened up and smiled foolishly. “Every girl’s dream is to have a fantastic and fabulous wedding. Walking in the aisle, trying to catch everyone’s attention while her man waiting for her with the sound of their favorite song. I don’t know the feeling of being in that situation, but one of my dreams is to have a fab wed.”

“Let’s say not about the celebration.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, let’s set aside the ceremony, the celebration, and such. Let’s stick to the word wedding itself. Tieing a knot with the man.”

“Ow, that’s what you mean? Well, It’s very important for us women to marry the man we love. We feel precious, important. Imagine, a man is willing to tie with us and wants to be together for life. Aside from that, we feel secure, maybe because the woman’s mindset is when you get married, he will be yours. Let’s say, I don’t feel like I’m at a loss that I trusted you and gave my heart because you eventually married me. Marry me, and using your last name means you gave me the right to enter your life and have rights over you and your decisions. ”

“Is that an assurance, Dane? I mean, how did marriage become an assurance?”

“When you’re married, I’m yours, you’re mine, is the drama. Even if you have someone else, I still own you. I’m your wife so I have the right also to whatever decision you make.” I was just shaken. For me, marriage is just a paper. And honestly, I don’t see any assurance in marriage. I already know many who got married and when they had many children then separated for various reasons. So where is the assurance there?

“What if you’re not included in his decisions. Let’s say you’re just married on paper to satisfy you? Because marriage or not, if he wants to divorce later, he can still do it, right? If he wants to cheat, he can still cheat. I can’t find assurance of forever and faithfulness in the word marriage. ”

Understanding the relationship is still important even without marriage. Or maybe I just don’t feel what it really means or I just don’t want to understand.

“Listen, fucker, marriage is a big deal, especially in the Philippines where there is no divorce. There is an annulment but only for those who have money. That’s why other women, feel important when their partner offered them marriage not thinking about what they have entered. You’re right When you said that marriage is not an assurance so that you can say that you really are. But if you want your girl to be happy, give her the satisfaction that she needs, by giving her the assurance of marrying her.”

I just closed my eyes. I can marry anytime, I can file an annulment as well. I have money and connections. I am not talking about assurance only. I want that if I want to get married I’m sure that I am with her and we really are. It’s just like Dane said earlier that ‘I have to be willing to tie myself up and let her come into my life and be a part of whatever decision I make.

“You don’t want to marry her?” I did not answer. “Then why did you ask me to marry you if you are not sure about getting married?”Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

“Dane, you and her are different. I mean, fuck, how can I explain it?”

“No need, I get it. But see Zeus, you have to look at her like how you look at me. I don’t know what the two of you have, but, keep in your mind, she’s still a woman who needs love and understanding.”

Dane and Yara are different. I know Dane since I was a kid. If there is a woman who understands me and I am free to say anything, it’s her. No judgment, she understands everything. She knows me for than anyone.

Yara — I like her, I am comfortable with her. I want her to stay with me but I still had a doubt that what if I can’t give her everything she wants. What if I disappoint her because she wants something different from what I want? What if I disappoint him?

‘Fuck you, Blaze, you make think like this.’