Mary_Algen_Guiang1

WARNING: Mature Content.

Winner of WPC #197 (Silver)

The handmaiden's hurried footsteps can be heard in the hallway, followed by a loud slamming of the door. 
When we were finally left alone, Rin's calm voice can be heard, "I don't like that maid of yours, I will have to get you a new one within the week." 

I nodded, by this time I am used to having my handmaidens changed. He took the comb and started combing my hair, his dark eyes looking straight into my eyes, the sheer perfection of his face in contrast to my ever-plain-looking face. 

I looked away, I can't bear looking at it, it reminds me of the book that I'm in and how this is not a fairytale. He held me by the shoulders and asked in a cold voice, "Why do you look away? Is the idea of us still so intolerable for you?"

I don't know how to answer him so I just nodded and bit my lower lip. He carried me to bed as he kissed my hair. Then, he laid me on the bed, his eyes boring through mine.
 
"I hate that you are afraid of me, and that the idea of us is unacceptable to you. But right now, the only thing making you stay with me is fear of what I'd do if I lose you, I have no choice but to hold onto it. Forgive me Maru, I have no choice but to cherish the fear I have inflicted on you."

He disrobed me, his calloused hands rough against my skin, feeling, touching, and leaving warmth where it landed. I winced every time his fingers land on a bruise, or on some of the fresh marks he placed there last night.

"Do you want this?" he asked me as his fingers curled against my breasts, pinching one taut nipple after the other. 

I nodded, unable to deny under his skeptical gaze, I moaned in pleasure when his lips replaced his touch. His tongue licked on a pinkish bud and then sucked so very gently. 

"Tell me, any time you want me to stop, Maru. One word, that is all I need," he whispered and I blushed as I was reminded that I never stopped his assaults. 

I was powerless against my own needs, in the modern human world, it seems I am a submissive. And right here taking me in for another torturous night, is my dominant.

I am married to Rin Saito, the most powerful monarch this world has ever seen, and I... I think I may have found my master in him. 

"Raise your hands for me, raise them above your head, and clasp them together," he whispered, his mouth barely an inch from my ear. 

I obliged, my body trembling from desire and fear combined, anticipating his next orders and feeling my body give in to his control.

He took a silky rope he has been keeping on the drawers of the bedside table, and smiling, bounded up my wrists.
"Tighter?" his sadistic smile made him a bit more benevolent in my eyes. I trembled from excitement as I nodded my head.

He tightened my bind and leveled his head with mine, then he dipped his head, claiming my lips as I squirm helplessly against him. He opened my lips and slid his tongue inside my throat, my own saliva dripping down my neck.

"Beautiful, my beautiful Maru," I heard him whisper as his hands continued to travel down, stroking and sliding gently down my skin until it reached my undergarments. 

"You shouldn't even bother with this, you know of my appetite. I told you not to wear them at night, my love, do you really want to be punished that badly?" I moaned, his lips curving in a proud smile.

"I like it when you lose yourself in shameless pleasure. I like it when I can sully the princess and turn her into my queen," he claimed my lips more possessively.

The Male Lead is Obsessed with Me (Book 2)

"Hey, come in," she invited him, trading her loafers for a pair of comfortable fluffy pink slippers.

He smiled at how cute she looked. She definitely love cute things. He took note of that.

He appreciates her style as well. He has some cute stuffs at home too. He wondered if she would approve of them too.

He should definitely buy some cute stuffs for her. He just needed to save money from his allowance so he could afford some.

There was an extra pair of those fluffy slippers, exactly identical thing but this time purple. She offered for him to wear it.

Of course he obliged, removing his rubber shoes and trading them in for the fluffy slippers. By gods they were comfortable.

"Sorry about this mess," she said as she ushered him inside.

It was messy indeed. Clean but definitely messy. Her clothes were everywhere for one, and there were papers everywhere. Thick pile of documents, he thinks.

iv. Invitation