Page 85 of Oblivion

“My psycho,” she says on a soft sigh.

We doze for a little, enjoying the quiet together before she speaks. “We have to get back to school,” she says on a yawn.

“We’re staying here tonight. You don’t have class until after lunch tomorrow, so we’ll go back home in the morning.”

“Okay,” she says sleepily. “Am I going to wake up to you fucking me?”

“I can’t help it that you tease me with that sexy little cunt in your sleep. It’s practically begging to get filled and fucked.”

Her laugh is high and happy sounding. “How exactly am I begging you when I’m asleep?”

“I’ll video you in the morning, then you can see how your cunt teases me,” I quip. “Let me up. I’ll go and grab us a drink. Then we can get some sleep before your needy cunt starts making demands again.”

The sound of her happy amusement fills my ears as I stride naked from our bedroom and head downstairs. Quickly circling the house, I lock the doors, sad that our house manager has already blown out all of the candles by the pool. Returning to the kitchen, I open the refrigerator and pull out the bottle of juice that I laced with a sedative earlier today.

Shaking the small bottle of her favorite juice, I grab one for myself and head back upstairs.

“Here,” I say, pretending to crack the lid on her bottle before I hand it to her and watch her drink half of it before I open my own and start to drink.

“God, I love this juice,” she says, sighing happily then lifting the bottle to her lips and drinking deeply until it’s empty. “I wish they made bottles that were twice the size because I’m always so disappointed when they’re gone.” Pouting, she glances at my bottle.

“The refrigerator is stocked full of them. I know how much you like them,” I say, taking a small sip of my own bottle before handing it to her. Climbing back into bed, I pull her into my arms, turn off the light, and wait for the sedative to take effect.

Thirty minutes later, her body is fully lax, and I carefully lift her head from my chest as I shuffle out from beneath her. Crossing to the closet, I find my bag and bring it back to the bed with me. Placing it down on the floor, I pull out the pre-dosed needle that’s full of a fertility drug that will increase our chancesof making a baby. According to Dr. Harris, it also increases the chance of a multiple birth, but I don’t mind. One baby will bind her to me. Twins or even triplets will ensure she’ll never be free again.

Wiping her skin with an antibacterial wipe, I uncap the needle and push it into her arm, plunging the liquid into her body without an ounce of remorse. Pulling the needle free, I recap it, then carefully put it back into the pouch and zip it closed. I have several more needles full of a different drug that I’ll need to give her daily if she gets her period, but I’ll cross that bridge if I can’t knock her up this month.

Stashing the bag back in the closet, I climb back into bed and roll to my side so I can stare at her. I need to take the plug out of her, but I’m not sure how long my cum needs to stay inside of her to give it the best chance of taking root.

Grabbing my cell, I set an alarm for an hour’s time, then curl myself around her back, holding my beautiful, perfectly filthy fiancée in my arms. When my eyes finally drift closed, it’s with a sense of settled peace that I haven’t felt in years.

The sound of my cell buzzing forces me awake, and I groan, the weight of sleep pinning me to the mattress. Blinking, I glance at Sammy beside me, her lips parted in sleep, soft kitten snores filling the silent night air.

Carefully pulling back the comforter, I shuffle down the bed and part her legs, putting myself at face level with her cunt and the plug that’s still inside of her. A part of me wishes I could keep her plugged anytime she’s not full of my dick, but she’s already going to be sore in the morning, and I don’t want to cause her any more pain.

I’ll need to take it easy on her tomorrow. Being inside of her is like fucking nirvana, but if I keep fucking her until she’s raw, she’ll start to try to say no to me, and that’s completely unacceptable.

I could use her ass or mouth, but I don’t want to waste my cum by filling either of her other two holes until she’s pregnant. After that I’ll spend a month worshipping her tight virgin ass and introducing her to the pleasure an elusive anal-only orgasm can give her.

Curling my fingers around the base of the plug, I slowly tug it out of her, then watch to see if there’s any of my cum left waiting to escape. Her cunt is stretched and wet, but nothing immediately starts to drip, so I slip out of bed, quickly wash the plug, then put it into my bag to go home with us in the morning.

Slipping back into bed, I lift her until she’s on top of me, then close my eyes and fight the urge to push my dick into her again.

The morning light is high and bright by the time Sammy’s aroused body starts to grind against my hardness. I wasn’t teasing her when I said her greedy pussy temps me to fuck it even while she’s asleep. Each morning that I’ve pushed into her unconscious body, it’s been because she’s been humping my morning wood until I was incapable of stopping myself from pushing inside of her.

I won’t deny that parting her legs and using her body while she’s sleeping doesn’t excite me, because it really fucking does. Knowing that she’s mine to use and that she can’t argue or fight or deny me because she’s asleep makes me so hard, and I know now that I’ve had a taste of her like that, I’ll always crave it.

If she hated it, I’d stop, but despite her halfhearted denial, she’s always wet and eager and enjoys my defilement of her sleeping body just as much as I do.

My wild one is a seriously kinky little kitten. How she ever thought she could be happy with the wannabe politician isbeyond me. He’s so vanilla he’s practically a melted scoop of ice cream. Sammy likes it dirty. She likes how wrong everything I’ve done to her is. She loves having her choices taken away from her, because deep down, she wants to be forced. The idea turns her on, and I’m more than happy to steal every choice but me away from her for the rest of our lives.

When a low needy moan pours from her lips, I smile to myself, then grab my cell and open the video app. Pulling off the covers, I press record just as her naked butt wiggles against my hard dick, leaving a line of slick wetness on me from where her gushing cunt is begging to get fucked.

Not moving, I record as she parts her legs, pushes her hand between them and searches for her clit while she slips up and down my cock, her eyes closed and her body still sleeping.

Once I’ve recorded a three-minute video of the way she’s shamelessly begging me to fuck her, I shuffle back, putting distance between us so she can’t grind against me. The lack of friction wakes her up, and she freezes, pulling her hand from between her thighs when she realizes what she’s doing.

“Good morning, Mrs. Morris.”

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