He looks so fucking cute when he's scared and on the verge of crying. It makes me go even crazier~

Adrian finally stopped wriggling and trying to make his way out of my grasp after I've beaten him. Seems like violence really is the way around everything. I understand why humans go to war, now. I realize why they're so obsessed with power and conflict. It feels nice to have someone crack at my mercy, knowing how I hold his life in my hands and there's nothing he can do to stop me. 

My nails make a lewd noise as I trace my fingers, and find the outline of the panties before putting them over to the side. I grab his dick, and it twitches in a REALLY cute way that makes me go even crazy over this power trip. I slide down on his thick cock, and it kinda hurts, since we hadn't been doing foreplay, but I don't give a fuck about anything at this point.

My head kicks back and my long hair touches my tailbone as I bask in the feeling of his cock penetrating my insides. I feel my walls coiling around him, like it was some sort of hospitality, greeting their guest. I stay still for a moment, and I open my eyes to see the lighting on the ceiling. A smirk breaks out on my face before I slowly turn my head down, and see my cutie's scared face. 

He's looking to the side. Seeing his quivering lips, I lick the bottom of my lip, before comforting him.

I put one arm on the bed while still being on top of him. I delicately and gently caress his jaw and neck with affection,

"Don't worry, darling. You just needed some motivation to calm down. Now that we've got that out of the way,"

I bring my hips up making his dick feel all the folds inside me before I slam back down on his hips in an instant. He yelps and his eyes are shot wide open as he wheezes.

"Let's get started!~"

-

I keep moving up and down on his fat cock, my hands on his waist as I'm on top of him. 

"T...There. Are you *thrust* feeling good yet, *thrust* honeybee? I know *thrust* I AM!!"

After a while, I rest for a brief moment to catch my breath and rest my hands on my bare naked thighs for comfort. I look down at Adrian, and I adore his semi-wet hair. From the looks of it, it seems to drying up pretty quickly since his body heat is high from the sex. It's waving to his right side. I snap my head and see there's a mirror where his head is facing. His eyes are still closed, and I can also make out a faint tear trying his best not to leave his left eye, but it's on the verge of getting out. 

I put my hands on his jaws and order,

"Open your eyes"

His eyes open up slowly, with the tear falling down to his right side. He sees the reflection of me on top of him from the mirror, gasping with surprise.

"I

*thrust*

OWN

*thrust*

YOU!!~"

He yelps and whimpers cutely as I bring my hips down on him, with his hands clutching the white sheets on the mattress.

"SAY IT!!*thrust* SAY THAT I OWN YOU!!"

Adrian rapidly nods. Seeing how cute and vulnerable he is, I put my hands around his neck, and adjust my hands around his Adam's apple. I apply just a little pressure. Not enough to choke him or anything, but enough to establish dominance.

"I SAID,

*thrust*

SAY IT,

*thrust*

SAY IT YOU FUCKING WHORE!!! *thrust*"

"Y...You...*sniffle* o....wn...m...mee...e *wheeze*", Adrian cries out.

A diabolical grin spreads across my face as he says these words.

-

The view from up here looks amazing. And fuck, the cold breeze feels nice on my bare naked skin. I take a final drag from my cig and throw it from the top. I walk back into the room, pick up my metal cigarette case, and open it up. 

"F..Fuck. I'm all out of cigs.", I mourn.

I throw the cig case on the bed in protest and it lands close to Adrian before my eyes fall on him. He's all covered up with the sheets, up to his neck. His hair is sweaty from the sex, and his hand peeks out the sheet. He's still clutching onto them. It seems like I really did fuck him up tonight, but it was needed. Some other bitch tried to take him away from me, and I'm just supposed to let that happen? No way. 

I walk up to his side of the bed before sitting down. I comfort his body through the thick sheets,

"It's okay. You did amazing there honeybee. It's nice that I didn't have to restrain you or choke you out. At least we're progressing in that department, right?", I giggle while my hand moves up and down on his body. His body heat is penetrating the sheets and radiating like crazy, surprising me.

"Did you have THAT much fun, darling? I mean, I know we went for like 4 rounds...a..and I know your personal record is like... a 3 in a single night. But it had to be done. I've marked you as my territory now."

Adrian doesn't respond. His eyes are still closed and his breaths are large, almost like wheezes. I sigh and bring my hands over his face, moving his hair out of his face before I cup my hand on his jaw. My hand is INSTANTLY jerked back as it feels like I've just touched a red hot dry iron.

"W...What the fuck?", I think to myself.

I regain composure and touch his forehead with my palm facing me and four fingers making contact with him. The heat makes me flinch but I endure the pain and feel his forehead up.

"Y...You're burning up, Adrian. A...Are you feeling sick..?", I question him.

Adrian opens his eyes mid-way before nodding slowly.

My heart aches as I see Honeybee's shivering face. Did I make him sick? Surely not right? 

"F..Fuck, okay, okay... I know a hospital around here. I'll call them up and request a doctor. Everything we'll be fine, okay?" 

I get up and grab my phone. I start walking back and forth in the room nervously before finding the contact number. Adrian gazes at me with a weary face, and he looks at me with curiosity brewing up on his face.

"Yes, I'm Anita. Yes, my team and I, recently helped your hospital let go of that Doctor with that lawsuit, yes. Uh-huh. Okay listen, I'm in downtown at XXXXX and I need a private Doctor at the hotel. Yeah, money isn't an issue, I'll pay them a large amount. Make it quick, I think my husband is in critical condition. Okay, thank you.", I request a doctor as I end the call and put my phone down.

Adrian's face turns into a VERY faint smile as he nods before closing his eyes again and opening his mouth, drawing out large breaths. Since help is going to be a bit late, I get up and get a bowl from the room service tray and I fill it up with warm water. I grab a towel from the bathroom and douse it in the bowl, before wringing it all out. I go and sit by Adrian's side, before using some water on my fingers to make his hair move out of the way. I apply the warm towel on his forehead, and he moans,

"a-ah~"

-

The doctor takes her stethoscope out of her ears as she lifts her hands off Adrian's wrist and states,

"It's nothing too severe. His blood pressure is a bit higher than normal Your husband just has a cold. It's probably the cause of being overworked or being drenched in rainwater, or any time of water for too long. Seeing how we're in summer, we can easily eliminate rain and see that he'd being overworked."

My heartbeat fastens up as she says this. I did deny him to dry himself up in the heat of the moment, but that wouldn't cause an illness, right? I'd already clothed him up after we fucked, so that should've helped him dry up, right?? Maybe I did go too far by squeezing out the last drops of cum out of his dick on that 4th session. I didn't think I'd make him ill or anything. God, I feel so fucking guilty now. I listen to the doctor intently and nod.

"You said your husband...what's his name, again?"

"Adrian", I reply.

"Right, Adrian"

The doctor flips through her scribbling pad, and explains even further,

"Seeing how he's in university, he might've been studying too much and taking less frequent breaks."

The doctor then turns to me as she clears her throat.

"You need to be supporting him, okay? He doesn't know it, but he's been overworking himself to his limits. You need to step in and put an end to his reckless behavior. If this keeps on going, he'll end up hurting himself." The doctor states with a daunting tone. The scene is almost as if a mother is scolding her child for something that the child wasn't supposed to do.

She sighs and takes a look at Adrian with a concerned face. The doctor lifts up his tee, and right before I can stop her, she sees his stomach, recoiling with a gasp.

"W-What the fuck...?"

The doctor puts on a surgical glove before tracing her fingers up and beyond his scars. I didn't realize how bad they truly were, until now. She snaps her head towards me, and demands.

"What the fuck does this mean, Anita?"

"I- I don't know anything about those...w...wow...t..they look pretty horrible. Maybe he got them at a fight or something?", I try my best to fight my way out of the situation

The doc inspects the scars with an angry look before resuming,

"These aren't scars caused by fights. These are caused by long and hard ropes."

The doctor pokes them slightly, causing Adrian to gasp and wince.

"Like they've been getting hit by something for a long time."

I realize if I keep letting the doctor instigate even further, I'll get caught. I scoff and take my wallet out before removing a bunch of $100 bills as much as my fist can hold, before extending my arm to her.

"Don't say a single word about any of those scars at the hospital.", I state with an intimidating tone.

The doctor whimpers before resuming with shock, 

"I don't know what's the situation with you and your husband or the relationship you hold with him."

The doctor looks back at Adrian's weary face.

"But you shouldn't hurt him this bad. Knowing that YOU caused these scars, makes me wonder if..."

The doctor puts her hands to her chin putting the pieces of the puzzle together, thinking about something, before her face lights up like she just had an epiphany. She snaps her head back at me.

"I..It isn't a far-out possibility that YOU made him fall sick."

My face turns sour, and I'm starting to seethe in my own mind. The doctor stands up and takes his temperature and groans,

"He's getting there."

She takes a bunch of bandages out of her bag and starts wrapping Adrian around his scars. After she's done, she wipes her brow and resumes writing something on her pad, before tearing out a piece of paper and handing it to me.

"Here. Some medicine for inflammation. I've also prescribed some ointments that'll help him heal those scars and ease up the pain. I've already wrapped him up. You need to go to a hospital with him and redress those every other day. Keep nursing him, at least for tonight, and make sure he takes those pills after he's had something to eat, like dinner.", The doctor declares.

"O...Okay, I'll do that, doc...just don't say anything to the higher-ups, okay?"

The doctor looks at me with a scary face, and squinting her eyes, 

"I don't want your money, but I guarantee you one thing."

She leaves a short break before continuing,

"Anita, if he dies, or I get to know he died a few months later down the line, I won't even hesitate."

She scoffs before adjusting her coat and slamming the door close on her way out.

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