Married Life, Chapter 3
Married Life, Chapter 4
Slick. Warm. Wet. Her sweet little entrance gave little fight against my fingers pulsing inside it, using a come hither motion to stroke the sweet spots that made her mewl. Easily I could probe deeper, aided by the lubrication she was providing, so much that it had begin to drip down her trembling thighs.
Playfully I swept my thumb along her clit, watching her nipples grow tight as the new sensations swept down her body. Gasping, breathing quickly, her breasts heaving from the spasms caused by the strokes.
"P-Please, I can't take this much longer Light!"
Her voice was tinged with pain, making it even higher pitched than normal. This. This is what made this hell of mine bearable. Watching this small little body being completely at my disposal, to do with as I pleased, fully, with no restrictions. Each mewl, yelp, moan and cry were all caused by my hands, playing with her nerves like a fine tuned instrument. Sex wasn't a sweaty act of passion. No, it was a time of pure and clear control over my follower. Misa had given herself to me, body and soul, and there was no greater pleasure than knowing others would throw themselves at my feet to do the same.
I was their God. I was the cause of her ecstasy.
Using the edge of my nail I dug in, toeing the line between pleasure and pain to bring her teetering on the brink of climax, her juices flowling freely down my hand while I relentlessly toyed with her body.
"Light!!"
Without warning she came, arching her spine involuntarily, the much thicker juices coating my fingers that were more slowly coaxing her to continue. Wave after wave shook her body until she finally lay silent against the bed, the only sounds in the room our combined breathing.
"Good. You've learned to be quiet."