HIS BURIED SECRET (TRANS)

HIS BURIED SECRET 3

The same nightmare I had days ago woke me up again in the middle of the night but I was thankful that Grigor didn't because if he did, he'll ask me the same question that he did the last time.

"Did you drink your medicine?" he'll ask, and here I am with a reply of, "Yes, I did," but for some reason, I noticed that every time I will not drink my medicine whether intentional or not, I'm having weird nightmares, not the same one that I have right now because this one's really disturbing me. Probably because of the scream for help.

Nightmares which consists of a group of men chasing someone, an obscure scene of a man holding another man's hand, which in the next scenario, the man will choke the other and there's this weird wailing sound of a police siren in a smokey place and list of weird dreams goes on which doesn't show much of a complete picture of what's really happening. It actually has nothing to do with me but why do I dream of these?

For a moment, I stared myself at the mirror inside the bathroom and for some reason, there's this voice at the back of my head saying something about me that is missing. I feel incomplete and I don't know why when I shouldn't be, right? I have what I want. A place to stay and a loving, responsible husband except for our baby, but soon we will have one.

To wash away my uneasiness, I opened the faucet and started washing my face. I almost jump out of surprise when I saw Grigor behind me. I immediately grab the towel hanging beside me and wiped my face so that I could face him.

"Grigor! Nand'yan ka pala! Hindi ka man lang nagsalita."

He didn't say anything. Instead, he walked towards me and faced me back at the mirror so he can hug me from behind and at our reflection on the mirror.

"Grigor?"

He traced my lips with his fingertips down to my neck and started kissing it and leave a mark on it. I cannot help but moan with how good his kisses are.

"G-grigor. ." I tried to make him stop so that I can face him but instead of allowing me, he cornered me to where we are standing as his right hand starts to move its way up to my right boob and began to fondle it while the other hand goes down.

"Ah! G-grigor. . Mmh!" I felt embarrassed and turned on at the same time when I saw our reflection, as he easily controls my body with his hands and kisses and licks to my neck.

I tightly grab the side of the sink as his fingers play fast with my clitoris and I just can't stop myself from moaning.

"S-stop. . Please. . G-grigor. . H-hon. . Mmh!"

After my release, I saw Grigor smirked at me and positioned my body to bend over the sink.

"Grigor?"

"Not yet, Hon." he pulls down his pajama and lift my nightdress and parted my thighs.

All I can do is to watch him in embarrassment from the mirror.

He licked his lips before he went inside my pu--!

"Aah! . . H-hon? . . W-hat are you . . S-shi-! . . S-stop! . . Hon, stop!" I plead as he put the head of his dick inside my butthole. I can't help but open my mouth in awe as he forcefully and completely went inside me. I felt like being torn apart. Worst than my pussy being torn.

"Sshh. . It's gonna be good, Hon. Just like before." he whispered and bite the side of my ear.

What did he mean by, just like before? I can't remember if we did this already but as much as I know of, this is my first and it hurts like hell.

"R-really? D-did we?" I asked between my tears while my body's being roughly in front of the mirror. I looked so messed up and way naughtier than those bitches in porn.