Dealing with the Devil [Yandere x Reader]

Chapter 45 - Fantasy 🔞

Christian shook his head slowly, a small, condescending smile playing on his lips. "Come now, you can do better than that. What positions do you imagine? What do you think about him doing to you?"

I can't believe he's making me do this.

I shifted uncomfortably, my face burning with shame and arousal. "I... I imagine him on top of me, kissing my neck and... and touching me all over."

"Where exactly does he touch you?" Christian pressed, his voice low and intense.

I took a deep, shuddering breath, my heart pounding in my chest. "My breasts... and between my legs."

"And then what happens?"

Oh god, I can't believe I'm saying this out loud.

"Then... then he enters me and... and we make love."

Christian's eyes darkened with desire, and he leaned back in his chair, a self-satisfied smirk playing on his lips. "I see. And does he make you come?"

I nodded mutely, unable to meet his gaze.

"With his cock or his fingers?"

I can't believe he's asking me this.

"Both," I whispered, my face burning with humiliation.

"Mmm, I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?" he purred, his voice dripping with suggestion. "Having another man's hands all over you, his cock buried deep inside you."

I shifted uncomfortably, my thighs clenching involuntarily at his words.

"But you know you're mine, don't you?" he continued, his tone taking on a possessive edge. "No one else gets to touch you like that. No one else gets to make you come."

He leaned forward again, his gaze intense and unwavering. "Say it."

"I... I'm yours," I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Louder," he commanded.

"I'm yours," I repeated, my voice trembling slightly.

A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips. "Good girl. Now, let's discuss the next rule..."

Christian leaned back in his chair, studying me with a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Now that we've covered your thoughts about other men, let's move on to something a little more... personal."

I shifted uncomfortably, my heart pounding in my chest.

What else could he possibly want to know?

"Tell me about your fantasies," he said, his voice low and intense. "And I want details."

I felt my face flush with heat, my mouth suddenly dry. "I... I don't really have any fantasies," I lied, unable to meet his piercing gaze.

Christian tsked, shaking his head slowly. "Now, now, we both know that's not true. Don't make me punish you for lying."

A shiver ran down my spine at his words, and I swallowed hard. "Okay, fine. I... I sometimes fantasize about being dominated."

A slow, wolfish grin spread across his lips. "Go on."

I took a deep, shuddering breath, my mind racing as I tried to decide how much to reveal. "I imagine being tied up and... and used for someone else's pleasure."

"Whose pleasure?" he pressed, his eyes darkening with desire.

"Yours," I whispered, my face burning with shame and arousal.

Christian leaned forward, his gaze intense and unwavering. "And what exactly do you imagine me doing to you?"

Oh god, I can't believe I'm saying this out loud.

"I... I imagine you tying me up and... and teasing me until I'm begging for release."

"Mmm, and then what happens?" he purred, his voice dripping with suggestion.

I took a shaky breath, my thighs clenching involuntarily. "Then... then you take me, hard and rough, using me however you want."

Christian's eyes darkened with lust, and he licked his lips slowly. "And do you come for me in this fantasy?"

I nodded mutely, unable to meet his gaze.

"With my cock or my fingers?"

I can't believe he's asking me this.

"Both," I whispered, my face burning with humiliation.

"Mmm, I bet you'd love that, wouldn't you?" he purred, his voice low and seductive. "Being completely at my mercy, helpless to resist as I take my pleasure from you."

I shifted uncomfortably, my core aching with need.

"But you know that's not just a fantasy, don't you?" he continued, his tone taking on a possessive edge. "You're mine to use however I see fit. Your pleasure is secondary to mine."

He leaned forward again, his gaze boring into me. "Say it."

"I... I'm yours to use," I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Louder," he commanded.

"I'm yours to use," I repeated, my voice trembling slightly.

A slow, predatory smile spread across his lips. "Good girl. Now, let's discuss another rule..."

As he launched into the next item on his list, I couldn't help but squirm in my seat, my mind reeling from the explicit nature of our conversation. 

Part of me was mortified, ashamed at having revealed such intimate details about my desires. 

But another part of me, a darker, more primal part, was undeniably aroused by his dominance, his complete disregard for boundaries.

I knew, deep down, that this was wrong – that I should be running as far away from this man as possible. But something kept me rooted in place, a twisted fascination with the depths of his depravity and my own willingness to submit to it.

As he continued to lay out his rules, each one more controlling and possessive than the last, I found myself nodding along, powerless to resist his iron will. And in that moment, I knew that I was well and truly his, body and soul.