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Midari Ending

As you sat on the bed, your body was rippling with the roleplay that your wife insisted on doing constantly. It was so hot, to see her turned on beyond reason.

"What's going on? Why am I tied up?" you asked, pretending to struggle against your restraints. "I don't care what you are doing here. I really don't. It's not my business. I can help you find whatever you're looking for. I'll tell the cops you don't remember anything because you got knocked out. You don't want to hurt the princess of Japan."

"No, I don't want to hurt you." Midari clicked her tongue. "I'm here for your own good."

"Why are you in here then? Are you going to do something to me?"

"Probably." Midari snickered.

"Are you going to kill me?"

She snorted.

"I'm not gonna kill you! I told you, I'm here for your pleasure."

"Are you going to kill me after?"

"I mean, if I have to," she shrugged. "Can't have fun with a corpse though. Even when it's the body of a fine, upstanding citizen such as yourself."

"What happens now?"

"It's not my call but this could play out a lot of different ways." She stood up and leaned against the desk. "You have options."

"You could let me go!" You pretend to be distraught, "Say I slipped the ropes! Nothing changes in your life."

"Sorry. That's not the goal here."

"But it's okay, you won't get in trouble." you smiled and tilted my head. "You can say I escaped. It wouldn't be your fault. We can make it look like you broke the pipe while you were fixing the bed or something. They'll never know. I'll keep my mouth closed."

"Are you for real right now? You think, what, I'm some kind of sucker you can bat your eyelashes at, and I'm just gonna blow up my life for you? What do you think happens to me if I don't finish what I started? My reputation?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant at all! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. I just wanted you to like me and think I was a good person so that you'd want me to live!"

"I already want you to live." She crouched down. "Are you? A good person?"

"Honestly? I think so." Your eyes shined up at her, making her pulse race.

"I'm not a good person." She ran her fingers through my hair and pushed it behind my ear. My heart raced.

"You seem okay to me." Your lips were ripe for kissing, but she held back for the sanctity of the scene.

"No, I'm not." She put her hand around your throat. "Are you scared of me?"

"No."

She tightened her grip.

"I'm not scared of you," you said, brain slowly getting a high from the lack of oxygen

She took out a revolver, spun the chamber, and pointed it at my face. You didn't blink.

"Do you think I'm going to hurt you?"

"No." You insisted. "You said."

She dragged the nose of the gun along your lips. With pleasure coursing through you, you shifted your legs.

"Do you think I'm going to hurt you?"

"No," you whispered. "You're going to pleasure me."

You licked the length of the barrel and slowly moved it in and out of your mouth. You could taste the cold metal and gunpowder.

She lifted the hem of my sundress with the barrel. You opened your legs. She pushed aside your underwear with the nose and entered you carefully. The ropes buckled under your weight as she delicately fucked you with the gun.

She licked your cum off the barrel and set the gun on the bedside table. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a hunting knife. You held your breath. She cut your dress off in one long, ragged stroke and held the blade against your throat. Your pussy throbbed.

"I could kill you right now."

"You won't."

She cut off your bra and prodded your erect nipples with the tip of the knife.

"What would you do if you cut you?"

"You wouldn't."

She got on her knees and you could see down her shirt. Her round breasts swung as she pulled off your underwear. Her hands were rough against your skin. You gyrated your hips, but she was just out of reach.

She lightly traced the blade along your bare skin and applied slight pressure. The sensation was orgasmic. She accidentally nicked my inner thigh and then she licked the blood away.

She pulled me into her lap so that we faced each other. She gripped your ass and lightly bit your nipples. Your wrists were still tied to the bed. She sucked your breasts and ran her fingernails down your back. You held onto the restraints as you neared climax.

Her face was smothered in your tits when her phone vibrated. She kept grinding as she checked her texts.

"Fuck." Her face fell

"What?" you wondered if she was breaking character"What's happening?"

"No time." She fumbled with the ropes. "End scene, Dad's here."

You frantically pulled free and grabbed your shredded clothes. You heard faraway voices but couldn't make out what they were saying.

"Darling, YN? Your father has arrived to give you congratulations on your nuptials!"

"Oh my God!" you gasped and put your hand to your mouth. "So embarrassing! Help me get dressed!"

"C'mon, let's go!" She yanked your arm. "Move your ass!"

The terror churning in the pit of your stomach gave way to exhilaration. As you arrived in your closet, Midari threw clothing at you. She hadn't been head of the beautification committee for nothing. you were struck by her beauty.

"I always knew you were, what do they call it..." You smiled as you pulled your clothes on, "ride or die!"

"But mostly die." Midari laughed. "Let's go greetDad. Try not to get me too excited!"