25 Days Of Yandere

December 25th, 2020.

"I love a good romance story, don't you?" I ask as my eyes rake over the beautiful form of the woman I adore that is currently bound to my bed.

Her arms tied above her head and her ankles restrained to the posts at the foot of the bed. Her clothing completely removed and replaced with only a hospital gown as coverage and it sure made her look tempting, especially when she thrashes about.

"Mmmpph!" Her gag keeps her nice and quiet, though I would love nothing more than to ravish her mouth. Her eyes covered as I wouldn't want her to be more frightened than she already is, even though she is safest where she lays.

My grin, I felt, couldn't get much wider as I stare down at her. Her little whimpers fill my ears and I couldn't help but feel proud of my hard work. It took a lot of watching, preparation, and protection to get her here and it all paid off.

I reach my hand out and touch her left leg. She jerks it, of course, but with it being tied, it can go nowhere.

"Shhhhh." I coo as my hand trails up her leg, my fingertips lingering at the edge of the gown. It had ridden up a little when she had started struggling, exposing more of her smooth skin. My tongue runs over my lips at the tantalizing expanse of skin.

I couldn't stop myself.

I lean down and lay a small lingering kiss on her mid-thigh, her skin tasting just as I remember. I close my eyes and saver the flavor before I reluctantly pull away, fixing her gown and pulling it back down to normal length.

My hand continues its ascent, making its way to her beautiful face. She had started pulling at the bonds on her hands by the time my fingers had reached her face. The blindfold covered in her tears from being scared. I can hear her begging through the gag, little as it can be, I know what she is saying.

'Where am I? Who are you? Are you going to kill me like the others?'

I want to laugh at her silly questions. They shall all be answered when I tell her the story of our love, then she will understand. I trail my fingers over her wet cheeks, drying them a little before softly petting her head.

"How about I tell you a love story...more specifically, OUR love story. Back when I first saw you. It all started December 1st, when you were rushed to the hospital....."