Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert - Sex Stories

Mistress Cruel Love - Chapter 3 - Deviated Prevert

Darius leaned against the bathroom counter and inspected himself in the mirror. He needed a break from his chores and his sore nose was itching fiercely. Ultimately, he could do nothing but gaze at his nostrils and try to will the discomfort away. His septum piercing was still healing and would be for another six to seven weeks.

Heather had insisted he get more body candy. For reasons he still didn't fully understand, Darius had gone along with it. Alcohol had not been a factor this time. She hadn't even pressed him that hard. All it took was “Do it, Dana!” and his will had folded like a cheap tent.

Darius removed his shirt and examined his torso up and down. He had multiple ear piercings, the “Property of Heather” tattoo just above his manhood and now the nose ring. It drooped below his nostrils, silvery white crystals gleaming in the bathroom light. They stood out remarkably against his dark skin. The contrast was even greater when he wore lipstick.

He knew Heather wasn't done with his body. He accepted that she would decorate him, alter him, dominate him as she pleased. He put up with it. He allowed it. If he was honest, he'd even started to embrace it. It excited him.

How was that possible? Was it voodoo? Had a hex been cast on him? Had he taken a blow to the head? Was it nothing but man's oldest and most cruel folly: true love? No explanation made sense to Darius. Everything he'd seen, heard and been taught since he was a boy made it explicitly clear this ...

... was not the way men behaved. Not real men anyway. Not respectable members of society. This was the realm of degenerates and perverts.

*knock knock knock*

“Pookie, you in there?”

“Yup! Be right out!”

Darius ran the cold water, splashed some on his face and toweled off his hands. It didn't help his aching nose any but it was better than nothing. It was surprisingly humid for a late spring day. The mugginess had prompted his bathroom break.

He stepped into the hallway to find Heather waiting for him. She leaned against the wall, dressed in a sleek, black, satin nightgown. Thin spaghetti straps ran from her shoulders down to lacy black holsters that held up her milky B-cups. The garment extended into shiny, solid black as it flowed down her torso and fitted to her plump curves and wide hips; terminating just below her sex.

Her thick thighs and pudgy arms, features she'd once been self-conscious of, were on full display. She wielded her body like a weapon now that she understood its full power over Darius. The poor man could only stand there and try not to drool on himself as he drank in her silky, rotund glory. They'd purchased the lingerie weeks ago, but this was the first time she'd worn it.

“Hey! What do you think?”

Darius smiled. “You look amazing, babe.”

“Thanks!” she said with a grin and a blush. She turned from side to side a few times, showing off her new favorite sleepwear. Her cheerful expression faded into a scowl when she noticed Darius was ...