All Chapters of My Husband And A Lover: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Diana's POV - I sat up on Johnson's bed, after being used by him. I hated the manner my blood simply raced in wild anticipation with the concept of what extra might be left on me, of the extra ache I changed into going to receive. I hated the concept of all of the Doms who had steadied me with a hand on my lower back once I shouted and cried and cringed away.They might patiently pat my ass and slowly increase me again right into a role for extra punishment to happen. Perhaps, I might quickly be in a darkish, merciless torture room, the type from tit torture videos. Perhaps, I might be withinside the one which had such things as tables and spanking benches, or I'll be in a room that had some distance extra evil setups.Or there would be a whole lot of uncomfortable metallic bars and timber torture setups, iron posts and big suspension hooks, drills, and perhaps, needles of all sizes. Perhaps, I might be tied down, whimpering in terror with an inflatable gag, even as he

Diana's POV - "Hush. This would not cease till I'm executed with you and there may be not anything you could do approximately that reality. Take what you are given." Great said.I could not forestall from crying at that, even though it wasn't due to the reality of what he said. It was due to the fact the phrases despatched arousal instantly to my clit, like lightning scorching via my abdomen, so tough that it made my intercourse experience heavy, so terrible that it made the interior of me throb in warm, torturous want. I panted and then I cried out in a broken, begging sound while he persevered, one blow after every other. And the alternative horrible element approximately it. Once more, it was the reality that he became so fucking controlled. Every closing strike was actually deliberate, so coldly calculated, and observed via professional skill.My inner monologue broke and I dissolved into begging instead. I never desired him to pressure me or desired h

Doctor Great's POV - Bunnies have been so small, so damn frightened, so candy, and dragons like me have been continually those you had to look at for. They have been large, with great armored scales, and they breathed fire after they coveted, they took via way of means of jealous force. Why could each person ever warn the large, horrific dragon of the way adorable bunnies have been after they chattered up to speak to their monster captor? And why could the dragon ever assume to be cautious of that second after they held a bunny caged via way of means of their coiled tail? No dragon could ever assume their rabbit could even need to speak with them, not to mention how downright candy they could be. There wasn't any damage in stroking their gentle fur and delighting in how cuddly they have been. It became the form of component that made a dragon snuggle near his little torture toy, so near that he'd by no means note while an arrow went proper via the unmarried

Diana's POV - Johnson walked into the dungeon with his slave at night. We curled up on the dungeon bed. Johnson's slave painted her nails the color of red, she had requested permission to apply, and Johnson constantly was given this smooth, adoring appearance whilst his slave requested for small things as that. Johnson's slave painted her nails whilst there has been a knock at the door. She stared at the door with me, raising her nail polish. She'd faster maim herself than mar the color of red her Master cherished. "He knocks on the door," Johnson whispered to me. I shuddered and ultimately opened the door. My coronary heart stuttered at the sight of the crimson rose, a note of where I should find him, and a dress beside it on the floor. I rested my head towards the door for a second, taking withinside the reality that this had become the maximum playfully dramatic invitation I'd ever had in my existence. It was like a fairy story,

Diana's POV - The next day, Doctor Great dressed me. I've been here in a mentally darkish, atypical place for days. These games with him had a bizarre aspect of creating my experience as I changed into coming across a deeper degree of pressure and submission.  My cane tracks had broadly dwindled over the times and the ache changed into long past with the aid of using it. I have become a horrific little demon masochist.  He wore me a black dress, one which crawled in a lace sample over my breasts and up my clavicle, even though it ended there in a sleeveless cut. The feeling of getting my shoulders naked made me experience vulnerable, in few atypical manners.  I glanced back at Doctor Great while he tied it and he smiled at me. He touched the lovable black bunny ears on my head and I smiled nervously. "Let's cross and get you positioned from your misery." Misery changed into proper and the reminder ended the distraction the dress had giv