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Yes Master

Novel By: kerryl86

*(FINISHED)*My name is Monica and I am owned by my master. I do anything and everything he says even the texts during the middle of the night to meet him or catch him climbing in my bed at night. I am his property and there is no way of getting out it. At least for now I thought. At least until I started falling in love with him and then finding a lot a lot of things about my past that started to all make sense. View table of contents...

Submitted:Jun 8, 2014    Reads: 890    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   

It was Saturday night already and Stephen had not told me anything that was going on. Every time that I asked him he would just change the subject really fast and dodge me at all cost. I had just but the baby down in his room and was slowly walking into our bedroom. I saw Stephen putting a gun behind his back in his pants and then strap a few knifes on each side of his ankles. He looked up at me and I guess I just stood there shocked as if I had been caught doing something I wasn't supposed to be doing.

"You don't have to do this. You can walk out now they know we have a son and you can just walk out" I said to him

"I know but I want it to end all together."

"You would risk your life right now. You are home. You have a wife. You have a son. You would risk all of that just so you can what kill my father. Who gives a flying fuck about him? I surely don't!" I raised my voice louder which I know was pissing him off.

"Don't ever say that again. I am doing this to protect us. So no one will come after you and our son again!" he got up and started walking towards the dresser to get his car keys.

"You are done Stephen you are done with it. Just let it be. Be happy. You have us."

"It doesn't work that way. You know I don't quit until a job is done. That's not how I was taught" he demanded

"By who the Marines? You are not in the military any more. You are in the fucking civilian world!"

"It doesn't fucking matter I finish everything I start" he said

"If that were true you wouldn't have fallen in love with me and married me"

I think I honestly struck a nerve with him. He just turned and glared at me. Like I was about to die myself.

"I have to go" he said pushing by me and walking out into the hallway.

"I won't be here when you come back!" I shouted

That stopped him right in his tracks and he turned around and looked at me.

"Are you fucking serious?" he glared at me

"Yes" even though I wasn't. But I didn't know if he was believing me or not.

"After everything I did to keep us together and be a family you would leave and take my son with you" he said

"Yes" I said as my eyes started to tear up.

He just closed his eyes and lunged at me. Shoving his tongue into my mouth and pressing me up against the wall. I just wrapped my arms around his neck and let him push me up against the wall and grind myself against me.

He started kissing down my neck and biting it hard. As I could feel him getting hard against me.

"You wouldn't leave" he whispered in my ear

"Try me baby" I kind of figured that this little fight was turning him on. I felt him pull down my pajama pants. I wasn't wearing any panties so I just was naked from the bottom down. He leaned back and undid his belt and zipped down his zipper. Pulling his cock out which was beyond ready to get inside of me.

He lifted me up as I was against the wall and I wrapped my legs around him. He pulled his cock up against my pussy as he just rammed it in.

"You want to leave me. Leave this cock that you enjoy so much" he growled in my ear. As he pulled out and rammed inside of me again.

"Maybe" I grinned

"You love me to fucking much" he smiled as he started pushing and pulling himself in and out of me. I couldn't help but to just grip on to his shoulders and moan in pleasure as it did feel good. It was honestly amazing there was no doubt about that. I could feel my pussy juice just start running down my inner thighs as he was just going to town on me. I could feel my legs start to shake as I knew it was before long I was going to cum all over him.

"That's it baby cum for me" he whispered in my ear.

"I am baby I am cumming" I moaned as I released myself on him. I just him grunt as he pushed inside of me one more time and I felt his hot sperm just release up inside of me. He pulled away and lowered me to the ground.

"Don't play with me next time baby I know you are not going to leave" he smiled as he pushed his cock back into his jeans and zipped them up. I reached down and pulled up my pajama pants that were still around my ankles.

"You know me all too well" I said kissing him.

"You forget that I do" he said through the kiss.

"Don't worry baby I will be back and we will finally be able to be a family. And back to the husband and wife that I miss so much"

"I can't wait" I said as he turned around and went to the front door. I followed him so that I could lock it behind him.

"I love you" he turned around and kissed me again

"I love you"

As he open the door and left. I locked it behind him and went back to the bedroom.


I got into my car and started driving over towards Andy's house. I knew that she wouldn't leave me. I knew she was just playing with me so that I would stay. I know one day she will understand. I hope anyway. Or why I am doing this. Why I have to just end it for good. Yes I could just say fuck it and leave and they can't do a damn thing about it. But I don't want anything else to happen to anyone. No other girls. No other wives. Nothing. And it is also pay back for what the fucking asshole did to her when she was a kid. I am not stupid she might not have told me everything but I am not fucking stupid I know what kind of man he is. And I can take a wild to what that asshole did even say to her when she was growing up.

But hey now she has me. Yes I might not have liked the way that I met her and some of the things, some of the fucked up things that I did to her in the beginning. But I love that woman more than I think she will ever know. And I love my daughters we had together. I still have not brought myself to go see them. Shit they are buried next to my father. I haven't even seen his grave yet. But I know that one day I am going to have to. One day she is going to make me. I didn't even get to say goodbye to my daughters and I think that is what hurts me more right now to the point I want to kill that son of a bitch. He took me away from them when they needed me. When shit my wife needed me. I couldn't imagine what she felt like when they did pass away or what she was even feeling being by herself and with me not there with her. I needed to teach that fucking asshole a lesson. And he knew what he did was wrong. Shit he could have at least told me about what happened to my daughters. Hell even told me that she was pregnant again. Well I can't blame him on that part no one knew that she was pregnant again. She did hide it so well. I am proud of her for that. I just fucking missed it.

"Ugh!!" I said slapping the steering wheel.

That fucking asshole made me miss the birth of my son. That is something that I could never get back. That fucking asshole. I just want to grip his neck in between my hands and just strangle him and watch him take his last breath in front of me. And fuck it that is what I am going to do. He was a cruel old bastard that had done too much to my family. Especially my wife. Just thinking about her just brings a smile to my face. I could be in the most fucked up mood and just the image of her in my mind just makes it all go away. God I love her. So much. I knew that in the beginning she thought I was a crazy psycho path and I am sure that I was. I had done stuff to bad people that I couldn't ever imagine telling her about. I mean even before I was working for her father. I was in the military. The Marines, none the less as a scout sniper. I fucking killed bad guys for a living. Which yeah I am sure they deserved it but I killed them. I took them away from their families, who I am sure knew what they did but it's just the thought that I killed them. I took a life.

But then I met her. I knew after the night I made love to her that she was different. She was the one that I was supposed to be with the rest of my life and I couldn't continue what her bastard of father wanted me to do. And the only way to protect her from him was to marry her. I knew that one that I would be marrying her. I just knew it. But I had to marry her so fast in order to protect her. I know now at least I hope she knows why I married her so fast. Especially after she found out that her father was at the events we were going to. But I had to protect her. She has brought out so much in me that I never knew I had inside of me. She brought out a whole different, well emotional side. Some people might think of me as going soft or a cry baby. But fuck them. I don't care. I am starting to show emotions that have been built upside of me for god knows how fucking long and being with her they are releasing I guess you would say. And I couldn't be happier about it.

I can't wait to spend the rest of my life with her. She is the woman of my dreams. The woman I want to grow old with. To have more children with. I know I can never replace my daughters. They were my first born even though they spent little time on this earth they were my babies and I will love them until the day I die and never forget about them. Then I have my son who god help us all is a split image of me. I want him to be proud of me. I know that I am going to take this secret to my grave and I hope that my wife does too. I will never tell my son or any other children what kind of person I was before their mother. That is something that I would be ashamed of to tell my children. I want them to be proud of me and that is what I hope for anyway. I know that killing that asshole will help me release the anger I have built up inside. And will finally give my wife the closer she needs. Especially him not alive any more she doesn't always have to worrying about someone watching her or stalking her. Or the thought of someone laying another hand on her. And I don't want to put my son through any of this shit any more, or any other children we have in the future.

I am just going to fucking do it.

I pulled up to Andy's house as he was already waiting for me in the drive way. He opened the passenger door throwing and duffle bag into the back seat hitting my son's car seat.

"Ready?" he asked

"I have been ready a long fucking time" I said shoving the car into reverse.


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