The Preacher's Daughter

The sand was warm and the ocean was cool. The heat was amazing and I was living in a fairy tale. Feeling two strong arms surround me I know right away that is my husband. The sun set and I felt at ease. "When I woke up you were gone." He purrs in my ear.

"It is such a beautiful night out I had to watch the sun set, and stretch my legs." I whisper resting my head on his lovely chest.

"You sore?"

"A little. But I am okay." I re sure him turning around with a smile. His blue eyes magnetic.

"I am sorry I hurt you baby." He sounds sad.

"I told you to bring me to your level. It was my choice."

He step backwards eyeing my wrists. I yanked it away quickly behind my back. "I said I was okay Andy."

"I hurt you. Look at the marks."

I shook my head slowly. "Please. Don't make it harder than it already is. You did not hurt me intentionally."

"I did."

"Stop it Andrew." I snap angrily.

Andy can't forgive himself. That he hurt me. The cuffs was tight so tight it began to bleed. My back was full of red marks as he pushed me to the brick wall. I loved it. But its destroying him.

"Let's enjoy our last day on our honeymoon please." I plead touching his cheek softly. "Please, come give me a kiss."


He leans in kissing me softly but his grip tighten around my waist instantly. Its not that he is hurting me physically he is hurting me emotionally. I hate to see him like that. when he hurt me he cried. But than he came back to life as Andy Black. Not Biersack.

We came back to our room devouring each other, he picks me up throwing me on the piano hearing the cores go. Ping. Pong. Making a dramatic tune. He rips open my red top kissing me around my belly button. "Andy." I cried out as he pulls of my bikini panties. He quickly removes his shorts pushing it down slamming straight into me making me groan from pleasure.


He pulled my hair in his hand twirling it around his knuckles yanking it roughly having complete access to my neck. Biting it, licking it, kissing it.


"Andy?" He looks up out of breathe.

"Don't hold back baby." I mummer removing a strand of his hair out of his face. "Come on baby. Take your best shot." I am challenging him I know. He is hiding his dark side from me. I want him to embrace it.

"You sure?" He breaths.

I kiss his ear slowly. "Show me andy black."


I look up into his eyes and it turned dark. So dark I could swear a demon has taken over. He pushes me back slamming me into the piano. Throbbing. Throbbing. Throbbing. If I could sketch it is like two cars collide into another again and again. Smashing into pieces.


I reach my climax and so did he.


Just when we were done the phone rang. "I will get it." He says helping me down.


"Okay." I walk into the bathroom in need of peeing badly. I lock the door and sat down.

"Jesus." I groan. Pain aching.

I grab the toilet paper and did my business. I looked at the white soft fabric in my hand and my heart stopped.I gulp "Blood?"

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