Become The Duke's Wife Or Die

Tania widened her eyes, although this time she didn't dodge at all when she felt her whole body being spoiled by Baron Jason's caresses, who snaked skillfully as if this is what he's always done in the last decade.

Her breath, which had been stagnating more and more irregularly, slowly closed her eyes, letting the sensitivity of her skin work, like beads of a magnet standing up when it was pushed.

"Are you trying to say something?"  whispered Baron Jason, grinning triumphantly.  The caresses that have not stopped, spread to various points that are normal and vice versa, as if they want to wipe the dried blood that has clotted, or maybe wipe the intimate things hidden inside.  "Just say what you want to say!"

But he didn't get anything, except for a gentle writhing that was rampant.  Feet treading on the mat and the churning void of air shifted from cold to hot in a strange way.

"Say something before I help you change."  His body was now beside her, eyes fixed on her face which was holding back the scorching burning.  Her now droopy eyes and pursed lips from keeping herself awake instead of being caught up in the sweet play of Baron Jason's hands.

"Let me…" Even she found it difficult to speak, finding a new sensation that was confusing, like the sting that came from the small touch, strange but difficult to stop.  "Let me do it myself!"

"Are you sure?"  Baron Jason smirked.  "Even now you seem to want otherwise."  Approaching to align their faces, slapping her skin with the warmth of his evocative breath.

"No."  She closed her eyes again, wanting to move but her legs hurt too much.  'I don't want him to touch me.  I don't want to enjoy it and like him anymore.  Lyra will be crushed if I do,' she thought, squealing as he rubbed on her cleavage, swirling on either side of the towering, lingering peak.  'No!' She was still adamant even though her heart was telling her she should enjoy this all, sitting with spoiling welcomes her.

"My Lord!"  Her voice rose, as soon as he slipped into her skirt, uncovered it, then slid around her inner thigh, looking for hidden creases.  Choking, she shook her head even though her body swelled as if wanted more.  "Stop it!"  Her eyes were closed tightly, her heart wanted to close.  But why was Baron Jason's charm so hard to resist?  Even in dim conditions like this?  Even in a stuffy and dirty room like this?

Is he too stunning or is she too weak?

"Why should I stop when you want it?"  He snorted mockingly, although there was a twinkle of admiration in his eyes.  "I won't stop!  After all, this is my way of returning the favor, by giving you what you want."  Whispered right in her ear.  "I will do it right.  So just enjoy it before I turn into the real me."  Although that doesn't seem entirely true.

Now Tania was fighting with her mind, about whether she should obey her lust about Baron Jason, or should she choose her logic and common sense so that Lyra can survive his cruelty?  All of them collided in a deafening and terrifying clash, forcing her to oscillate amid the intense pressure.

All those feelings of confusion and ambiguity finally dissipated after she drifted into seduction, sinking and also pulsating at important points, like a balloon inflated by the wind, and her stomach becoming sunken without her knowing why.

"What's your name?"  He asked again, as the tip of the finger found lips on the throbbing folds.  "You have to tell me now!  So that everything can run smoothly."  While stroking vertically, from bottom to top, along the cleavage, still reluctant to invade any deeper.

"My Lord!"  She really couldn't think, even forgot what she wanted to say just a moment ago.  All the responses she gave to him were too exaggerated to make her seem to have lost control of herself.  Even her hips started to squirm, slowly arching back.

"You can't be named My Lord," he teased, tickling while sneaking in her moist, wanting to stir inside her.  "Quickly tell me!"  His voice was low and hoarse like a hurricane had just hit him so he had to lose a lot of his voice from asking too many times for help.  Without him wanting to, he had already given her a peck on the cheek, hearing the moan softly, awakening him suddenly.

"You have to tell me or you'll cry because I won't treat you well."  He started to threaten, one thing he's been very easy to do all this time.  He's good at threatening, good at talking nonsense.  "I'm being kind enough to treat you like a respectable girl.  So before I change my mind and go back to torturing you, then you better hurry up and say what your name is!"

His anger got worse when she didn't tell him her name, while he seemed to be thirsty for a sweet and spoiled voice due to the satisfaction of his actions.

As a form of anger, he cupped her chest, pressing it hard enough to give her pain even in the sweetest way.

Scream.  "My Lord!"  Then gasped repeatedly as the pebbles were twisted at some pleasant degree angles, making it look like it was dented like plastic.  Her entire body seemed to be electrified, making her squirm in all directions, while her hands clenched into fists to strengthen her resolve.

'Don't!' she screamed.  'Don't vibrate too much!  Don't respond too much!' But sadly her body had control of its own, overpowering her brain that kept on commanding like a cranky commander.

"Tell me now!"  Baron Jason whispered again, as he massaged the chest which continued to harden, bubble, and might soon erupt a torrent of larvae in a crater below.  "What's your name, hmm?"

She whimpered as his lips smashed into her, locking in a demanding thump of the tongue. Everything was brief as then he gave the urge to go inside the folds, looking for more moisture or maybe forced to make it.

"My Lord!"  she moaned, lost to her logic.  Her head shook rapidly when he stopped touching her as if abandoning her in a weak and needy state.  Closing her eyes, biting her lip helplessly.  Her back was against the wall, while her skirt was scattered and not in the right position, showing her pretty hidden skin and the curve that is not easy to see from the outside.

"Tell me what your name is and I will return the favor immediately."  Rub her sensitive warts, twist again with an unreadable rhythm.  He chuckled amusedly when he saw her lose control again, roaring while calling his name.

"My Lord!"  she screamed, lost in the kiss and also beat inside her moist.

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