Try Begging

The blanket around her shoulder slipped along the curves of her body and fell to her waist.

As his knuckles moved slowly down her concave spine, Grace, who had been chewing on the swan’s neck as if it were Winston’s fingers. Ignoring the strange touch, she twisted her body away as his knuckles passed her waist and headed for her tailbone.

He gripped her hips hard as his hand fell off a moment and gave a warning to her before he headed forward.

His fingers dug into the stocking bands and kneaded the flesh like pressing down on piano keys.

His hand began to tap lightly on the inside of her thigh, and the moment he pressed hard on a place she couldn’t see, the first note of the instrument he was playing finally exploded.

“Ah!”

As she flinched, she leaned back and another hand appeared and cupped her chest. The soft flesh was crushed following the shape of his hand, and the immaculate flesh protruded between the digits. The pink flesh hiding between his thick fingers slowly peeked out over the knuckles.

While his hands were stroking Grace’s skinny body for fleshy spots, a damp flesh licked the nape of her neck, exposed above the dog’s collar to the lobe of her ear.

Who was the dog?

“Dogs bite when you touch them when they eat.”

As soon as she resisted lightly, he bit his earlobe lightly.

Look at this? Wasn’t he more like the dog?

Ignoring the blatant hand movements, she put the custard-topped swan wing in her mouth, but she couldn’t chew it.

“Uung…”

His hands got rougher.

Her thighs, unable to overcome the force, slid open. The hot palm pressed against the dry folds. With his palms squeezing the clitoris buried under the thick flesh and drawing a circle, Grace began to fight the pleasure that rose sharply.

“Huht, stop it…”

She gasped and begged, but as always, it was useless. Both the tightly closed eyelids and the tightly gripped hands on the edge of the table trembled.

She tried to get away from his hand by moving her body, but he didn’t come off even for a second like he was sticking to her flesh. When she put her head back, trying to avoid him, her hair was tilted to one side, revealing only the nape of her neck.

The lips that had been touching the skin and left a hot trail came up to her ears.

“Why don’t you eat? Are they not as tasty as my fingers?”

Don’t be ridiculous.

As soon as she swallowed the sticky pastry that had melted in her mouth and reached for the dessert, his fingers, which had been gently tracing the opening, slipped inside.

“Ah-huk!”

In the end, she couldn’t touch the dessert.

One finger that was stuck between her legs became two. Leon Winston’s skillful hands began to play Grace Riddle from deep inside. Every time his thick fingertips pressed the protruding inner flesh like tapping an instrument key, she made a shrill sound like a string struck by a hammer.

“Ah, ha-uhk, please leave me alone for a moment, a-huht, haa…”

The sound of the instrument gradually became muddy. When he pinched the n*pple between the hard knuckles and twisted it, the sound soared sharply.

The sound of flesh scratching also became more explicit.

The dry and cold skin of the woman instantly became hot and sticky. The lump of flesh clung to him like a melted marshmallow in his hot hands. The folds, which had been roughly brushing against his palms, were also wet and slippery with the water that flowed from the opening.

The woman trembled as he ran his thumb up between the folds. He buried the tip of his wet thumb into her crevices and spread a thick layer of her love liquid on the pearly cl*toris.

Her womanly voice trembled as he rolled on the slipper bump.

Leon asked, poking his two fingers into her.

“Can you hear it? What does it sound like?”

The wet sound became more harsh as if wanting her to hear it clearly. Grace tensed her thigh and bit her lip.

“Answer me.”

“Hah…!”

Her n*pples and cl*toris were pinched at the same time. It was time to put aside the fleeting rebellion and submit.

“…Wet sounds.”

“Whose.”

“…Mine.”

“Why are you wet?”

As she hesitated, his thumb and forefinger, buried between her thighs, tried to grasp the cl*toris again.

“I feel, good.”

The response was with a crying voice and a sense of alienation. However, it wasn’t a lie. Even though it was the hands of the enemy, which she had to hate to the bone, it felt good when it was violating her body. Grace was disgusted with herself.

“What do you feel good about?”

“The hands, heuk, touching me…”

“Whose hand?”

“Captain, Leon Winston… My master.”

Advertisements

He squeezed Grace’s chin with the hand that had been caressing her chest, turned her around, and met her eyes in one sentence.

“Tell me in one sentence.”

With tears welling up in her eyes, Grace poured out disgusting words like curses through her teeth.

“I got wet because it feels good when Master’s hand is touching me.”

Hot lips captured the quivering lips and left.

“What do you want your master to do for you?”

“Stop now…”

Slap.

When the wet palms slapped her sensitive lower body, Grace exclaimed the set words, shaking her body greatly in pleasure that was tantamount to pain.

“Ah-huht! Master, please make me feel better.”

“Spread your legs.”

This time, without delay, the legs spread apart. His thick fingers moved in and out of the flesh again, poking and rolling the swollen flesh with excitement. Every time his hand touched her, the liquid between her thighs grew sticky and wet.

“Ah, uht…”

Her eyes went dizzy.

A feeling of suffocating sensation filled her throat in an instant due to him caressing her entire body promiscuously. Suppressing the extreme pleasure to soar up to her head and devour her, Grace trembled like an ant before a giant.

No.

Grinding her teeth, she also tightened her inner walls and wanted to cut off his fingers.

Leon clicked his tongue and opened her flesh, which had become so tight that he couldn’t even insert a single finger into it.

“Just c*m. Why are you holding back every time? Isn’t it about time you got used to it?”

Even though she was used to the pleasure, she was not used to the guilt at all.

“Uht…”

His hand, which had been stroking her chest, grabbed both her cheeks at once. A long finger entered her forced-open mouth and teased the soft flesh inside.

Her lower and upper body was dug in at once, and as her mind was confused, the power that had suppressed the pleasure came off in an instant. Winston did not miss that moment. His fingers dug swiftly through the gaps in her loose flesh.

“Ah-huk!”

In the end, she lost the fight this time, too.

Grace trembled as she crumbled into the arms of her enemy. A sweet exclamation flowed from her open mouth, and bitter tears flowed from the corners of her tightly closed eyes.

Unable to control her neck, she rested her head on Winston’s shoulder. She was breathing heavily and lifted her eyelids with difficulty. His cold-colored eyes looked down at her, transparently revealing his insatiable thirst.

That man always had those eyes. Even if he solved his desire, he always had the eyes of a thirsty person for her.

When Grace was Sally, he was a man with a light smile, clearing away his accumulated desires every time he came out of the torture chamber after a bloody interrogation. But now he had beaten her to exhaustion and left the torture chamber just as he did when he entered, and the man had eyes whose desires piled up to the ends of his head.

His fingers slipped out of her mouth and slowly brushed her body from the nape of her neck to her lower stomach that was trembling.

After her climax, her body became so sensitive that his feathery touch felt like needles. She grabbed his wrist, feeling that she would break if he touched her a little more.

Winston asked, continuing to tease his hand.

“What should a good puppy not forget?”

Greeting.

“…Thank you, Master.”

And kiss.

Grace took a deep breath and tilted her head to look at Winston. Reluctantly, she cupped the cheek of the man who was looking down. It was only after she closed her eyes that she mustered up the courage to close her lips to him.

When she followed the set rules, his hand fell from her body. With his fingers, which were buried in the damp folds, were also pulled out, it stretched the thread of her love liquid. His knuckles began to gently run down her spine just when he began to caress her.

He whispered in her ear as she shuddered at the sensation of a hot electric current.

“I have one more present.”

Saying so, Winston got up.

Grace leaned her body that was exhausted after just one climax against the bed railing.

When she saw her body that was drenched in sweat and love liquid, she glanced away. Her eyes were now on the man standing in the middle of the room, wiping his wet hands. He dropped the handkerchief he had wiped his fingers on the table and picked up a black box on the wheeled chair.

The luxurious golden ribbon was unwound, and the box opened. Her eyes widened as he took out the black velvet box inside and opened it.