Try Begging

‘…A pearl necklace?’

A golden chain with thick pearls strung at intervals of a finger was coiled in layers like the chains that bound Grace’s ankles.

However, it wasn’t until Winston held it up with both hands that she realized it wasn’t a necklace. Even with his arms wide open, the middle of the chain was long enough to reach his knees. In addition, each end had a loop large enough to hang three fingers on it.

“I ordered it especially for you. Do you like it?”

She was stunned.

This person poured precious money into pranks to make humans as pets. Well, for a large landowner, that might be less than a day’s income.

“I’m glad I’m the dog of the richest man, master. To be wearing a pearl and gold leash.”

“Leash?”

The moment Winston curled the corners of his eyes and smiled meaningfully, a foreboding feeling rose like goosebumps.

“Bella, do you like your new toy?”

“Ha-uhk!”

Only now did the dog bark like a dog.

As Leon watched the woman screaming like a beast with the pearl-studded chain between her legs, he suddenly remembered a passage from the Bible.

Do not give what is holy to dogs, and do not throw your pearls before swine, lest they trample them under their feet, and turn and tear you to pieces.

He didn’t know why he suddenly remembered this phrase.

Well? What about giving pearls to b*tches?As soon as he glided across the floor and lightly pushed the chair that came right in front of him with his shoes, a shrieking scream erupted.

“Ahk!”

“My puppy looks happy.”

Leon smiled at the woman who was gradually moving away and smiled. Of course, the woman’s face looked far from amusement.
When the rolling chair stopped, the woman opened his mouth and sighed. Her appearance was no different from that of an excited dog, with the corners of her mouth wet and glistening as her hands were tied to her thighs, unable to wipe away her saliva.

Even when she sat in the wheeled chair and tied her ankles to the leg of the chair, and even when he hooked the chain of pearls to the railing of the bed, the woman looked like she had no idea what it was for.

It was only when he passed the chains through her spread legs that she looked up with her eyes wide open, a sign that she finally understood.

Though she didn’t know it would be like this.

Leon didn’t know that either.

Sitting on a chair far from the bed, he leaned forward. The woman groaned as he cupped her chin with his hand on the other side of the chain, squinting her teary eyes.

“Ah-huht…”

It was because the chain pulled up, and a thick pearl stuck between the soft flesh hit the cl*toris.

“It suits you well.”

It was quite enjoyable to watch the pink flesh soak and spit out the milky pearls.

“You look good in white.”

While he was shaking the chain and lightly stimulating her secret place, Grace took a hard breath and replied.

“A sexual maniac that neither God nor the mental hospital can save. I pity the Grand Lady who will marry you without knowing anything.”

“Why is the Grand Lady pitiful? You are pitiful.”

As the hand on the rope around her neck lifted up, she hesitated.

“Stop, hah!”

His hand began to wrap around the leash, drawing it back toward Winston. The pearls, fixed at intervals of a fingertip, patted the cl*toris, splitting the folds and disappearing. Every time that happened, the hairs on her body stood stiff from the sharp stimulation and her breath went away.

It was something that made her feel very different from a massager, which Winston called it Grace’s exclusive instrument of torture.

The pearls on the golden chains were of various shapes and sizes. The roundly crafted pearls were still tolerable, but…

“Ahht!”

She felt like she was going to pass out when the jagged pearls hit her cl*toris. As her buttocks, which had soared upwards, landed on the chair, this time, a pearl that looked like a small snowman scraped down from her bud to the opening.

When the protruding part got stuck in the opening and then came out, Grace let out another sob.

“Ah, hu-uht, heuk…”

It really seemed like she was going to come at this rate.

Following the massage machine, she was being violated with a stone that came out of a shell. It was embarrassing.

“Don’t hold back. Enjoy it.”

No, it was embarrassing to feel the pleasure of being violated by that man in the first place.

When Grace was told not to hold back, she gave more strength to her bottom and endured even more. The chair stopped the moment the wheel touched the toe of Winston’s shoe. The moment she tried to take a deep breath while enjoying the relief that she did not come this time and endured for a while….

Kiss.

Winston kissed her and…

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He pushed the chair away with his foot.

“Hah, no…”

Riding back on the chains was even more unbearable. It was because the pearls dug into the skin from behind and hit the swollen bumps as they swelled.

“Ahhhkkk!”

In the end, she came before the chair even stopped.

Grace sobbed as she enjoyed the pleasure of scratching an itchy, maddening place. It was good. It was terribly good. It was so good that she felt terrible for herself, who enjoyed such primary and low-quality pranks like a beast.

In her dim feverish vision, the vilest man she knew was gazing at her with her equally feverish eyes. She, like the person, felt like she had fallen into a lust-mad beast.

As the climax and humiliation subsided, she sobbed and lowered her head though the pearls between her legs began to graze her flesh again.

“Don’t do it… don’t do it…”

The woman’s pleas could only be heard by Leon as the whining of a dog.

Like any owner, he couldn’t take his eyes off the whimpering, fretful puppy. Each time he slowly yanked the leash around him, the smooth pearl eggs disappeared as if they were being sucked into the pale pink flesh hidden within the milky flesh.

It was spectacular.

“Hah, stop, ha-ugh—”

The woman tied to the chair was trembling violently, and she climaxed again with a loud groan. This time, her flesh, which was swollen as if they were about to burst, twitched and convulsed, and a clear stream of water gushed out from the middle.

At the same time as water dripped from the chair, tears dripped from her eyes and wet her flushed cheeks. Her body staggered as he pressed the slow-rolling wheel with the bottom of his shoe.

Leon cradled the helpless woman in his arms and looked down.

The woman’s heart pounded hard against his chest through the thin shirt, and her body trembled as he touched the inside of her arm. He then slowly brushed up and down her bare skin as if he was savoring even the straight-standing hair.

The woman’s eyes and lips were all red, and she gasped for breath as if she was about to die.

He asked, gently running her hair, which clung to her face from saliva and sweat.

“Was it fun?”

At that moment, the focus returned to the girl’s eyes. The woman tried to push him away by twisting her body with her bound limb.

“If you sit in a place like this and won’t tell where the base is. This will be a play for you, not torture.”

That wasn’t wrong.

That was right. The blue-green eyes that glared at him as if they were going to kill him began to tremble slightly.

“Sounds like a game, aht…”

Leon shoved the woman who was acting up back again. As he held the pearl chain aloft, she trembled again.

“Can you still say that after looking at this?”

All pearls of different shapes were drenched in love liquid and were shining brightly. Grace turned her head as Winston repeatedly waved the evidence that she had enjoyed it before her eyes.

“I can’t believe there are interrogators in the world who have withdrawn like this. Know you’re lucky.”

He put down his chains and pulled her back into his arms.

“Your commander-in-chief abandoned you, but the enemy picked you up and is taking good care of you.”

…Abandoned, picked up, took good care of her.

All of them were just hypocritical words.

“You were afraid that Jimmy would take me away, so you hid me in the basement…”

When she muttered it into his chest, she could hear a mocking sound from above her head.

“Afraid? I’m sorry, but I’m not an idiot who’s afraid of things that haven’t happened.”

Suddenly, he remembered the only thing he had been afraid of lately. It was something that hadn’t happened yet. Still, he was afraid. Nevertheless, Winston was not born with a conscience. Leon felt no remorse even after he had lied.

“Little Jimmy never once tried to save you.”

At least, this wasn’t a lie.

Of course, the woman didn’t believe him. With her unwavering eyes, she glared at him accusingly. The person who should be criticized was the bastard who ordered her to die because he had no intention of saving his subordinate and fiancé.

‘Did she want to go to the b*stard who told you to die?’

After he locked up the woman who tried to run away from him, he resisted shouting these words dozens of times a day.

Then…