Chapter 51

"Ha, ha…."

Leon spread the woman's intimate parts with his hands, forgetting her shame in the throes of ecstasy. As he peeled back the moist, pink flesh, a red nub was revealed.

The clitoris, engorged with blood, pulsed like a heart. Below it, the vaginal opening, swollen from the night before, gaped open, revealing the inner walls drenched in lubricating fluid, twitching and convulsing.

Last night, this soft flesh had clamped down on him, doing such things. Recalling that moment, his mind began to cloud over again.

"Miss Ridley, you seem quite experienced."

Grace bit her lip at his taunt.

It had been less than a day since her first time. In that short span, Winston, who had made her accept his despicable parts countless times, held a black fountain pen and asked,

"So, who was your first man?"

"……."

"Be cooperative with the investigation."

Instead of answering, Grace glared at him. The tip of the whip lashed her clitoris.

"Haah! Leon Winston…."

Faced with a smile tinged with base satisfaction, Grace couldn't contain her anger and spat out raw words.

"…you bastard."

Winston furrowed his brow and twisted his lips.

"Whore of Blanchard, willing to mate with dogs. Disgusting."

As he wrote 'enjoys mating with dogs' in the document, he looked down at the trembling Grace and smiled.

"Miss Ridley, shall I bring a police dog? I'll let you choose the one you like."

"Any dog would do, as long as it's not the one in front of me."

"What a dilemma."

Winston, with a slightly withered smile, thrust his fingers into Grace's intimate parts.

"Aah!"

When he pulled his fingers out, they were drenched in slick, slippery fluid.

"You seem quite eager, but the only bastard I have prepared is the one between your legs."

The nippers between her legs disappeared, and the shackles on her wrists were released. Before Grace could even sit up, she was dragged to the opposite end of the table where Winston stood, her waist held firmly.

Her still bound legs were bent and spread wide. As soon as her buttocks rested on the edge of the table, the man's erect penis, menacingly jutting out between his legs, split her vaginal opening and entered.

"Aah!"

The thick flesh plunged deep into her, causing Grace to arch her back and struggle.

"Haah! Too, too deep!"

"You're already complaining before I'm even fully in."

It was already a struggle for her to accept him without the wounds from last night having healed.

As he pulled back, a large hand gripped her pelvis and pulled her forward. A struggle ensued between the woman, who tried to resist by bracing her heels against the edge of the table, and the man, who aimed to bury himself completely inside her.

"Aah, stop! It hurts!"

Bang. Clank. Rattle. The table and chains clattered noisily with Grace.

"Ugh…."

This was a fight Grace had lost from the start. Eventually, Winston's lower abdomen pressed against her fully spread intimate parts.

She instinctively pushed him away as he pressed his body against hers. Winston kissed her trembling fingertips and then untied the shackles from the table legs, binding her wrists to her ankles.

Clank. The heavy table began to shake. Under the black ceiling, the man's disgustingly dignified face also shook and blurred.

"A, ah…. Ah, gently…."

"You're in no position to give me orders."

Winston grabbed the insides of her legs, which he had pulled up close to her shoulders. Each time the soft flesh between her legs was forcefully penetrated, an indescribable sensation, whether pain or pleasure, surged to her head.

"A, ah…."

"You seem to have already gotten used to my body. Your reaction is faster than yesterday."

She wanted to argue, but couldn't. The evidence of her body responding eagerly to his thrusts was laid bare before her.

The penis, buried deep inside her, slowly pulled out. The inner walls, gripping the shaft, clung to the head as it emerged. She could clearly see her flesh clinging to and sucking on the man's thick member.

The copper-colored skin, already drenched in lubricating fluid, glistened. Her clitoris, pulsing and throbbing, anticipated the intense stimulation of his pubic bone pressing into her.

She couldn't deny the evidence that she was also in heat.

'This is better than torture. This is better.'

Grace repeated the mantra to herself, closing her eyes.

"Ha…."

Leon looked down at the woman, who had tears welling up under her tightly closed eyelids, and exhaled heavily.

Daisy. Sally. Grace.

What should he call her?

He wasn't sure what to call her, but he knew what she was.

'You…'

Leon quietly repeated the same words in his mouth while caressing the body that had only ever been touched by his hands.

It was a lean body, but the marks of regular exercise were evident. As Leon's hand swept over the smooth abdomen, he grabbed a handful of the soft flesh that jiggled with his rhythm.

The pale flesh, overflowing from his large hand, bulged between his fingers and out of his grip. When he applied pressure, it squished softly but had a remarkable elasticity that pushed back.

The smooth skin, damp with sweat, stuck to his palm, a sensation he had never felt before. The flesh, which had been firm and pink yesterday, now had a ripe, red hue. Turning an innocent virgin into a lascivious temptress was quite enjoyable.

He rolled the nipples, which had been hard even before she undressed, and asked,

"Is this because I sucked too hard and it won't return to its original shape?"

"Aah…."

The woman winced and moaned in pain. Being naked and sprawled beneath him like this was incredibly lewd. She would probably claim to be the innocent victim, even while unconsciously putting on such a display.

"Sorry. I need to keep it clean so that when Jimmy uses it, it won't look like someone else has used it."

The woman, who had been clenching her eyes shut, suddenly opened them. She glared at him as if he were a despicable person, just for mentioning her fiancé. The truly despicable one was him, after all.

"Did I amuse you? There's probably no easier man in the world. Falling for your seduction twice, I must have been a fool."

The leadership of the Blanchard rebel forces had clearly sent her after careful calculation. The calculation that once he was won over, it wouldn't be difficult to do it again.

And this woman had succeeded far too easily.

But it was all a misunderstanding.

"I never tried to seduce you. You were the one who came after me, driven by your own lust. Do you know how much trouble I had because of this dirty order? Didn't you notice that I was trying to get fired on purpose?"

As the woman's revelations continued, a short sigh escaped Leon's twisted lips. Even his decision to quit, which he thought he had made himself, had been manipulated by her.

"Let's be clear. You were the one who followed me around like a dog in heat. Why is it my fault?"

Yes, it was my fault from the beginning.

The first time and this time, it was this woman who had flirted and drawn attention to herself, but it was Leon who had chased after a woman who showed no interest in him, whether at Abingdon Beach or here.

Yes, like a dog.

Shamefully.

"Do you hope I'll stop after just once?"

Winston stopped his thrusts and asked. This is a trap, his intuition told him, so Grace remained silent.

"Yesterday was a deal, and today has been rape so far, but how about a fair contest now? Fairly."

Fair, with her hands and feet bound and his shaft piercing her center?

"The one who comes first loses. If I lose, I'll let you go. But if you lose…."

His fingertips traced the tight, trembling vaginal opening, which clung to him.

"You'll have to be prepared."

Winston, as if preparing for the contest, untied his neatly tied black tie before Grace could even answer.

He'll let me go. He'll let me go. He'll let me go.

The same words kept echoing in Grace's mind.

"I'll gladly accept if you let me go forever."

Winston, who was taking off his shirt, paused and narrowed his eyes.

"Negotiation? You still don't understand your position."

"If you think you'll lose, you can refuse."

At Grace's provocation, Winston smiled and nodded.

"Fine, have it your way."

Grace closed her eyes, bracing herself. It was a fight she wouldn't lose anything by engaging in. After all, he had never intended to stop after just once from the beginning.

Winston kissed Grace, as if athletes shake hands before a contest. After the disgustingly polite kiss, his body began to move.