Chapter 74

The blanket draped over her shoulders slipped down the curves of her body and fell to her waist.

Her knuckles slowly traced the hollow of her spine. Grace, ignoring the lewd touch, chewed on a swan’s neck as if it were Winston’s fingers, but when the knuckles moved from her waist to her tailbone, she twisted her body to push them away.

The hand that had momentarily fallen away gripped her buttocks warningly and moved forward. The fingers that delved into the stocking band kneaded the flesh as if pressing piano keys.

The hand began to lightly tap the inside of her thigh, and the moment it pressed firmly on a spot invisible to the eye, the first note of the instrument he was playing finally burst forth.

“Ah!”

She flinched and leaned back, but another hand appeared and cupped her breast. The soft flesh molded to the shape of the hand, and the pale skin bulged out. The pink flesh hidden between thick fingers slowly emerged over the knuckles.

While the two hands searched for the fleshy parts of Grace’s slender body, a wet mass licked her exposed neck, from the collar to her earlobe.

Who was doing this?

“Dogs bite when you touch them while they’re eating.”

As she lightly resisted, her earlobe was gently bitten.

Look. You’re the dog, aren’t you?

Ignoring the overt hand movements, she put a custard cream-laden swan’s wing in her mouth but couldn’t chew it.

“Mmm…”

The hand became rougher. Her thighs, unable to resist the force, parted slightly.

The hot palm pressed against the dry mucous membrane. The palm pressed the clitoris buried in the plump flesh in a circular motion, and Grace began to fight the sharp waves of pleasure surging like a tide.

“Hiss, stop it….”

She panted and came, but as always, it was in vain. Her tightly closed eyelids and the hand gripping the edge of the table trembled violently.

She wriggled her body to avoid the hand, but it clung to her as if glued, never letting go for a moment. She tilted her head back to avoid him, and her hair fell to one side, exposing her neck even more. The lips that had left a burning trail on her skin moved to her ear.

“Why did you stop eating? Is it not as good as my fingers?”

Don’t be ridiculous. She swallowed the melted pastry in her mouth with labored breaths and reached for the dessert, but the finger that had been softly tracing her entrance slipped inside.

“Aah!”

She couldn’t reach the dessert. The finger between her legs doubled. Leon Winston’s experienced hand began to play the instrument called Grace Riddle from deep within.

Every time the thick fingertips pressed the protruding inner flesh like piano keys, Grace made a shrill sound like a string being struck by a hammer.

“Ah, huff, please, just for a moment, ah, huff, haa….”

The sound of the instrument became muddier. When the firm knuckles twisted the nipple, the pitch rose sharply.

The sound of flesh rubbing against flesh became more explicit.

The woman’s dry and cold skin quickly heated up and became sticky. The plump flesh melted like a marshmallow in her hot hand. The clitoris, which had been roughly rubbed by the palm, became slippery with the fluid that had seeped out.

When the thumb traced the clitoral hood, the woman’s body shuddered. The wet thumb tip was buried in the split flesh and spread the thick fluid over the pearl-like clitoris. As the swollen clitoris was rolled more smoothly, the woman’s voice trembled.

Leon pressed and probed the inner walls with two fingers and asked.

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

Splat, splat, the wet sounds became even rougher, as if to make them heard clearly. Grace clenched her thighs and bit her lip.

“Answer me.”

“Huff!”

The nipple and clitoris were pinched simultaneously. The futile resistance was over; it was time to submit.

“...Wet sounds.”

“Who’s making them?”

“...I am.”

“Why are you wet?”

Hesitating, the thumb and index finger buried between her thighs tried to pinch the clitoris again.

“Because it feels good.”

Her voice was choked, and her answer seemed disconnected.

But it wasn’t a lie. Despite the enemy’s hands ravaging her body, which she should hate to the bone, it felt good. She found herself utterly disgusting.

“What feels good?”

“Your hands, huff, touching me….”

“Who’s touching you?”

“Leon Winston, Captain. My master.”

He turned Grace’s chin with the hand that had been caressing her chest and looked into her eyes as he commanded.

“Say it in one sentence.”

With tears glistening in her eyes, Grace spat out the revolting words like a curse through gritted teeth.

“I’m wet because Master’s hands feel good.”

His hot lips stole a kiss from her trembling lips and then pulled away.

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

“Please, stop….”

Slap. The wet palm struck her sensitive area. Grace’s body jerked violently with a pleasure that was almost painful, and she recited the required words.

“Aah! Master, make it feel better.”

“Spread your legs wider.”

This time, her legs parted without hesitation. The thick fingers moved in and out, probing and rolling the swollen flesh. With each thrust, the fluid that overflowed from her entrance soaked her thighs.

“A, huff….”

Her vision blurred. The chaotic hands that kneaded her body filled her with a suffocating pleasure that rose to her throat in an instant. The extreme pleasure that threatened to engulf her made her tremble like an ant before a giant.

No.

Biting her teeth, her inner walls tightened, as if trying to bite off the fingers. Leon spread the tight inner flesh with his fingers, as if scissoring, and clicked his tongue.

“Just let go. Why do you always hold back? Isn’t it time to get used to it by now?”

Pleasure can become familiar, but guilt never does.

“Huff….”

The hand that had been kneading her chest grabbed both cheeks. A long finger entered her mouth and tormented the soft flesh.

The simultaneous stimulation of the inner walls and the mouth made her mind hazy, and the strength to hold back the pleasure was suddenly lost. Winston didn’t miss this moment. His fingers quickly thrust into the loosened flesh.

“Aah!”

Once again, she lost the futile battle. Grace collapsed into the enemy’s arms, trembling. Sweet moans escaped her open mouth, and bitter tears streamed from her tightly closed eyes.

Unable to hold her head up, she leaned it on Winston’s shoulder. She panted heavily and forced her heavy eyelids open. His eyes, which revealed endless thirst with a cold light, looked down at her.

That man always has those eyes. Even after he satisfies his desires with Grace, his eyes are always those of a thirsty man.

When Grace was Sally, he would leave the torture chamber after satisfying his accumulated desires, with a relieved smile.

But now, even after he exhausts her and leaves the torture chamber, his eyes are filled with desire from head to toe.

The finger that had been probing her mouth pulled out and slowly traced her neck to her lower abdomen, caressing her convulsing body. Her body, as sensitive as a feather after the climax, felt like it would shatter with the slightest touch, so she grabbed his wrist. Winston continued to play with her mischievously and asked.

“What must a good dog never forget?”

Greeting.

“...Thank you, Master.”

And a kiss.

Grace, catching her breath, tilted her head to look at Winston. She reluctantly cupped his cheek, which was staring down at her, and only after closing her eyes did she have the courage to kiss him.

Following the set rules, the hands left her body. The fingers, soaked in the damp letter, pulled out, leaving a long trail of fluid.

The knuckles began to trace her spine softly, as they had at the start of the caress. The sensation felt like a hot current, making her body shudder, and he whispered in her ear.

“I have one more gift for you.”

Winston got up from his seat. Grace, exhausted from just one climax, leaned against the bed rail.

Her sweat- and fluid-soaked body made her turn her gaze away. Her eyes now focused on the man standing in the middle of the room, drying his wet hands. He dropped the handkerchief on the table and picked up a black box from a wheeled chair.

The elegant golden ribbon came undone, and the box opened. When Winston took out and opened the black velvet box inside, Grace’s eyes widened.