Chapter 60
In the early dawn, as the faint light from the distant eastern sky gradually brightened, it was the time when the diligent would rise from their beds and prepare for a fulfilling day. Rosen was standing by the window of the annex overlooking the open garden, groaning.
Her cheeks were flushed like ripe peaches, and her breathing was erratic and filled with strange noises. She was currently bent over with her upper body leaning against the windowsill, being taken from behind by Iscarion.
“Haah, ah, ugh! Too, hnngh, too fast, aah…”
“Stop whining, Rosie.”
“Unnh, ah!”
Rosen couldn’t gather her senses as Iscarion’s manhood roughly penetrated her, pushing deep inside and stirring her intimate parts. The intense sensation of his hard member repeatedly moving within her tight walls made her lower abdomen tighten uncontrollably.
The only thing she wore was a thin negligée with slender shoulder straps. It had been pulled up over her hips, exposing her waist, and the shoulder straps had slipped down, leaving her essentially naked with the top part bunched around her navel.
The faint light of dawn streaming through the window highlighted her bouncing brxxsts and exposed lower body. Her intimate hole, fully trained to accept pleasure, eagerly clung to his thick member. The overwhelming stimulation filled her to the brim, causing her to gasp and moan.
She feared that the lewd sounds would escape through the open window that Iscarion had intentionally left open. Despite her efforts to brace herself by gripping the windowsill with her small hands, once a moan escaped her lips, she could no longer hold back and poured out embarrassing noises.
After being caught trying to escape with Joshua’s help, Iscarion became even more relentless in his training of Rosen.
For the next one or two weeks, she was confined to the annex, where he continuously tormented her increasingly sensitive erogenous zones in various ways. He took her multiple times a day, making her watch herself crumble in front of a mirror.
He also spent more time in the annex bedroom. Even when he had no outside obligations or brought his work there during busy times, he never left her alone. Under the guise of thoroughly training her to prevent any future escape attempts, he kept her tied up and naked, with copious amounts of aphrodisiac cream applied to her sensitive areas, making her watch herself in the mirror while she moaned.
Sometimes, he would force her to sit in a chair positioned so he could see her whenever he lifted his head from his work. Completely naked, her legs raised to the armrests, exposing her most private parts. He would calmly read through his papers without a change in expression, occasionally looking up to observe her.
Perhaps her body, now accustomed to the pleasure he gave, subconsciously anticipated his actions. Feeling the warm liquid flowing down from her wet and aroused entrance and perineum, making her endlessly embarrassed and miserable, Rosen often burst into tears.
“You look just like a cat in heat. Well, this is the look that suits you best.”
“Ah, ah! Stop! I just, just came, sob!”
He scraped her most sensitive spots, thrusting deep near her cervix, causing an intense heat to build around her entrance. With each thrust, his heavy txstxcles slapped against her swollen clxxxris, sending sharp jolts through her. Unable to bear the intense sensations, she moaned uncontrollably.
A large hand slid under the négligée bunched around her waist, wrapping around her soft lower abdomen. He tightly held her squirming body, playfully fingering her belly button while rubbing the area beside it. The insides, filled with pleasure, felt like they would burst. Rosen could feel her stomach bulge slightly, shaped by his thick member.
“Ah, again, I’m going to, ugh, haah, ah!”
“Not yet. Huh, it’s not time.”
“Ah, aanngh…”
“Stay still.”
Iscarion held the collapsing Rosen from behind, reaching between her legs. A few days ago, she had been humiliated when he shaved her intimate area after making eye contact with him in the bathroom. He seemed to have noticed her silent wish that he would cut himself while shaving. Satisfied with the smooth result, he left Rosen feeling utterly embarrassed.
Without the hair to buffer the sensations, her sensitive area became even more reactive, making her suffer for a while.
The scene continued with Iscarion’s relentless training, pushing Rosen to her limits. However, her resolve and the emotional turmoil caused by the intimate and humiliating experiences reflected a deeper struggle and complex relationship between them.
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