Chapter 50
When he grasped her chest over her nightgown, Aniella’s face flushed hot. Paiki, removing his lips, buried his head between her arms. They were so close they could feel each other’s breath.
“I don’t want punishment.”
“But you like rewards?”
Aniella couldn’t answer and averted her gaze. Secretly, she hoped he would soothe her startled heart. It was too embarrassing to look him in the eye and confess her true feelings honestly.
But her body, which had tasted pleasure through union with him numerous times, was already drooling. Their shared body warmth was comforting. She felt the delusion that her own heart was beating stronger, in time with the thumping of his. She was happy, feeling as if the reason he made an exception for her was because she was special to him.
“Shall I give you your reward?”
Aniella swallowed hard and nodded.
Paiki pinched her right n****e. Her shoulder flinched. With her hands tied and wrapped around his neck, she couldn’t avoid his touch. If she tried to pull her body back, his arm blocked the way.
All she could do was squirm in place. The more she did, the more Paiki tormented her n****e. He cupped her b****t with his hand and scraped over the fabric.
“Mmm, don’t tease there.”
He liked the sound of her urgent, frustrated voice. When he moved his hand faster, Aniella bit her lower lip.
“You s-said it was a reward. Not there, ah… Duke.”
“What should I do? If there’s a place you want, I’ll touch it.”
“Put it in. Put it inside me.”
Her face flushed bright red with shame at begging with her own words. But even her embarrassment couldn’t stop her mouth once it had started. She whispered in his ear to put it in quickly, grinding her hips against the bulge between his legs.
Paiki slipped his hand under her skirt and stroked her smooth legs. When his hand reached her crotch, Aniella’s legs automatically spread. Paiki pressed his chest against her back, holding her, and put the hem of her skirt in her mouth.
“Bite down and hold it. If you drop it, there’s a punishment.”
Paiki caressed her now-exposed womanhood. Confirming her panties were damp, a laugh escaped him. He was satisfied, thinking she seemed just as addicted to this intimacy as he was.
He magically tore the side of her underwear. With his finger, he found the prominent, hidden flesh nestled within her exposed s*x. As he rubbed it persistently, Aniella swallowed hard and threw her head back.
Paiki caught her chin as it rested against his shoulder with one hand. With his other hand, he continued stimulating her c******s.
As he rubbed it gently in circles, Aniella gritted the skirt in her teeth. He covered her hand with his own. Slowly guiding her hand down, he made her stroke her own chest and stomach, then eventually brought it to the c******s he had been rubbing.
When he moved her hand, allowing her to stimulate her own erogenous zone with her own fingers, her hips twitched. It felt strange, as if she had become a pervert getting excited while touching herself in front of him.
Though ashamed, Aniella didn’t avoid his gaze. She lifted her chin to look up at him, breathing laboredly through the skirt clenched in her teeth, making her feel undeniably like a pervert.
When Paiki licked her chin with his tongue, Aniella relaxed the grip of her lips. She turned her head slightly to look at him and stuck out her tongue. Paiki caressed and sucked her tongue with his own.
Distracted by the intense kissing, the skirt, forgotten, slid down. Paiki pinched her n****e hard.
“I said if you drop it, it’s a punishment. Do you want to get hit all over by tentacles like His Majesty?”
“No. I don’t. I’ll hold it again, so please put it in.”
Aniella grabbed the skirt herself, pulled it up, and put it back in her mouth. As if he had been waiting, Paiki lifted her hips slightly and pushed his member inside her in one smooth motion.
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