Lewd Courtship - Chapter 64

That man hadn’t stopped even when she said it hurt. Instead, he’d spanked her harder and treated her with contempt. That memory was still deeply etched into her body somewhere.

Rachel had summoned Kyle to relive that sensation. Though she’d asked him to be rough, she couldn’t bring herself to use more explicit words—her last shred of dignity held her back.

Ah… please, just do something to me…

Rachel gnawed anxiously on her own cheek until she could no longer hold back and blurted out:

“Hah… Kyle, a little more…”

At her pleading cry, Kyle’s eyes widened. Understanding her unspoken desire, he hesitated no longer and thrust into her tight entrance in one decisive motion.

“Hhk…!”

Rachel let out a sharp gasp. Her back arched, and her lower abdomen clenched. His p***s, buried deep inside her, pulsed assertively.

Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him closer. The moment she did, Kyle began thrusting relentlessly.

“Ah! Hng—ah! Haah, ah!”

Rachel’s breaths came in ragged bursts. Their colliding bodies rocked like waves, and her slick inner walls clung tightly to his shaft. Overwhelmed by the sensations rising from below, she struggled against her bonds. The tie around her wrists tightened with a harsh scrape.

Kyle covered her restrained wrists with his palm, holding them firmly in place as he continued his rapid, pounding rhythm.

He continued without pause, driving into her to the hilt and pounding her pelvis with rough, relentless thrusts.

The bed creaked violently under the force of his movements. Rachel’s body shook fiercely with each impact, and the pressure on her bound wrists began to twist painfully. What had initially been an exhilarating sensation soon sharpened into genuine pain.

“Ngh…! Ah…! Ah—! It’s too… too much…!”

Instinctively, Rachel twisted her arms, trying to break free. But this time, Kyle didn’t pull back. Instead, he gripped her wrists even tighter and scraped against her inner walls with each thrust. The wet, rhythmic slap of their bodies colliding echoed through the room.

“Ah! Hah…! Ah—! It hurts…! Stop…!”

At some point, the pain became unbearable. Rachel thrashed her legs and writhed violently beneath him. Startled by her intense reaction, Kyle hastily released her wrists and withdrew. He fumbled anxiously, checking on her condition.

“A-Are you alright?”

Instead of answering, Rachel looked down at her hands. Red marks were gradually appearing where the ties had dug into her skin. Though this was close to what she had asked for, it wasn’t exactly the outcome she had wanted.

He had been gentle, yet somehow missed the mark—his innate warmth skirting just past where she needed it most. Putting that into words felt awkward, especially since Rachel herself wasn’t entirely sure what she truly wanted.

Slowly, she pushed herself upright and extended her wrists toward Kyle, who was watching her nervously.

“…My wrists hurt.”

“Ah… I’m sorry, Your Highness.”

Kyle hurriedly untied the lace and knelt before her. He gently caressed her reddened wrists, his touch filled with remorse.

His hands were tender, yet between his legs, his still-e***t p***s stood awkwardly, a stark contrast to his gentle demeanor.

Rachel didn’t dislike his kindness. She even had a certain fondness for his sizable, ruddy member.

But strangely, every time she faced these things, the face of that man she despised kept resurfacing in her mind.

The frivolous smiles he’d occasionally given her flickered before her eyes, overlain with the memory of his biting kisses and relentless gaze—cool yet scorching. Without realizing it, the recollection made her body dampen anew.

“Ah…”

The sticky sensation spreading through her lower body made Rachel forget how to breathe for a moment. She exhaled sharply and turned her gaze back to Kyle.

If she sent him away now, he would surely think her capricious. He might even resent her and spread word of what had happened.

Yet, Rachel no longer wanted to continue. Going further with anyone else felt like it would only bring misery to both herself and her partner. Finally, she lowered her eyes and whispered:

“…I’m sorry, Kyle. Let’s stop here.”

“Ah… Yes, understood.”

Though he had more to say, Kyle rose silently, a trace of reluctance in his demeanor. He adjusted his attire and moved toward the door with slow, heavy steps.

Just before exiting, he glanced back at Rachel one last time. She sat with her head bowed, utterly still. Without another word, he turned and disappeared beyond the threshold.

As the door closed, silence descended upon the room. A strange chill seeped into the dim space, making Rachel shiver despite the late spring night.

“Sigh…”