Chapter 4
“Tw…o.”
It genuinely hurt this time. Her throat was already throbbing as if something were lodged in it, and with her b******s now burning like they were on fire, tears welled up in Diana’s eyes.
Even so, she had to count. If she didn’t, it wouldn’t end with just her rear.
“Diana. Speak clearly. I can’t understand you.”
Adrian stroked her hand-printed b******s. When his rough, sword-calloused palm touched the stinging, inflamed skin, Diana’s waist trembled involuntarily.
“Thr…ee.”
“Hm? What was that? I didn’t hit you that time. You must be daydreaming.”
‘Wait, he didn’t?’
She had misjudged. It hurt so much she truly thought he had hit her. Diana shook her head as if begging for leniency, but it was no use.
“Come to think of it, I suppose I’ve been letting you off too easy lately.”
Easy, my a*s!
He had never once done such a thing! As she swallowed her unswallowed saliva all at once, Diana choked on it, letting out a sudden cough that shook her whole body.
“Don’t struggle.”
Unlike his languid voice, Adrian’s fingers lazily traced lines across her swollen rear as if carving letters into her skin. Every time his fingers touched her, Diana felt a mix of pain, sorrow, and ticklish sensations that caused goosebumps to break out, freezing her entire body solid.
She would rather mop the floors or work in the laundry room inhaling harsh chemicals than stay with a psycho like this.
“Ah.”
“Stay still. It’s hard to see, so I might poke the wrong spot.”
Adrian pulled and spread her plump flesh apart. She had a good idea where he was looking, but rather than feeling shame, Diana simply prayed that this demon of a man wouldn’t touch the wrong place.
“Ho. The color is lovely, isn’t it?”
A puckered, pink entrance was revealed. Adrian’s red tongue slowly wet his lips.
He liked this spot too, but it wasn’t time just yet.
His long, thick fingers hovered around the rim before sliding lower down. To the plump, parted crease that was slick with transparent moisture.
“Huuu.”
The moment Adrian’s finger merely brushed against her, Diana’s jaw trembled violently. Her breathing turned rough, and her hands and feet shook.
Those hateful fingers continued to sweep around her private area. The strange, ticklish sensation was now pressing down into her lower abdomen like a sharp poke.
She felt the urge to urinate, but Diana couldn’t bring herself to say she needed to go to the bathroom.
“You’re holding back well, aren’t you? Following orders puts me in a good mood.”
‘Well, I feel like absolute garbage.’
The wet squelching sound grew increasingly loud. Gathering the fluids leaking from Diana’s core onto his fingers, Adrian spread it over her flesh like cream.
‘Please. Just put it in already.’
Even if her mouth tore open, she could never say such words aloud, but her body was that desperate. His torturously slow hand movement was driving her insane.
Diana bit down hard on her trembling lips, praying for this unbearable ordeal to pass quickly. Adrian was the type who observed his partner’s reaction, feeling either disappointed or satisfied based on what he saw.
As a powerless, penniless maid, all Diana could do was pretend to be unbothered, hoping to make him lose interest and leave her alone.
Of course, Adrian had seen right through Diana’s petty scheme long ago.
Squelch.
“Ah!”
“You swallow it well. The inside is already wet, isn’t it? My preparation was well worth the effort.”
It was merely a single finger, but since Diana couldn’t see what was happening, it felt vastly larger than it actually was.
The sensation of a foreign object doubled, and her tension multiplied tenfold. Her jaw shook uncontrollably, and her mouth turned bone-dry. Having put far too much tension into her legs, her calves were on the verge of cramping.
Slide, squelch.
Every time his finger slowly moved in and out, obscene sounds echoed through the quiet, solemn study.
Diana clamped her hand over her own mouth. She was determined never to let Adrian hear her voice—or risk being overheard by someone passing by outside.
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