Try Begging Novel - Chapter 34

“It would have been better if you had spread them so obediently from the start.”

After that, the tension in Grace’s breathing deepened. Every time something soft scraped against something, and every time Winston made a suggestive remark, Fred gave a loud sniffle.

“Lift your skirt.”

Leon slowly traced the inside of the woman’s thigh with the tip of his shoe, stimulating her. The firm tip met a soft sensation.

“Hmph…”

Grace winced as he flicked the garter strap that held her stocking.

“Illegal possession of weapons. Body search.”

He chuckled, then added, “Ah, I don’t need an excuse anymore.”

“Ah!”

Winston abruptly kicked his leg up. The pointed toe of his shoe nudged the center of her bloomers, pressing against the delicate flesh within.

Following his footwork, a feeling that wasn’t exactly pain, but unbearably agonizing, surged to her head and receded repeatedly. Winston watched Grace with a calm expression, unlike someone performing such vulgar acts.

“Hmph…”

She focused all her strength on biting her lip and suppressing a messy moan, then suddenly felt dizzy.

“Ah…”

Her legs gave way, and as she stumbled, she instinctively reached out and squeezed her eyes shut. But Grace did not fall onto the cold floor; she fell onto a hot body.

“Did you come?”

“Hmph, no.”

“My darling, you come so easily.”

Grace, momentarily forgetting her situation due to the mind-numbing heat, pushed against his chest. But to Leon, it was merely a cute tantrum.

“Ah, ugh… It hurts.”

Leon held the woman, who had collapsed onto his lap with her legs wide open, as if to crush her. Even through multiple layers of fabric, the soft sensation of her female body was vividly felt, and he trembled with uncontrollable ecstasy.

What are you, truly?

She remained a mystery. The cunning spy who had deceived him. The daughter of the enemy who had killed his father. That alone could not explain why she alone had such an effect on him.

Leon gripped the woman’s buttocks through her clothes. As he pulled her closer, her vulva, covered by a thin layer of bloomers, aligned with his center. His hand crudely kneaded her buttocks, and a rough friction began.

“Hmph…”

His penis wasn’t even directly touching her. But every time the curved column of flesh, trapped within her clothes, bumped against her skin, she felt as if she were already naked and being violated.

Her clitoris, still tingling from the aftershocks of climax, vibrated. Grace trembled uncontrollably, just as she had when violated by his shoe.

“Haa… You feel it well.”

Leon rubbed his body against hers, exhaling hot breaths. Every time he put pressure below, the woman writhed, unable to endure the stimulation. Rubbing her vulva against a man’s body… she was no different from a bitch in heat, unable to control herself.

“You were well-trained.”

The woman’s eyes turned defiant. She wanted to refute him but seemed to be suppressing her indignation.

“Please, ugh, just do it.”

The woman pleaded into his ear. Leon shook his head and thrust his hips hard.

“I decide that.”

“Hmph…”

The woman’s back arched sharply. He hadn’t allowed her to cover her mouth, so she began to bite her lip and suppress her moans.

It felt like she would tear apart. Leon stared, mesmerized, at the soft flesh pressed by his firm teeth, then let out a pained moan.

Bleed. Hurry.

Finally, the moment a drop of crimson blood formed on the tip of her pale teeth, he couldn’t hold back.

He gripped the back of her neck and covered her lips with his. Blood, warm with her body heat, spread between their soft, touching flesh.

He licked away a piece of flesh once, then pulled his lips away. Leon meticulously licked the blood that had gathered in the creases of his lips with the tip of his tongue.

This thrilling taste. This pungent smell. This feeling, as if his heart and everything below would burst.

Leon, intoxicated by the intense déjà vu, bit the woman’s lips again.

“Ugh, no…”

“Haa… I said I decide that.”

“Stop, ugh…”

The chair began to creak loudly as she struggled to escape him. Soon, the wet, squelching sounds of flesh sticking and pulling apart, and the friction of wet flesh, echoed through the torture chamber. Fred’s faint whimpers of “no” were completely forgotten.

The kiss was violent. He probed the wound with his tongue and sucked the blood. Grace moaned in sharp pain.

It wasn’t like this back then.

That kiss, when she was a child, hadn’t been sharp. Only thrilling.

Grace despaired, finding herself in a situation that was similar yet utterly different. Had the child she once was met a monster, or created one?

“Ugh…”

If blood didn’t come out, he might tear her lips further. Just as Winston licked her swollen lower lip once more and was about to bite again, Grace boldly pushed her tongue between his parted lips.

Soon, the kiss became quite ordinary. Gripping each other’s necks and cheeks, and devouring each other’s tongues, it was no different from the lustful kiss of any lovers. If only the man’s right hand hadn’t been holding a dagger.

Grace slowly sucked on Winston’s extended tongue. Finally, his tongue detached from her puckered lips, and a long thread of saliva stretched between them.

“Haa, first…”

Winston, his eyes somewhat slaked, pointed to Grace’s chest.

“I need to confirm if it’s correct.”

He meant to confirm if her nipples were pink.

He didn’t touch Grace’s clothes. He simply waited, his chin propped at an angle.

He meant for her to undress herself.

Grace glared at Winston and lowered the apron’s shoulder straps. She tried to act composed, but her hands trembled as she unbuttoned the black maid’s uniform from her neck down to her waist.

As the front slowly parted, the man’s gaze on Grace grew dangerous. Looking at his increasingly twisted smile, it seemed this man was happy she was a spy.

“Ah, don’t!”

It was just as she was about to unbutton the first button of her blouse. Winston grabbed the collar of her blouse with both hands and pulled it apart. With a tearing sound, the fabric ripped, and white buttons flew everywhere.

Leon, who had pulled both the blouse and maid’s uniform down past her shoulders, scoffed. A white bra, completely devoid of sexiness. Now that he thought about it, when he had taken it off on the billiard table, her bra had also been white.

“Even your underwear is plain. I wish what’s behind it had a bit more color.”

He gripped the center of her bra with both hands. The moment veins bulged on his lean hands, the tough fabric ripped like paper.

“It’s correct.”

The peak in the center of the undulating, milky flesh was pink.

The moment he released the torn bra, Grace tried to pull her clothes together. Leon peeled her hands away from her chest one by one.

“Sorry. I’m going to be busy now, so I don’t have time to worry about your hands.”

His movements, as he fastened her hands one by one to the handcuffs on the chair’s armrests, were elegant. He was even tender, as if fastening an expensive bracelet onto a lover’s wrist.

Her pale hands trembled more than before. In fact, the woman’s entire body was trembling. Her breasts also swayed, and the peach-blossom-like tips of her breasts twitched, which was pleasing to see.

Unlike the vulgar lumps of flesh that dancers at cabarets shook, this woman’s body, just by looking at it, made his mouth water.

Leon slowly raised his gaze from the lustrous, plump flesh to her face, stained with shame, and asked in a polite tone, “May I suck, Miss Riddle?”

He even used honorifics, asking for permission. It was a cruel act, knowing that the decision over this woman’s body was solely his. And the woman, who could only part her blood-stained lips without refusing, knew it too.

“…”

He liked the woman’s eyes, which glared at him as if to kill him. Her teal eyes, which usually only showed contempt, now also held deep fear and humiliation. A sudden urge to see them stained crimson someday arose within him.

“It seems my request was unclear.”

He did not stop his cruel act.

“May my tongue dare to touch Miss Riddle’s breast…”

“Do it. Do whatever you want. Please, don’t ask.”

When he pressed her for an answer with even more humiliating words, the woman gritted her teeth and whispered the unnecessary permission through her trembling teeth.

“Do whatever I want? That’s a very dangerous thing to say.”

What do you think I’ll do? He added, moistening his twisted lips with the tip of his tongue. Grace gasped for breath and turned her head away.

“Watch closely.”

Leon gripped the woman’s chin and turned her face forward. He slowly lowered his head, meeting her eyes, which deepened with contempt and humiliation. As his lips parted just before touching her protruding nipple, the corners of the woman’s eyes turned a beautiful pink.

The same color as her nipple.