Bridal Lessons - Chapter 31
With his firm grip on the back of her neck, Iscarion moved her head back and forth vigorously, causing the penis lodged in her small mouth to go deeper and deeper. Rosen struggled to catch her breath, unable to swallow all of the ejaculation.
As some of the sxmxn dribbled out, he showed no mercy, making her repeat the same task without giving her a moment’s rest. For a while, the quiet, spacious bedroom was filled with the muffled sounds of her gagging and the low hums of Iscarion’s pleasure.
By the fourth round, the exhausted Rosen desperately tried not to spill any of his sxmxn. She wanted it to be over, not because of the humiliation or the act itself, but because it was simply too exhausting and painful.
But just as she was about to swallow the last bit, she sneezed, causing the milky fluid to dribble down her chest. Looking down at the creamy liquid on her brxxsts, Iscarion commanded in a detached tone.
“Again.”
“Ah! Please, I can’t anymore, please, stop, ugh…”
After enduring the same ordeal several times, Rosen’s mind was blank. The smell of his musk seemed to fill her entire mouth, from her palate to her cheeks, down her throat. Her knees were sore from kneeling, her lips and the corners of her mouth burned red and numb, and her slightly swollen lips glistened with saliva and sxmxn.
Every time her teeth accidentally grazed his shaft, she would receive a punishing pinch to her nxxples, making her blouse ride up and exposing her heaving, white brxxsts. Her upper undergarments had also been pushed up, leaving her exposed. The red, swollen nxxples stood out more than usual. The shame was unbearable, but she was too out of breath to cover herself.
Desperate and tearful, Rosen shook her head.
“Can’t do it with your mouth anymore, Rosie?”
“Yes, please, no more, please…”
“Alright then.”
With tears welling up in her eyes, Rosen felt a fleeting sense of relief when Iscarion nodded. She thought his anger had finally subsided, that the harsh punishment was over.
But she quickly realized how naive she had been when he stood up, scooping her up and carrying her towards the bed. Her eyes widened in fear as she looked up at him.
“Wh, what are you doing…?”
“If you can’t use your mouth up top, we’ll just have to use your lower one.”
“What do you mean?! No!”
Despite her frantic resistance, he placed her on the bed, yanking off her carefully donned travel pants in one swift motion. He ignored her struggles as he completely stripped off her top, then pulled off her undergarments, baring her intimate area.
Her legs, numb from kneeling so long, refused to cooperate, making it impossible to stand or flee. The large mirror on the canopy bed’s ceiling reflected her completely naked body in all its exposed glory.
“No, I don’t want this…”
“Even if you don’t like my bed, it’s going to happen here.”
Iscarion gazed down at Rosen’s nude body as he untied his cravat. Despite knowing it would be overwhelming for her, he had punished her with repeated oral tasks to teach her submission. He was angry at her for trying to escape again.
Even though he had tried to soothe her and change her mind, her persistent rejection had enraged him. But that didn’t mean his feelings for her or his deep, enduring affection had faded.
He couldn’t let her first time be on the floor. The soft bed would make it more bearable, even if it would still be difficult and exhausting.
He spread her legs wide, positioning himself between them, using his knees to prevent her from closing them. He then parted her small, closed folds with his thumb and forefinger, exposing the entrance of her vagina. Rosen panicked, trying to escape.
“No! Stop it! No!”
“You’re already wet, so there’s no need to get you more aroused.”
“No, it’s not true…”
“Did you get wet just from sucking my cxck, Rosie? How lewd.”
Indeed, as he said, even without much stimulation, Rosen’s intimate area was slightly moist. Iscarion made a point of drawing attention to the wet sounds as he fingered her, making her acutely aware of the embarrassing sensation of her own fluids trickling down her perineum.
“N-No, it’s not…”
“If not, did you get like this just from showing your pxssy to me?”
