I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 10
The robe draped over Bonita’s back was suddenly yanked aside, exposing her bare skin to the cold air in the room. A boot nudged between her feet, pushing her legs apart. Bonita, bent over the desk, had no choice but to spread her legs.
For a moment, nothing happened. The wetness between her legs began to feel cold. She wanted to stand up, close her legs, pull her robe back together, and remove the blindfold. But she remained motionless, legs spread, with silent tears soaking the blindfold as she lay there helplessly.
After what felt like an eternity, two hands suddenly grabbed her hips.
“Hng…!”
Bonita shuddered, startled as the large hands gripped her and spread her apart. In the next moment, something soft and warm made contact with her c******s.
“Ah…!”
It was a sensation she had never felt before—something soft and tender enveloped her c**t, and then it gently sucked.
“Ahhhng!”
Her back arched in response, the pleasure overwhelming her. She could hear Teshiel chuckling lowly, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. Then his tongue began to move.
“Hah… ah, ah… haah…!”
He licked and sucked deliberately, making loud, teasing sounds. The soft yet heated sensation from his mouth was too much for her to bear, and Bonita’s body squirmed involuntarily. Each time she tried to move, the hands gripping her hips tightened, holding her firmly in place. Her fluids flowed freely, dripping down uncontrollably.
It didn’t take long for Bonita to reach her peak. With a short cry, her body trembled, her inner walls convulsing between her spread cheeks.
Finally, Teshiel’s hands left her hips. His next move was to reach for Bonita’s dark brown hair, gently tucking the strands that had fallen over her face behind her ear and neck. His touch was unexpectedly soft as his fingers brushed her slightly parted lips. Then, without warning, two fingers plunged deep into her entrance.
“Hah…!”
Though tight, her passage was already so slick and loosened that it seemed to pull his fingers in. The fingers slid out fully before thrusting back in with speed.
“Ah! Hng, ah…!”
His hand moved quickly, fingers driving in and out, each thrust making his palm smack against her thighs and perineum. The areas where he touched soon turned a flushed pink. Dazed, Bonita’s mouth fell open, and just as it did, another set of fingers slipped between her lips, teasing and playing with her tongue. Even with her tongue restrained, moans continued to spill out between gasps.
Now, three fingers worked inside her, stretching her further. It was tight, but the sensation was stronger, more overwhelming.
“Ah… ahh… hng…”
Something started to rise in her lower abdomen, her body heating up in an instant. She hadn’t experienced it many times, but she knew well enough now—it was the feeling of approaching climax.
At that moment, the fingers slipped out of both her mouth and her lower entrance simultaneously, leaving her on the edge of release, the sensation pulling back just before it could fully erupt. Her mouth felt dry.
Without knowing what she was even saying, Bonita spoke.
“Ah, my lord, please…”
It was only after the word “please” left her lips that she remembered what had happened the last time she begged in tears.
Click. The sound of a belt buckle being undone reached her ears. Bonita flinched, her shoulders tensing. Even though she knew what was coming, the only words she could utter were the same.
“…Please.”
Stop, please stop.
Something blunt pressed against her entrance. She clenched her eyes shut under the blindfold as a hot, massive object began to push its way inside, parting her flesh.
“Ah! Hah… ngh…”
The pain was still sharp. It hurt too much. Her body reflexively tightened, her hips clenching as if to resist.
“Tch… relax.”
“N-No, I… I can’t, ah… I can’t do this…”
Bonita trembled as she responded, and Teshiel gripped her hips with both hands. Slowly, he applied pressure, pushing his entire length deeper into her.
The moment he entered, it felt as if lightning struck through Bonita’s mind. She had already been on the brink, and now, with his size pressing against not only her inner walls but seemingly against her very core, it felt like he had reached places even deeper than before.
“Ah… Hah… Ahhh…!”
Bonita’s inner walls convulsed, squeezing tightly around the thing inside her.
Teshiel let out a low chuckle, gazing down at the sight before him—this woman, bound at the wrists, blindfolded, and writhing in the throes of her climax on his desk.
The sight was immensely satisfying.
