I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 11
Her waist, which had been cinched in a corset all her life, was now so slender it could almost fit into one of his hands. In contrast, her hips flared out beneath her, as full and inviting as her b*****s, which bounced with the slightest movement.
When he released her pale bottom, his handprint remained, a red mark against her skin like footprints left in fresh snow. Between her cheeks, his dark, merciless member was buried deep inside her. Though he had pushed in more than yesterday, there was still a long way to go before she could take all of him.
Teshiel relished the sight, enjoying the way her body, despite her innocence, squeezed and clenched around him. When her trembling finally subsided, he grabbed hold of the black tie binding her wrists and pulled her upward. A soft moan escaped Bonita as her upper body followed, lifting from the desk. The papers that had been crumpled against her chest fluttered to the floor.
Grasping her b****t firmly, he elicited another helpless moan from her lips.
Without releasing her b****t, Teshiel tugged her back, forcing Bonita’s torso to straighten fully.
“Hah… Hng…!”
His member remained deeply embedded inside her, and the shift in position only intensified the sensation. Bonita gasped for air, her body twitching from the overwhelming stimulation. Teshiel leaned down, biting her ear, inhaling the scent of her neck. The scent was even more intoxicating than it had been the day before. He licked her neck, then whispered in her ear.
“How does it feel, not being able to see anything?”
Bonita didn’t respond, her mind too overwhelmed to form a coherent answer. Teshiel, displeased with her silence, twisted her n****e sharply.
“Ah, hng…!”
“I asked you a question.”
“I-I don’t know… ahh…!”
She cried out, unable to offer any other response.
With a smirk, Teshiel pushed her upper body back down onto the desk.
“Then I suppose I’ll have to teach you.”
He began to move his hips.
As he pulled back, his member, now slick and shining with her fluids, slid free, leaving her trembling and exposed. Gripping himself to ensure he didn’t push in too deeply, Teshiel thrust back inside.
“Ah, ngh…!”
Bonita’s body twisted involuntarily. Teshiel grabbed her bound wrists and pinned them down against the desk as he continued to move his hips.
“Haa! Ah! Ngh, ahh, ah…!”
Each thrust forced cries from Bonita’s throat, her voice growing hoarse from the intensity. The pain still lingered, but it was now accompanied by a new, overwhelming sensation that filled her lower abdomen. She had no idea what sounds were escaping her lips, only that the sensation was all-consuming.
With every powerful thrust, Teshiel’s grip on her hips pulled her forward, rhythmically lifting her upper body off the desk. Her b*****s rubbed against the surface, smearing across papers scattered beneath her. In the background, she could hear the faint clinking of porcelain—likely the teacup she had set down earlier.
Right… I was supposed to be a maid serving tea… Did His Majesty even drink the tea I poured yesterday? I can’t remember.
The grip on her wrists reminded Bonita of her place. She couldn’t do anything. She wasn’t allowed to. All she could do was follow His Majesty’s will… whatever he desired.
“Hah… ah! Ah…!”
The hot, throbbing length inside her began moving faster, leaving her completely overwhelmed. Bonita’s mind went blank, her thoughts dissolving as tears, mixed with the wetness of her blindfold, finally spilled down her cheeks. In the darkness, she sobbed, her body submitting fully to Teshiel.
At some point, Teshiel pressed himself deep inside her with a firm, deliberate push. With a low grunt, warmth spread throughout her lower belly as his release filled her. His massive, pulsating length twitched inside her, flooding her with his essence. The sensation alone sent Bonita spiraling into another climax.
“Hah… huh…”
She heard Teshiel’s breathing as he calmed himself behind her. Slowly, the massive presence in her abdomen withdrew, leaving her feeling hollow. A moment later, she heard the familiar sound of a belt buckle being fastened, the shuffling of papers being organized, and the creak of leather as someone settled into a chair.
But Bonita wasn’t given permission to move. She remained draped over the desk, her hips twitching, left in the position where he had finished inside her. A rustling sound filled the air, and she realized Teshiel had picked up a pen and was writing something.
Her face was a mess of tears as she lay there, listening to the scratch of the pen on paper. After what felt like an eternity, something brushed against the inside of her thighs.
“Ah, hah… ngh…”
