I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 12
The scratching sound of the pen continued in the background as a sudden wave of sensation rippled through her again. Teshiel’s fingers casually rubbed her swollen c******s, sending jolts of stimulation through her body. Her entrance was slick, a mixture of his release and her fluids making everything impossibly wet and slippery. Though she had already climaxed multiple times, it didn’t take long for her to reach another peak.
“Hah… ah! Ahh!”
Bonita trembled violently as she came again, her hips shaking uncontrollably. But Teshiel’s hand didn’t stop. He continued to write, his other hand still playing with the sensitive spot between her legs. She lay helplessly over the desk, caught in an endless loop of pleasure as his fingers brought her over the edge again and again.
It was a miracle she hadn’t passed out. Just when she thought she could take no more, a strong arm wrapped around her, lifting her up. The blindfold remained in place, but the tie binding her wrists was finally loosened and removed.
Was he finally letting her go? Would she be allowed to return to her room? As she hoped for release, her body was instead laid back down onto the desk—but this time, not face down. She was positioned on her back, her chest exposed to the air, facing upward.
Then, she felt something soft and wet envelop one of her n*****s before it was lightly nipped.
“Ah, ahng!”
And so, the torment began anew. Her b*****s were bitten and sucked, while a hot tongue traced paths along her neck and earlobes. Her n*****s, already overly sensitive from all the biting and twisting, made her arch her back with the slightest brush of his tongue.
The most tormented spot was the heart-shaped mark on her chest. Even without seeing it, Bonita was sure it was bruised and swollen by now. Panting heavily, she was once again asked the same mocking question.
“How does it feel, not being able to see?”
“Ah, Your Majesty… please… please… I don’t know… please…”
Once again, Bonita found herself crying and pleading, and Teshiel answered not with words, but by thrusting his massive length back between her legs.
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The next morning, as always, the maids brought in a fresh set of clothes. Bonita, with no appetite, barely touched her breakfast. She let the maids undress her, her body limp and unresisting.
One of the maids gasped as she saw Bonita’s chest and neck, now covered in bruises, bite marks, handprints, and welts. The maid quickly composed herself, trying to hide her shock, but Bonita caught the look of sympathy and horror in her expression.
When the maid revealed the new outfit, Bonita could only stare in disbelief. It wasn’t even clothing, just two long pieces of supple, tanned leather.
“How… how am I supposed to wear this?”
“We’ll help you put it on.”
Two maids stood before and behind Bonita, holding the strips of leather. The leather was so narrow that it barely covered her n*****s, and from the top of her chest to just above her thighs, small holes lined the edges. As they pressed the leather against her body, a third maid approached, holding several strings to thread through the holes, lacing the front and back panels together.
Like tightening a corset, the maid pulled the strings so tightly that Bonita’s skin bulged between the gaps. The thin leather clung to her body, hugging her curves. Once it was secured, her front and back were somewhat covered, but her sides were left completely exposed, held together by nothing but the tight strings pressing into her skin.
To make matters worse, the ivory-colored leather was almost identical to her skin tone. At a glance, it looked as if she was wearing nothing at all.
Paradoxically, Bonita found a strange sense of comfort. The tightness around her chest and waist felt familiar, almost like the corsets she was used to wearing. And though her sides were exposed, the opaque leather at least covered most of the marks left on her chest.
“Would you like to wear this, at least?” one of the maids, the one who had shown sympathy earlier, asked. She gestured to Bonita’s bruised neck and offered a scarf.
Bonita shook her head, declining the scarf. She didn’t want to risk wearing something that might draw attention and lead to another blindfolding.
With the strings so tightly fastened, walking was a bit uncomfortable, but Bonita followed the maid, carrying the tray as they headed toward Teshiel’s office. As usual, he was there, awaiting her.
