I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 46
There was no way she could continue. Her shame made her eyes fill with tears. Seeing this, Teshiel stood and approached her. He grabbed her hand, forcing her fingers to move inside her again, until the sound of her wetness became unmistakable. Mortified, Bonita tried to pull her hand away, but a loud smack echoed in the room as a handprint appeared on the inside of her pale thigh.
“Keep going.”
He returned to his chair, leaning back with his head tilted slightly, watching her with amusement. With tears staining her cheeks, Bonita reluctantly started moving her hand again.
The inside of her was embarrassingly soft and wet. Each time her fingers pushed in, it felt as though a piece of Teshiel’s gaze was searing into her, and when she pulled out, the wet sound and dripping moisture left her thighs soaked. His stare was like a burning caress all over her body, and the thought of exposing herself so completely to him was overwhelming. Yet despite all that, she was still this wet. Shame and humiliation washed over her, and she clamped her other hand over her mouth.
“Mm… ngh… ah…”
Wet, muffled sobs escaped between her fingers. She could hardly believe how hot it was getting between her legs. The slick sounds coming from her only added to Teshiel’s low chuckle, and a chilling pleasure ran down her spine. Even knowing that he was watching everything, her fingers moved faster inside her on their own accord.
“Ah… ngh… ah…”
In the end, Bonita couldn’t hold back and reached a small climax right in front of Teshiel’s eyes. There was no hiding it—the way her thighs trembled and her insides clung to her fingers, pulsing uncontrollably.
A slow clap filled the room.
“Well done.”
Her face flushed a deep red. She tried to pull her hand away from between her legs and lower her nightgown, but Teshiel had already risen from his seat, grabbing her wrist before she could cover herself. He brought her slick fingers to his mouth and sucked them in.
“Ah… ngh…”
A moan escaped her as his hot, pliant tongue wrapped around her fingers. It felt eerily similar to the sensation of him inside her. Bonita whimpered, trying to pull her hand away, but he wouldn’t let go. Instead, he held her gaze, savoring her fingers as if they were a delicacy, licking between each one before finally releasing her hand.
With a soft gasp, Bonita covered her face with her newly freed hand. Teshiel chuckled softly as his hands slipped beneath her bunched-up nightgown. She flinched as his hot palms glided up her sides, firmly squeezing her b*****s before tugging the nightgown all the way up.
Bonita’s upper body and head slipped free from her nightgown, but just as she was about to fully stretch her arms out, Teshiel stopped. He didn’t fully remove the nightgown; instead, he twisted the fabric around her wrists and firmly tied it to the bedpost, leaving her hands bound above her head. In an instant, Bonita was left completely exposed, her breath shallow as she lay bound and naked.
Teshiel leisurely took in her bare form as he removed his coat and unbuttoned his suit’s cuffs.
“You were wearing quite a pretty dress earlier,” he remarked.
Bonita’s face turned a deep shade of red at the mention of the dress— the one that left her waist and lower chest completely exposed, with a bright red rose embroidered right in the center. Teshiel, now down to just his shirt, twisted her n****e between his fingers.
“Ah!”
“What were you thinking back there, wearing a dress like that? Hmm?”
That you would do exactly what you’re doing now… that you would rip the dress apart and take me, not caring at all about the knights watching.
“I-I wasn’t thinking anything… Ahn…!”
The heat of Teshiel’s hands as they twisted and squeezed her b*****s was overwhelming. It was exactly what she had longed for while serving tea in the conference room. Her body trembled with a mixture of tension and delight. Teshiel mounted her, burying his face in her neck, and inhaled deeply.
Bonita knew exactly what that meant now—he was savoring the energy she radiated from her arousal. His lips trailed down her neck, biting and sucking so hard it hurt, and a moan escaped her lips. His mouth found her collarbone, then drifted to her chest. As he reached the sensitive part of her b****t, her back arched, and her toes curled in response.
“Ahh…”
Yes… it feels so good. Please, more… please, ruin me.
