I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 47
Once that thought crossed her mind, something in her clicked. Bonita realized she liked it—being tormented by him. What did it matter? She would be doing this every day until the end of the year anyway. Why suffer through it when she could embrace it? Besides, Teshiel wouldn’t make her pregnant unless he tried, and he wasn’t doing that.
“Red was nice too,” Teshiel murmured, squeezing her b****t so hard it hurt. He took her n****e into his mouth and sucked deeply, hard enough to send a shiver of something between pain and pleasure up her spine.
Bonita moaned, unsure whether it was from the pain or the pleasure. Her n****e, now swollen and darker than usual, glistened from his saliva. Teshiel flicked his tongue over the stiff peak and muttered as he continued.
“The color really suits you, huh?.”
He began painting Bonita’s pale skin like a canvas, leaving marks all over her body. Bruises bloomed on her b*****s, bite marks appeared on her slender waist, and red handprints decorated the soft skin of her inner thighs every time she tried to close her legs.
“Haah… ngh… aah, hnn…”
Even under normal circumstances, Bonita could never resist Teshiel’s touch. But now, bound and helpless, all she could do was submit to his whims, her body given entirely over to him. The only thing left for her to do was cry, moan, and beg him for mercy.
“Ah… ah… Master, please… ah! Please… please…”
“Please what?”
Teshiel asked, his lips brushing against her trembling c******s as he spoke. The entrance below it quivered, leaking fluids in anticipation. Bonita, her face a mess of tears and desperation, whispered softly.
“Put it… put it in…”
In that moment, she saw his eyes change. It was the same look he had when he pushed himself deep into her, reaching her innermost core.
Teshiel ripped off his shirt as if tearing through fabric meant nothing to him.
What… What did I just say? Bonita squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head, ashamed of her own words. But before she could even think, Teshiel’s strong hand grasped her chin, forcing her to face him again.
“Watch.”
His commanding voice felt like molten lava, and Bonita’s eyes fluttered open. Between her legs, his thick, throbbing s***t was poised at her entrance.
“I’ll grant your wish.”
He grinned, cruel and heated, as he thrust his length deep into her wet core.
“Ahh… haa…!”
The moment she witnessed that dark-red pillar plunging into her, Bonita lost her breath, her body going rigid from the overwhelming sensation. Pain and pleasure surged through her, hitting her like a lightning strike. Her back arched, her head rolling back uncontrollably, but Teshiel pulled her chin forward once again, forcing her to look at him.
“Just look at me. This is what you want, no?”
Teshiel slid his hands beneath her thighs, gripping her hips firmly as he pulled her closer, propping her legs up as he knelt. Her waist lifted into the air, fully exposing the point of their union. His thick, slick c**k, glistening with her arousal, slowly withdrew, and it was still unbelievable that her body could take in something so massive. With a powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her again, all the way to the hilt.
“Ah! Ah!”
Her hands were bound, and her legs were hooked over his arms, leaving her suspended helplessly in midair. Tears welled up in Bonita’s eyes, not from pain or shame, but from the intense pleasure Teshiel inflicted upon her.
Teshiel’s face drew closer, his lips muttering something low and unintelligible. His golden eyes darkened under furrowed brows as he quickened his pace. The tears streamed down her flushed cheeks, and his movements only grew more relentless.
“Ah! Ahh, ah! Haa… aah! Ah!”
Her moans, laced with soft whimpers, took on a sticky, breathless quality. She called out to him, helplessly clinging to his every thrust, her body quivering as she begged for more. Even as her hands remained bound, her hips twisted and shook as she pleaded for release.
“Haa… so… so good… ah, ah, please…!”
Stars burst before her eyes as her body arched uncontrollably, her inner walls clenching tightly around his s***t. His hardness only grew more rigid, relentlessly pounding her tender insides.
