I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 61
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Unbeknownst to Bonita, who had suddenly become the “princess” of a distant land in rumors outside the Demon Lord’s castle, she sat quietly on Teshiel’s lap in his office. She leaned back against his perfectly dressed chest, while she herself wore nothing but garter belts and lace stockings.
Between her spread legs, Teshiel’s length was fully sheathed inside her, her core soaked with a mixture of their fluids. Her hands were tied with ribbons to the garter belt, fastened just beside her hips. While she could easily rip through the delicate lace stockings and free herself with a slight tug, the bondage was symbolic of her helplessness. She was not allowed to free herself without Teshiel’s permission, despite it being the master’s clothes that adorned her, ones that he could tear away without a second thought.
Though Bonita was of average height, Teshiel’s large frame enveloped her completely, making her seem much smaller. Sitting impaled on him, he read documents over her shoulder. With his right hand, he flipped through the papers, while his left hand idly toyed with her.
When his fingers entered her mouth, she obediently licked and sucked them. When he stroked her neck and applied pressure, she panted softly, eyes glistening with tears. Whenever he teased her n*****s, she shivered, letting out soft moans. As he rubbed her c******s, she struggled not to tear her lace stockings, though her trembling thighs leaked juices that dripped down, tightening her around him.
Bonita had climaxed countless times during the hours he spent reviewing the documents. By the time she lost track after the fifth o****m, she no longer knew how many more had followed.
“Ah, ah, ngh… haaa…!”
Her body trembled violently, overwhelmed by the intensity of her pleasure. As she arched her back, Teshiel’s left hand gently caressed her taut spine while he finished signing the last document. Leisurely, he pressed the seal onto the ink to dry it and set the papers aside.
Without withdrawing from her, Teshiel stood up, keeping Bonita still impaled on his length, and bent her upper body forward, pressing her chest flat against the desk.
“Lord… ah! Aah, ah!”
“Title.”
“Hah! Lord T-Te… Teshiel… Ah! Ah!”
As Teshiel slammed into her, Bonita’s body was pressed hard against the desk, her b*****s flattened painfully against the surface, the friction making them sting. Her hands, still tied at her sides, couldn’t move as she was rocked by his relentless thrusts, letting out cries of pleasure.
It didn’t take many thrusts before Bonita found herself on the edge of climax again. Her eyes sparkled with stars as her back arched, and despite the overwhelming pleasure, she was terrified of accidentally ripping her stockings. Her only option was to grip her own b******s tightly, inadvertently spreading herself wider, allowing Teshiel to plunge even deeper inside her.
“Ha, ahh, ah! Ahng, T-Teshiel! Lord Teshiel! Ah! Ahhh!”
Teshiel pushed himself as deep as he could, filling her completely. His hot seed spilled inside her once more, coating her insides and making her tremble uncontrollably as she screamed in pleasure. The moment he drenched her womb with his essence always sent her into the peak of ecstasy, a mix of extreme bliss and a sense of pride that she had satisfied him.
Teshiel slowly withdrew from her, his length slipping out of her soaked entrance. Bonita remained draped over the desk, trembling, as he caught his breath. He leaned back in his office chair, picking up the teacup that had been knocked over, sipping the last bit of cold tea as he admired the sight before him.
Her pale b******s were marked with the red imprints of her own hands, and her trembling pink core twitched in the aftermath of her o****m, leaking the remnants of his release. The lace stockings hugging her thighs were dampened from the fluids seeping down her legs. Unknown to Bonita, the lace connected to her garter belt had been torn, the fabric fraying from being tugged too many times during her climaxes.
Teshiel softly caressed her trembling thigh and spoke in a low voice.
“I’m pretty sure I told you earlier that I liked these stockings.”
Bonita’s body trembled at his words.
“And yet, you couldn’t resist tearing them, could you?”
“N-no, that’s not…”
“Not what? The threads are ruined right here.”
Teshiel’s fingers pulled at the tear in the stocking, lightly rubbing the bare skin beneath. The truth was, he couldn’t care less if her stockings were torn. What mattered was that when he pointed it out, Bonita would grow anxious, her eyes moistening in that vulnerable way he enjoyed.
“Well, I suppose you’ll need to be punished, then.”
