I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 75
When she awoke again, she found herself in his arms. Teshiel was leaning against the headboard, cradling her from behind. Her hands and eyes were still bound, preventing her from fully seeing or moving. As she shifted her head slightly, Teshiel gently stroked her rounded shoulder and finally spoke.
“You must be hungry. Would you like something to eat?”
Now that he mentioned it, Bonita realized how hungry and parched she was. She nodded weakly, and it seemed Teshiel reached for something nearby. A delicious smell filled the air. Instead of untying her, he chose to feed her himself.
“Open your mouth,” he said softly, pressing a cup of water to her lips.
The memory of the day they had ridden to the lakeshore came back to her, making her shoulders tremble slightly. Teshiel must have been thinking the same.
“This is the first time we’re actually having a meal together. Strawberries and sandwiches don’t count… that was just a snack. What do you usually like? I had them bring what you usually eat.”
As he spoke, he carefully cut the food and placed it in her mouth. Could this really be called sharing a meal? Chewing on a piece of tomato with salty cheese, Bonita spoke up.
“I can feed myself. Please untie me.”
“That’s not happening. You’ll eat what I give you. If there’s something you don’t like, you can spit it out.”
“Spit it out…?”
Teshiel knew exactly how to keep Bonita obedient.
“Whether it’s up or down, just swallow what I give you.”
Even this teasing was enough to leave Bonita speechless, her face flushing deep red. At his gentle “open wide,” she complied and accepted the next bite. It seemed like venison, and she could hear the sound of liquid being poured.
“How about some wine? I’ve got the one you liked before.”
Before she could even respond, a glass was pressed to her lips. ‘Wine I liked before…?’ she wondered, and as she tasted it, she realized it was one of the wines they had shared in the greenhouse.
She couldn’t tell if this was kindness or not. He was gentle and soft on the surface, but he wasn’t giving her what she truly wanted. Her hands and eyes were still bound, robbing her of freedom. How long did he plan to keep fulfilling his desires like this?
Bonita started to feel more anxious. There had been times before when she’d been tied up or blindfolded, but never for this long.
Although he had said she could spit out anything she didn’t like, Bonita didn’t have the courage to do so. She obediently ate and drank whatever Teshiel gave her, and by the end of the meal, she had already consumed two glasses of wine. The blindfold made her feel a little dizzy. As soon as the meal was over, Teshiel started to tease her, lightly brushing her skin that had turned pink from the alcohol.
“Why are you so flushed, hmm?”
“Hmph… mm…”
Both of her n*****s were being toyed with at the same time, leaving Bonita only able to respond with moans. Whether it was the wine or the continuous, gentle stimulation, she felt even more sensitive to his touch than before. Her thighs were already soaked.
What had happened before the meal repeated itself, just in a different position. She sat with her legs spread on his lap, overwhelmed by one wave of pleasure after another, while Teshiel took his time enjoying it all. When she was on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion, he filled her womb with his cold essence.
It happened several times. Each time he released inside her, she could feel the growing pressure of her bladder. Eventually, she couldn’t hold it any longer.
“Teshiel… Please, untie me now,” she pleaded.
“I already told you no.”
“But…”
She hesitated before admitting the truth, squeezing her thighs together.
“Just for a moment, please… I need to go to the bathroom.”
Her vague sense of unease turned into reality. Teshiel didn’t undo her leather cuffs but merely unhooked the chains connecting them to the bed. The blindfold remained in place. He lifted her up and carried her toward the bathroom.
Surely not… He wouldn’t… He couldn’t…
