The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 54
The Emperor smeared cream on her chest and b******s as well, then applied a generous amount to her navel and the most sensitive protrusion between her legs.
“Today we need to train your n*****s, so we’ll leave the other areas at this.”
Returning to her chest, he focused on tormenting the rounded fruits.
Jaha threw her head back, intermittently letting out cries of pleasure.
“Haah, ah, ah, aaah.”
Hot.
Hot and itchy. Feels like I’m going to burst.
It felt as if all bodily sensations were converging on both n*****s. She couldn’t think of anything else.
The hand touching her n*****s felt like a savior.
I wish he would touch me more.
I wish he would squeeze harder.
Jaha didn’t realize she was pushing her chest forward as if begging. The space between her legs had long since become moist with her fluids.
It was tantalizing. The stimulation from her n*****s was somehow insufficient. There was a tingling thrill, but it was weak. She needed something to fill the lacking pleasure.
At that moment, something hard pressed against the cleft of her b******s. A pulsing, hot p***s. As she became aware of its presence, her womanhood twitched.
Her thoroughly heated flesh instinctively sought release.
Repeated intercourse had thoroughly taught Jaha’s body the sensation that flesh pillar provided.
That’s it. What I need right now. If that enters me, I can be freed from this heat. But why isn’t he inserting it? By now he should be putting it in.
The question circled in her clouded mind. Her hips moved restlessly, as if pleading. An unconscious invitation.
“Come like this.”
The Emperor’s command reached her ears. An excessively low, sticky, forceful voice. The fine hairs all over her body stood on end, particularly around her ears.
“You’ll come just from your n*****s, Jaha.”
“Hic!”
Jaha’s vision went white. An impossible demand.
How could she experience ultimate pleasure just from having her n*****s touched? Even with that strange cream applied, it seemed impossible. Even now, the tingling that surged through her was insufficient to push her over the edge.
“Focus on my touch. On how my hands are handling your n*****s.”
Once something is pointed out, one can’t help but be conscious of it. Even when thinking of nothing, if someone mentions your bangs, from that moment on you’re constantly aware of them. Even clothes you don’t like can look different if someone says they’re fine. Words have that power. Whether you agree with the content or not is a separate matter.
Jaha was no exception. When the Emperor told her to focus on his touch, her attention was drawn there regardless of her will.
Before acknowledging it, she hadn’t realized how lewd the movements on her n*****s were. Every time he pressed firmly with his fingertips, scratching the peak as if digging into it, her hips jerked. When he pinched and rubbed with two fingers, her n*****s tingled so intensely that heated whimpers escaped her. But still, climax seemed out of reach.
No. This isn’t enough.
Shedding physiological tears, Jaha shook her head. It wasn’t an expression of will toward the Emperor but rather an unconscious mutter, an action not meant for communication with others. However, to the Emperor, it felt like a non-verbal expression directed at him.
Though she hadn’t spoken, this was the first time she had expressed something to him.
Of her own volition, not by command.
It was merely a slight head movement, but still.
His heart beat violently. Usually so quiet one might wonder if it existed, now it made its presence known more strongly than anything else. It was as if his entire body had become a heart.
With each thump, thump, the vigor that began in his chest spread to his extremities.
A feeling similar to having drunk poison. The only difference was that this seemed somewhat sweet.
His head spun with this delicious excitement.
The Emperor roughly lifted Jaha’s skirt and lowered his own bottoms. Rubbing his sprung member against the cleft of her b******s, he felt an uncontrollable elation.
“It seems coming just from your n*****s is still too difficult, so I’ll help you a little.”
Making her lean against him, he wrapped one arm around her slender legs and pulled them up. Jaha’s body folded nearly in half as her b******s lifted, revealing the hidden flower between her legs.
The tip that had been about to delve into her opening changed direction, moving toward her c******s. The thick pillar rubbed against her tightly closed slit as it moved back and forth. Even while doing this, the Emperor didn’t neglect her upper body, teasing her n*****s with his fingers.
