The Dialectic of Master and Slave - Chapter 75
“You claimed to hate it so much, but now you come just from having a c**k in your back hole.”
The Emperor sneered as he probed Jaha’s navel with his thumb.
Jaha’s thighs trembled. Ever since he had started sensitizing her n*****s with cream, applying it to her navel as well, even the slightest touch there made her body heat up.
He felt deep satisfaction from her reactions.
It was entirely his doing that a hole not meant for penetration now brought her to ecstasy, and that touching a place far from her natural erogenous zones elicited abnormal pleasure. To him, these were proofs of his conquest over Jaha.
This body was completely under his control.
The hole that tightened and loosened with each thrust of his fleshy pillar was now, without a doubt, another female organ.
“Since you’ve fully awakened to the joy of being used here, I’ll praise you.”
He slapped her b******s as he thrust hard. Jaha cried out in pleasure, reaching climax just as he had trained her.
“You’re supposed to gratefully accept my c**k anywhere, yet I have to teach you this with my own body. Foolish thing.”
After e*********g deep into her relaxed colon, he withdrew his p***s and inserted a**l beads.
“I’ve filled you with beads so you won’t feel empty. Make sure to hold in the milk I’ve given you without spilling.”
He slowly pulled and pushed the loop, repeating the motion as he commanded Jaha.
Jaha, her cheek pressed against the desk, let out a moan. The beads of various sizes moved inside her, rubbing against the walls, and she couldn’t bear it. Saliva dripped from her open mouth.
The sight of the shiny black beads entering and exiting her pale pink hole was utterly obscene.
He grasped her chin, thrust his index finger into her mouth, and asked again, as if to confirm,
“You can hold it in, can’t you?”
The answer was already decided. Jaha had no choice but to nod. At that, the Emperor pulled the loop connected to the a**l beads again, as if to praise her for doing well.
As the beads were pulled out, a thrilling ecstasy pierced through her entire body, making Jaha wish she could die.
The fact that she felt such pleasure from a bizarre tool going in and out of her rear was humiliating to the point of wanting to die.
If it had been her privates, she wouldn’t have felt this much self-loathing. After all, that place exists for intercourse.
Unacceptable, immoral pleasure.
An abnormal reaction.
All of it made Jaha wish she could go mad instead.
The pride that had tenaciously protected Jaha, one pillar of her self-awareness, was silently and slowly crumbling.
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Since becoming the Emperor’s personal slave, Jaha had not seen Cedric even once. It was only natural, given that she had to follow the Emperor around like a shadow all day long. Lately, however, there had been no time to make new soap, especially because the Emperor had started doing bizarre things.
“Come here and lie down.”
Today, as always, the Emperor drew Jaha into his sleeping quarters. It wasn’t a euphemism for anything s****l. He had quite literally called her to the place where he slept.
As Jaha cautiously lay down at the edge of the bed, a sturdy arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her firmly toward him. Caught off guard and nestled in his embrace, Jaha stiffened in an awkward position.
The high, straight bridge of his nose brushed against the junction of her neck and shoulder. She could feel the broad expanse of his chest—almost menacingly wide—swelling and contracting with each breath, the sensation pressing against her back where their bodies met. The tickle of his breath on her skin synced with the rhythm of his chest rising, falling, and rising again. Even the fierce pounding of his heartbeat reached her.
Was it because of his large frame that his heart beat so powerfully? Was it a trait of men as a species, with their abundance of testosterone? Or was it simply a quirk unique to this man? Whatever the reason, it felt like being held by a massive speaker—the kind placed in a concert hall, resonating with deep, booming thumps that drove people into a state of delirium. Perhaps that was why Jaha felt a faint dizziness whenever she was in his arms.
No sooner had Jaha tried to shift away than he tightened his grip around her waist.
“Stay still.”
Jaha let the tension drain from her body and held her breath.
It was uncomfortable. So unbearably uncomfortable she felt like she might die.
Is this some new form of torture?
She couldn’t fathom why he was doing this. Frankly, a different kind of “sleeping together” might have been preferable.
It had been a full week since the Emperor began including Jaha in his bedtime routine.
