When That Door Opens - Chapter 13
She curled her palm around the smooth head and stroked it firmly along the s***t.
“Ah…!”
His bound hands lifted as his body jerked. His eyes, contorted in desperation, sought hers, as if only she could save him.
“You look good like this, Jerome.”
In his helpless state, she saw herself. Yes, this must be how you felt, watching me flushed and trembling in ignorance. Instead of hiding her own anguished expression, she bent down and took him into her mouth.
Gasp!
He tried to rise, breathing heavily. This was the first time her mouth had touched him there.
“Ugh…!”
He stammered something, trying to push her away. But she pressed his chest back firmly. Her gaze, while enveloping his large member, told him not to move. Jerome hesitated but then tried to speak again, shaking his head.
“Ngh…”
That is, until she began to lick and suck the thick head with her tongue.
“Ah… hmm.”
Wet sounds filled the room, mingled with his broken groans. Watching his face intently, she kept her lips and tongue moving.
Every time her tongue teased the slit, his abs tensed, and when she took him deeper, his muscular thighs turned rock-hard.
“Ah… Yvonne, stop… inside you…”
Jerome pleaded, he gritted his teeth. But Yvonne didn’t respond. She focused on sucking harder and tightening her lips around him. The added stimulation made his breathing even more ragged.
“Ah… ngh, ugh…”
Occasionally, he would lift his head to check on her, but it was only for a moment before his face contorted in agony, releasing intermittent groans that failed to form words. He no longer dared to push her away. Instead, he tightly pulled against the bonds restraining him, clenching his teeth. Each time he did, the veins bulged on his neck, and his firm jaw trembled.
Yvonne gradually took him deeper. She pressed the head of his member against her hard palate and moved her head quickly. Despite the aching pain in her widely stretched jaw, she ignored it. Inch by inch, she pushed him deeper into her throat, glaring up at him with her eyes.
“Ah, wait… Ugh, Yvonne… N-now…”
Finally, Jerome’s voice surrendered. His hips involuntarily bucked, and his thighs quivered. His manhood twitched inside her mouth.
“Ah, ugh… Kugh…!”
As his neck arched back and his muscles tensed, Yvonne abruptly lifted her head and pulled away.
“…Yvonne…?”
Jerome, thrown from the brink of climax, opened his eyes to find her. She merely looked down at him, intending to torment him further. She thought that seeing his twisted expression would ease her frustration. But that didn’t happen.
“Haah, haah.”
The moment their eyes met, Yvonne became aware of herself. She didn’t need to see to know what she looked like, her face glistening with his fluids and her saliva. Tears streamed down, the result of holding back the unfamiliar gag reflex.
Yvonne pulled at her sleeve and roughly wiped her face. Look at me, she thought, a bitter chuckle escaping her lips. A woman straddling a man, greedily sucking his c*ck and gagging—completely oblivious to how she was being treated for over a year. It was understandable why a man of his stature, a duke, would keep his identity hidden from such a woman. Even without revealing his status, she had fallen head over heels for his beauty, giving him her body and soul. If he had approached her with his true identity, her naive self would have thought, “Despite my lowly status, Jerome truly loves me,” and spun an entire romantic tale around it.
Yes, he was wise.
Yvonne laughed bitterly, brushed her hair back, and leaned away. She intended to stop here.
“That should be enough. Untie this now,” he said in a cold voice.
“…What did you say?”
“I said, untie this, Yvonne.”
His words were gentle yet unmistakably commanding. Seeing the expressionless look on his face, Yvonne felt a surge of anger rising again. Regardless of his true feelings, he had always pretended to be kind and affectionate with her. But now, just because she tied his wrists once, he was showing anger. The realization of how insignificant she was to him hit her hard.
“That should be enough?”
How long have you toyed with me? Yvonne felt her head and eyes burn with rage as she roughly tore off her dress. She dropped her soaked, heavy underwear, drenched with her juices, onto the crumpled dress.
