Try Begging - Chapter 51

Chapter 51

“Haa, haa…”

Leon opened his hands at the woman’s climaxing walls, oblivious to her shame. Red bumps were exposed as he peeled away at her wet, pink flesh.

Blood rushed, and her swollen cl*toris beat like a heart. Beneath it, when he opened the hole, red and swollen from last night’s events, he could clearly see the inner walls soaked in lewd water and twitching and convulsing.

Last night that flesh clamped on him. As he recalled that moment, his mind was about to become cloudy again.

“Miss Riddle, you look very experienced.”

Grace bit her lip at his taunt.

Less than a day has passed since she suffered her first experience. Winston asked, holding up the black fountain pen, reminding her of the countless bad things he had done in that short amount of time.

“So, who was the first man?”

“….”

“For a thorough investigation.”

As she glared at him instead of an answer, the tip of the whip struck Grace’s cl*toris.

“Hahk! Le, Leon Winston…”

Faced with a smile imbued with vulgar satisfaction, Grace could not hold back her anger and spat out.

“…A bastard named Leon Winston.”

Winston wrinkled his brow and twitched his lips.

“Blanchard’s prostitute is willing to eat bastards. Disgusting.”

‘Enjoying copulation with bastards,’ he wrote on the paperwork and glanced down at the trembling Grace and smiled.

“Miss Riddle, shall I bring another military bastard? I’ll let you choose the one you like.”

“I’m good with everything except for the bastard in front of me.”

“Oh dear, what should I do?”

Saying that, he gave a little sneer and thrust his fingers inside her.

“Ahh!”

The fingers that came out after poking around once were soaked in slippery love liquid.

“It was pretty urgent, so the only bastard I prepared is the bastard between your legs right now.”

The nippers between her legs disappeared, and the shackles on her wrists were released. Grace got up. And before she could see, she was grabbed by the waist and slithered to the other side of the table where Winston was propped up.

The still-bound legs were bent upwards and wide open. As soon as the buttocks hung over the edge of the table, the flesh that had risen between the man’s legs broke through the opening.

“Aahht!”

As the thick piece of flesh pierced her whole inside at once, Grace twisted her back and struggled.

“Ha-uhk! Too, deep!”

“I didn’t even put all of it in, you’re exaggerating.”

It was already difficult to accept him without the healing scars from last night.

As she pulled her hips back, his large hands squeezed and pulled at her pelvis. A scuffle broke out between the woman who had to hold her heels on the edge of the table to avoid being dragged away, and the man who had to shove himself all the way into her body.

“Ah-heuk, stop! It hurts!”

Bang. Rattle. Crash.

The table and chains wept noisily along Grace.

“Ugh…”

This was a fight she lost from the start.

In the end, Winston’s lower abdomen pressed against the gaping hole. Grace reflexively pushed him away as he pressed his body. Winston kissed her quivering fingertips, then untied the shackles from the table legs and tied Grace’s wrists around her ankles.

Creak.

The heavy table started shaking. Under the black ceiling, the man’s disgustingly dignified face also shook violently.

“Ah, heuk…huht, slowly…”

“You’re not in a position to order me, are you?”

Winston’s hands clasped the inside of her legs, which were folded up so tightly that his knees rested on her shoulders. Every time the fragile flesh revealed between them was hit strongly, a sensation bordering between pain or pleasure welled up to the tip of her head.

“Ah, aht…”

“Looks like you’ve already gotten used to my body. The response is faster than yesterday.”

Even though she wanted to refute it, Grace couldn’t. It was because the evidence of her whole body responding willingly to him was laid out in front of her.

The pillar, which had been buried in the stomach, protruded out. As the flesh holding the manhood caught on the glans and came out, she could clearly see her own flesh biting into the beast’s flesh. The bronzed skin was already wet with love liquid and glistening.

The cl*toris pulsated with anticipation of intense stimulation when he plunged into it. She couldn’t deny the evidence that she was also in heat.

‘This is better than torture… This is better.’

Grace repeated the chant and closed her eyes.

“Haa…”

Leon looked down at the woman with tears between her closed eyelids, and he sighed.

…Daisy. Sally. Grace.

What should he call her?

He didn’t know what to call her, but he knew what this woman was.

‘You…’

Leon quietly repeated the same words in his mouth, only caressing her body with his hand.

It was a skinny body though the traces of constant training were clearly visible. Leon, whose muscles were well attached and smooth, ran his hand over her smooth stomach and held a hand full of the softly swaying flesh following his rhythm.

The immaculate flesh remaining on his large hands protruded convexly between his fingers and out of his grip.

Although it was softly crushed when he applied strength to his hand, the elasticity that pushed his hand was amazing. He also liked the feeling of the soft skin clinging to his palms, wet with sweat. It was a softness he had never felt before.

The flesh sticking out between the fingers was a ripe red color instead of yesterday’s pure pink color. It was quite a pleasure to corrupt the chaste virgin into a seductive prostitute.

He lazily rolled the n*pples, which had been distinctly hardened even before the woman took off her clothes, and asked.

“Is this because I sucked on it so much that it doesn’t come back into shape?”

“Ah-huu…”

The hurt woman grimaced and groaned. It was too raunchy to be lying under him naked. Even after being so unconsciously coy, this woman would insist that she was the poor victim.

“Oh, sorry. I have to use it cleanly. So when Jimmy receives it, it won’t look like someone else used it already.”

At those words, the woman opened her eyes, which had been tightly closed. He had to only put her fiancé up on his lips, and she would glare at him shamelessly as if the unscrupulous one was him.

“Are you kidding me? No man in the world would have been this easy. To fall for your seduction twice, like an idiot.”

It was clear that the leaders of the Blanchard rebels had sent this woman after some reasonable calculation. The calculation was that if she won his heart once, it wouldn’t be difficult twice.

And, this woman succeeded with impractical ease.

Still, it was all his delusion.

“I never tried to seduce you. You came on your own. Thanks to you, do you know how difficult it was for me to receive such a dirty order? Didn’t you see that I was deliberately trying to get fired?”

A short sigh escaped from Leon’s twisted mouth while the woman’s revelation continued. In the end, even his dismissal, which he thought was my own decision, was played by this woman’s trick.

“Make it clear what is right and wrong. Why are you saying it’s my fault when you’ve been in heat by yourself and followed me around like a dog?”

Yes, it must have been his fault from the start.

The first time and this time, it was her who was dazzling in front of him and attracted his attention. But it was Leon, whether in Abbington Beach or here, who pursued the woman who had no intention of coming to him.

Yes, like a bastard. Disgracefully.

“Do you want me to do it once and then stop?”

When Winston stopped moving, he asked. It was a trap. When her intuition told her so, Grace shut him up.

“Yesterday it was a deal, and today it was rape, but now how about a confrontation? That’s fair.”

Was it fair to bind all of her hands and feet and pierce his flesh to her?

“Whoever comes first loses. If I lose, I’ll let you go. But if you lose…”

His fingertips moved into the heavy object as if it was about to tear her and drew at the trembling secret place.

“You will have to be prepared.”

Like preparing for a confrontation, Winston untied his black tie, which was still neatly tied. Grace answered before he even heard it.

Let me go. Let me go. Let me go…

The same words lingered in Grace’s mind over and over again.

“I’d be willing if you let me go forever.”

As Winston took off his shirt, he stopped his hand and narrowed his eyes.

“Negotiating… You still don’t know where you are.”

“If you feel like losing, you can refuse.”

With Grace’s provocation, he smiled and nodded.

“Yes, as you please.”

Grace closed her eyes with determination. It was a fight with nothing to lose. After all, his interest wouldn’t have been intended to end it once from the beginning. Meanwhile, Winston cupped his lips on hers like players cross their hands for a handshake before a match.

After the hateful polite kiss, her body began to shake.

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