Try Begging - Chapter 52

Chapter 52

The next target of the living prostitute was to be a free prostitute.

Grace gently tightened and loosened her inner flesh in accordance with his rhythm of moving inside. This time, she read Winston’s expression without closing her eyes.

“Uht…”

She, soon getting the hang of it, squeezed her walls as the p*nis slipped out. The foreskin held by her puckered inner flesh pulled up and rubbed the tip roughly where the sensory points were concentrated.

“Haa, your lower mouth’s teasing technique is different from yesterday.”

Winston uttered in a voice as if it was astounding to use her energy to do something she thought she would never win. Then, he soon mocked Grace like a twisted human being.

“Yes, that’s how you do it. You’re good. I taught you that method of sucking with your mouth yesterday. You have good application skills.”

As their hot skin touched without a gap, he hugged the sweaty, slippery body as if he would crush it before continuing to thrust violently. His p*nis was pulled out, scratching at the inner wall just before it got stuck in the tip of the opening.

It may not be a lie to say that she was good at it. Grace’s efforts seemed to be working, and his movements became erratic, just like it was before he climaxed last night.

It meant that his body, conquered by pleasure, was getting out of his control.

His lips, too, seemed to be out of control as he continued to gobble up her lips and greedily poke his tongue into her wet mouth.

“Oh, it feels so good. You are doing very well.”

Make the most out of it. I am the one who will win this confrontation.

The moment she was in anticipation of gaining her freedom soon, Grace even shook her hips as he moved wildly.

All of a sudden, Winston’s long fingers dug between the pubic bone where they met.

“Ahk, stop! This is against the rules!”

“The rules should have been set beforehand.”

Because her hands were tied, Grace couldn’t move his hands away from rolling furiously on her cl*toris. Even though she shook her lower body and tried to avoid his hand, even that was useless as Winston’s body covered her.
It was a really cunning move. Even if it wasn’t, the cl*toris, which had been swollen like it was bursting with blood due to the repeated friction, started twitching in an instant.

“Huht, no…”

Grace clenched my fists and gritted her teeth until her nails dug into her hands to suppress the feeling of climax incoming, but to no avail.

Sparks flashed in front of her eyes every time the hard piece of flesh slammed into her skin, which had become more taut from the force. As if he had already figured out all of her body, Winston persistently hit only one part.

Slam.

“Ha-ugh!”

He pressed her down and brutally stamped her waist down again.

“Do, don’t…”

A pleasant defeat for that devil, a devastating victory for her.

The bottom that had been teasing had long since escaped Grace’s control. She didn’t have the time to stimulate him, so she let go of the strength underneath. Still, the inner wall contracted arbitrarily without the owner’s order.

“Don’t. Ahk, don—”

“What’s wrong? Just c*m.”

“Huk! No, Hahk!”

In the end, the moment the piece of flesh that had been rubbing against the inner wall was slammed into place, she couldn’t overcome the feeling that rose to the tip of her chin. Grace came in vain, her whole body trembling on the table, wet with her own sweat.

Where were the delightful defeat and the devastating victory…

In the end, all she got was a sense of excruciating pleasure.

“You came already? You lost too easily.”

“Huhk…”

“Did you really want to be f*cked by me that much? It seems that because you’re a lady, you can’t just ask me to pierce your bottom? Hmm, I was indifferent.”

The hot flesh licked away the tears that flowed down the corners of her eyes.

“But, wouldn’t it have saved your face if you pretended to be trying to win?”

The lips that whispered cunningly in her ear fell away, and at the same time, the genitals were pulled out from the gap in the still twitching flesh. As soon as the red-hot lump of flesh placed its head on the dent in her lower abdomen, the gap opened and Grae was covered in a thick, white turbid liquid.

“Haa…”

The man’s deeply wrinkled brow straightened. However, the deep heat in his eyes did not cool down.

After that, nothing different from what happened in bed last night. He just did her again and again endlessly.

“Ahk, no more… .”

“C*m. C*m as much as you want to get fucked.”

After that, he offered a few more confrontations. How many times had she had to respond to the pressure and lose mercilessly forcefully?

Grace didn’t even have the energy left to tell him to stop. Winston’s eyes turned cold when he glanced down at the woman who had completely lost her will to fight. It was the exact opposite of the bottom, where the heat seldom cooled down.

“You must have thought you could hold me tight and control me, when you can’t even control your body?”

The focus returned to the blurry blue-green eyes. Grace’s pupils shook as they met the cold, light sky-colored eyes.

…He saw through everything.

That person saw right through from the start that she had secretly seduced him to avoid torture.

“You’ll have to pay the price for being arrogant.”

It had already been paid.

Grace replied with her eyes and then turned her head away.

“Do you know how many people have died or ruined their prosperous future at the hands of that woman called your mother? If you lined it up, it would be enough to start from here to the entrance of the mansion. In other words, the line of people eager to do this to you is that long.”

‘Throw me to them. Get me out of here and throw me somewhere infested with them, whether it’s Western Command or a camp. Please get me out of here…’

The scenery in front of her eyes changed several times—the pitch-black ceiling, the table glistening with sweat, the wall with all sorts of ropes, shackles, and leashes.

“Haa… Get down.”

The table was shaken again by the force of the movement.

Grace stared at the hand, squeezing her wrist in her shaky vision. The hands on the wristwatch were past dinnertime. Mrs. Winston probably thought her son was busy with the rebels and missed dinner.

‘That wasn’t wrong.’

The table, which had been cold, had long since become hot. Winston pressed her body as it kept slipping on the metal top smeared with semen and love liquid.

Both her legs dangled weakly at the end of the table and swayed. Every time that happened, the chains drooping from the shackles that snaked around her ankles twisted around her body and scratched the floor.

Rattle, rattle. Squelch, squelch.

The sound of dry metal and the sound of wet flesh didn’t match at all. Amidst the cacophony, Grace stared blankly at the hand holding her wrist.

Both her body and mind were completely wrecked.

Even after all the shackles had long since come off, she couldn’t move. It was hard for her to breathe, spread out on the table in the same position that Winston had left after finishing for the last time.

Her blank eyes were fixed on the doorless bathroom.

Standing in front of the mirror above the sink, the man was adjusting the shape of his tie. Soon, he walked out of the bathroom smelling of soap. The man wearing the jacket he had hung up on the chair narrowed his eyes.

A milky liquid ran through her legs, which were still trembling, and dripped onto the black floor. Grace wanted to pull her legs together in shame, but her thighs wouldn’t work.

Step, step.

Hearing footsteps approaching, she struggled to look away from him and met his eyes with hers. The neatly dressed man in an officer’s uniform gazed down at the woman, who was still panting from the forced climax, with impassive eyes.

To those who didn’t know, the woman looked like she did it herself.

‘He must have reported to command. I’ll be escorted somewhere soon. Then, I will be rescued so I just need to hold on for a few more days…’

She chanted the words like a mantra she had been repeating while he was taking a shower.

“Meals three times a day. If there is a menu you want, feel free to tell the orderly. Cleaning was originally your job, so do it yourself. You should give the laundry to the orderly when you receive your meal.”

Grace’s eyes trembled.

‘Why is he telling me that? Why is he making rules that are unnecessary for someone who will only be locked up for a day or two!’

Even though she judged with her eyes, Winston continued to recite the ‘torture room rules’ in a businesslike manner.

“Interrogation and training once or twice a day unless there is something special. I will do it myself.”

“…Training?”

When she asked, straining her voice, he raised a corner of his mouth.

“Your body is a top-class prostitute though your skills are terrible. I must have a lot to teach you since your commander-in-chief didn’t teach you anything.”

“Now, wait…”

As she difficulty got up, Winston turned his back and headed to the other side of the table.

Riip.

The cheap stockings hanging from the chair were mercilessly torn.

“Please wear the stockings I bought you.”

“Winston, wait. Don’t go. Talk—”

“I’ve told you, you are not in a position to command me.”

It was the same as last night. Grace couldn’t help but look at his back with eyes full of despair. Yesterday and today… what did she expect from a man who tirelessly gave hope and was not afraid to take it away?

“But please…”

Bang.

The door closed.

Click.

Then, the sound of locking followed.

“Let me go.”

The masked beast of Captain Leon Winston, the owner of an elegant and noble family and a capable military officer, had left while imprisoning a woman who was proof that he also had a savage lust.

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