Try Begging - Chapter 58

Chapter 58

The chair kicked by the brown shoes fell backward with a roar. Candle wax dripped from the end of the candle.

“Oh!”

The chair stopped just before she hit her head on the floor. In the dizzy vision, Winston stood with his shoes, grabbing the edge of the chair.

Grace glanced down between her legs, breathing heavily. The candle was still in place, burning a yellow flame. Most of the wax fell onto the chair, but a few drops got stuck in the ropes tied to the lower abdomen.

After confirming that she got no burns, she was relieved though it was a bit premature.

A drop of wax pooled at the tip of the candle overflowed and began to slide down the smooth column. The liquid that was as red as blood and must have been as hot as flames flowed slowly down her opening.

Terrified, she looked up at him with begging eyes. He just watched with his hands stuck in his trouser pockets with eyes that didn’t care what happened to her.

“Winston, please don’t do this.”

As his once smooth brow wrinkled, Grace hurriedly corrected his title.

“Master, please…”

Rattle. The chair rattled up in an instant. The candle wax, which was about to touch her flesh, fell onto the chair.

“Huk…”

Once again, she burst into tears at her miserable state. Winston cupped Grace’s sadly sobbing cheek and pressed his lips gently to her forehead.

“If you answer honestly, we don’t have to do this. Huh? I don’t want to do this to you either.”

‘Heinous devil. One day you will call me Master and beg me.’

He stood up after staring at her, secretly grinding her teeth.

“Am I asking for too much?”

Then, asking for cooperation even for small things, he dug into a locked drawer and brought out a file folder.

“In January, the Royal Heritage Bank Billford branch was attacked by armed robbers. Thanks to this, the royal family, the actual owner of the bank, suffered losses.”

Three montages unfolded before Grace’s eyes.

“I believe it was the work of the Blanchard Rebels.”

Even though the candle was now shorter than a thumb, she only shook her head at repeated questions.

“Huhk, I really don’t know. Think with common sense. How can I know all these people’s faces? Are you sure they belong to us?”

It was true that she didn’t know all of her comrades, but in fact, all of them looked familiar. As Grace kept pretending to cry while she burst into tears, acting like her mind was unsteady, Winston, who was watching, couldn’t help but feel anxious.

“You can’t tell me that.”

He tried to get her to divulge the methods of financing and laundering, but she gave no clues.

‘Hold on a little longer. If I don’t give anything, he might give up and throw me to the headquarters.’

Grace stopped answering the questions and deliberately whimpered in front of the man who was staring at her with a stern expression while struggling to push the candles. The heat of the flames slowly began to come to her.

‘Cunning rat.’

Leon glared at the woman who was still trying to control him.

It was just laughable when other captives acted like this. When they get bitten once or twice by the Camden vampire and see the gates of hell open in front of them, everyone suddenly regains memories that they at first did not have and confesses the things he didn’t even ask.

At that moment, he suddenly realized.

“I wondered why the rats didn’t open their mouths this year, and it was because you were watching.”

Grace held her breath as he suddenly stood up. She thought he was going to kick the chair, but he turned around and stood behind her.

“You are scarier than me, so you’re never a fool. Who are you trying to fool?”

“Ahk!”

As the head of the massager, turning furiously like a drill, pressed against her cl*toris, Grace struggled, forgetting that there was a burning candle between her legs.

“Aaahkk! Stop!”

The woman’s screams tore through his eardrums. The roar of the machine’s motors became a whisper.

Extreme pleasure was no different from extreme pain.

Leon smiled as he looked down at the blue eyes in terror. When he opened the flesh with two fingers, the round nub popped out. He did not hesitate to completely expose this woman’s most sensitive sensory points and mercilessly crush them.

“Ugh…”

Nothing was on it, but it seemed like her throat was being strangled. Her cl*toris trembled at a terrifying rate, vibrating all the sensory points in her belly below it. A flash of pleasure struck from between her legs to the top of her head in an instant.

Her inner walls rippled wildly, chewing the candles, fighting the heat that seemed to burst her heart.

“Huuhk…”

It was very hot between her legs. It wasn’t just because blood pooled over.

With her head bent behind, Grace’s eyes trembled as much as her thighs. The candle’s flame blazed a mere thumb’s distance from her v*gina.

“Please! Stop…!”

No matter how much he begged, Winston just held the machine between Grace’s legs with a nonchalant face.

“Ahk!”

At that moment she was about to use even the most embarrassing last resort. The harsh climax came as if being burned.

Her body, tied to his chair, soared upwards. While she was shocked by the overwhelming pleasure that she couldn’t even feel the pain of her wrists and calves rubbing against the rope, her stomach tightened up so that her stomach felt stiff…

Tap.

The piece of candle fell onto the chair.

“Haa…”

When she slumped on the chair, the massager, which left for a moment, came back.

It was different from just a moment ago when it was only squeezing her cl*toris. Following Winston’s hand movements, the head of the massager moved in a circle, stimulating all over the pubic area.

“Huhk…”

Her whole body was trembling as the aftershock had not yet subsided. Even if it wasn’t for it, the explosive climax made her feel like there were cracks here and there, but if another climax hit her like that, she felt like her body would be shattered into pieces.

“Ha-uhk! St, stop!”

It was futile as the man never let go once bitten.

Winston even stuck two of his fingers where the candle had come out. His fingertips, thicker than candles, mercilessly pounced on the flesh that was still twitching.

“Ahk, str, strange…”

A strange sensation welled up under the clitoris each time his fingertips pricked the upper part of her inner walls. At first, the sensation that was only tickling quickly became a sense of urgency to spurt something.

Every time he hooked his fingers and pulled at the inner flesh, clear water already splashed between the clitoris and opening.

Winston whispered in Grace’s ear as she strained her stomach.

“Remember when I said that women spray water just like men do when they get excited? Show me.”

“Hah, no….”

“If you can’t play the role of an informant, you should be playing the role of a prostitute properly. Come on, show me.”

“HAAH!”

The moment the machine that had been rounding on the labia pressed down on the cl*toris, the strength below loosened. As thin streams of water gushed out, joy and sorrow crossed the faces of the two.

The candle, which had been rolling dangerously between her legs, was extinguished only when it was hit by water from Grace’s opening. Winston’s palms were also very wet, dripping with water.

“Great job.”

“Please stop…”

She begged Winston, who kissed her on the forehead, but the hand and machine buried between her legs did not know how to stop.

What really stopped was her plea to stop.

The only sound that came out of the woman’s gaping mouth was the sound of rapid breathing. Grace gasped as badly as her master as she received his fingers. Leon, who gently stirred the hot, damp inner wall with his fingertips, exhaled slowly.

He could feel the inner flesh had reached climax several times.

She always felt like she had sharp thorns on the outside, but on the inside, she was a soft woman.

Her inner walls twitched, biting his fingers again and again. The moment it squeezed the intruder tight, Leon remembered the feeling that this place had clamped on his pillar like this. His lower body, which had risen like it was going to explode a little while ago, became more stiff.

“Haa… f*ck…”

But today, he was not going to give this cunning woman the ending she wanted.

She was glancing up at him with unfocused eyes, her neck bent back. It was an exhausted face, wearing the face of a tortured person for a week after just a few climaxes.

Leon turned off the machine and set it on the table.

The gurgling sound of the water was still loud. His hand, buried in her opening, continued to pierce the soft flesh.

As if it was a switch, he pushed the swollen bump up and down with his thumb, about to explode from thousands of frictions. Every time that happened, the woman who was strewn like a corpse shook her body like she had received an electric shock.

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