Chapter 215: Tying Her Up [Slight R-18]

Amon looked at Marielle and asked quietly, "Were you waiting for me?"

Marielle didn’t answer at first.

She just stared at him with those sharp purple eyes, her glasses still resting on her nose.

She wore a black dress that clung to every curve.

Her heavy breasts pressing against the fabric so tightly the outline of her bra was clear, a long skirt followed the line of her hips and thighs.

Amon smiled and glanced around the living room. "Where’s Seraphina?"

"She already went to sleep," Marielle said. "She’s exhausted and don’t wake her."

"I wasn’t planning to. Did you tell her to go to bed early so we’d have the house to ourselves?"

"Don’t flatter yourself."

He reached out and took her hand.

His grip was gentle as he led her down the hallway to the room right next to Seraphina’s.

Once they were inside Amon clicked the door shut.

A faint trace of her floral perfume lingered in the air.

He turned to face her. "Take off your clothes."

Marielle’s eyes narrowed. "You’re not even going to ask nicely?"

"No. You already know why we’re here."

"You’re enjoying giving orders too much."

"Just obey lady."

She didn’t argue further.

She unhooked the dress and let it slide down her body.

The fabric moved against her skin before pooling at her feet with a soft rustle.

Then she removed her bra and panties without any real hesitation.

Amon stared at her shamelessly.

Her breasts were full and heavy, the soft flesh settling naturally once free.

Her nipples faintly pink tightened in the cooler air of the bedroom.

Her waist dipped in before flaring out to wide hips and thick thighs.

"Happy now?" she asked, her voice sharp.

"Getting there. Turn around for a second."

"Pervert."

"You already took everything off. A little turning won’t kill you."

He stepped closer and cupped both breasts in his hands.

They were warm and heavy, the soft weight filling his palms completely.

Marielle bit her lip and let out a soft, suppressed moan as his thumbs brushed over her nipples.

The peaks stiffened almost immediately under the light friction, turning into tight little buds against his skin.

"Sensitive already," Amon murmured.

"Shut up. It’s cold in here."

Amon watched the flush spread across her cheeks and down her neck. "Get on the bed."

She glared at him but didn’t argue.

She still climbed onto the mattress and sat there waiting.

Amon pulled a pair of soft ropes from his spatial bracelet.

Marielle blinked. "What are you doing?"

"Tying you to the bed."

"Because of the bet I wasn’t going to stop you anyway. You don’t need ropes."

"I know you won’t resist," he said while securing one wrist to the headboard.

The rope settled firmly against her skin without cutting. "That’s not why I’m doing this."

He smiled as he finished the second knot. "I’m just not going to let you run away this time."

"I wasn’t going to run." She said glaring at him. "You’re still a bastard for doing it."

"Aye, professor."

Before she could reply he grabbed her ankle.

He bent her leg up and tied it to the same side as her hands.

The position forced her hips up and spread her open completely.

Her ass was raised, pussy fully exposed to the cool air of the room, the soft folds already glistening.

Her thighs trembled slightly from the stretch.

A faint, sweet-musky scent of arousal rose clearly now.

Marielle’s eyes widened when she realized how vulnerable she was. "This position is unnecessary."

"I like it and you look wet."

Amon stepped back and admired his work.

The view was perfect. A thin trail of wetness had already begun to gather.

"Time to eat."

"You’re a hopeless pervert."

"And you’re already dripping. Try to deny that."

"I’m not denying anything. I’m just stating that you’re a pervert."

Amon answered by sliding two fingers straight into her already-wet pussy.

She was hot and slick inside, the soft walls clenching around his fingers immediately with a wet sound.

He pumped them hard and fast, curling against the slightly rougher patch of sensitive flesh.

The quiet, rhythmic squelch of his fingers moving in and out filled the room.

Marielle’s mouth fell open. Soft, broken moans spilled out even while she tried to glare at him.

The ropes creaked every time her body jerked.

Her inner walls fluttered and grew wetter with every stroke. "Ah~ Amon~ slow down~"

"No."

"You don’t have to be this rough~"

"You like it rough. Your body doesn’t lie."

"Shut up and just~ ah~"

He kept fingering her ruthlessly until her walls started fluttering harder and more warm wetness coated his hand and wrist.

Amon leaned in and used his lips to kiss her lower lips.

The first lick through her folds made her hips twitch hard against the restraints.

She tasted clean and slightly sweet, the slick heat of her coating his tongue.

Amon licked slowly at first, savoring it, then sucked hard on her swollen clit, feeling it pulse against his lips.

"Amon~ wait~ that’s too much~"

"Take it."

"You’re doing it on purpose--"

"Of course I am."

Marielle came with a sharp cry. Her thighs shook violently against the ropes.

Clear fluid spilled onto his mouth and chin in warm pulses and dripped down onto the sheets in sticky trails.

Her breathing was ragged and uneven.

Amon lifted his head and looked at her flushed, teary face.

A thin string of her wetness briefly connected his lower lip to her folds before breaking.

The scent of her orgasm was stronger now, sweet and heavy in the air between them.

"What’s wrong? Are you scared already? You were so provocative just a moment ago."

"I-I’m not scared. I just don’t like it, that’s all."

Marielle turned her head slightly to avoid his gaze. The tips of her ears were red.

A faint sheen of sweat had formed at her temples.

"You came pretty hard for someone who doesn’t like it."

"Shut up. That doesn’t mean anything."

"It means your body likes me more than your mouth does."

"Fuck you."

"Lol."

Amon poured a thin layer of cool lube into his hands.

The slick liquid warmed quickly against his skin as he began massaging her breasts.

He worked the soft, heavy flesh slowly at first, squeezing and lifting, feeling the weight shift in his palms.

Then he focused on her nipples.

He was pinching, rolling, and tugging them with steady pressure.

The peaks were already stiff and sensitive, the skin around them tightening.

Every twist drew a fresh shiver from her and made her stomach muscles jump.

"These are bigger than Seraphina’s," he said quietly. "Heavier too. Yours feel like they were made to be handled roughly."

"Don’t compare me to her~"

"Why not? You’re all wet for the same man." Amon smiled. "Your pussy says otherwise as well."

Marielle’s breathing turned ragged.

She lifted her head and tried to kiss him, lips parted and desperate, the scent of her earlier orgasm still clinging to both of them.

Her breath was warm against his mouth.

Amon pulled back just enough to deny her. "Not yet."

"Amon~"

"Beg nicer and maybe I’ll consider it."

"I don’t beg."

"You will."

He kept tormenting her nipples, twisting and pulling until her whole body tensed and her toes curled hard against the sheets.

Soft, helpless sounds kept escaping her throat. "I can’t~ Amon, it’s too much~"

"Cum again."

"You’re a bastard---"

"I know."

Marielle came a second time with a choked moan. Her breasts shook in his hands.

More warm wetness dripped down from between her spread legs onto the already-damp sheets.

Her thighs trembled hard against the ropes, the muscles jumping under her skin.

Only then did Amon stand up and strip.

His cock sprang free, already thick, hard, and leaking clear fluid at the tip.

The warm, heavy scent of his arousal mixed with hers in the room.

Marielle’s eyes locked onto it.

The glare was gone, replaced by a hazy, hungry look.

Her lips parted slightly. A small, involuntary sound left her throat.

"Bring it closer," she whispered, her voice rough.

Amon smiled. "Ask properly."

Marielle’s eyes narrowed, but the heat in them didn’t fade. "...Please. Bring it closer."

"Louder."

"Please," she said, voice still strained but clearer. "Bring your cock closer."

Amon stepped forward until the flushed, slick head of his cock brushed against her lips.

The soft heat of her mouth ghosted over him as she exhaled warmly.

"Good girl," he murmured.