Chapter 216: Hate and Longing [R-18]

"Good girl," he murmured.

Amon let the head of his cock rest against Marielle’s lips for a moment longer.

She was still breathing hard from the two orgasms he had forced out of her.

Her purple eyes were half-lidded with her lips parted.

"Go on," he said quietly.

Marielle glared up at him one last time. "I hate you."

"I know, now suck."

She opened her mouth and took him in.

She started slow, just the head, her tongue moving cautiously around the flushed tip.

The wet heat of her mouth made Amon exhale.

She was still clumsy but the sight of the sharp-tongued professor tied up with his cock between her lips was enough.

"That’s it," Amon murmured. "Don’t just hold it. Use your tongue."

Marielle made an irritated sound around him but obeyed, pressing her tongue along the underside as she began to bob her head.

She pushed forward a little more, taking him deeper until her lips stretched around the middle of his length.

Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet bedroom.

"Deeper," he ordered.

She pulled off just long enough to snap. "You’re already hard enough. Don’t be greedy."

"Deeper, Marielle."

She glared up at him but sank down further until most of his cock disappeared into her mouth.

The tight, silky heat made his fingers tighten in her purple hair.

"Good girl, now suck harder."

Marielle started working him in earnest, her cheeks hollowing as spit gathered at the corners of her lips.

She was so worked up from the earlier teasing that she didn’t stop there.

She kept going until the head brushed the back of her throat.

Her eyes watered slightly, but she didn’t pull off.

Amon watched her for a while, enjoying her reluctant behaviour.

"Look at you," he said. "All that attitude and you’re still taking me this deep."

She made an angry sound around his cock and tried to pull back.

He kept a light hand on her head as he reached down between her spread legs.

Two fingers slid through her soaked folds and pushed inside without warning.

Marielle’s moan vibrated around him. "Ah~ mmph~!"

"Keep sucking," he ordered. "Don’t stop just because I’m playing with your cunt."

She tried to speak around him, the words messy and muffled. "You’re~ doing too much~"

"I know. Keep going."

Amon curled his fingers and began pumping them in deep strokes while she continued to work her mouth.

"You’re even wetter than before," he noted. "Did putting my cock in your mouth turn you on that much?"

Marielle’s hips jerked against his hand. "Shut up~"

"Your pussy is answering for you."

She sucked harder in what felt like revenge, taking him deeper and working her tongue more aggressively.

The wet sounds of her mouth mixed with the slick noise of his fingers moving inside her.

Amon’s free hand rose to her chest.

He squeezed one heavy breast, then the other, kneading the soft flesh roughly.

Her nipples were still stiff from earlier.

He pinched and rolled them between his fingers while she moaned around his cock.

Marielle made another angry sound but didn’t pull away.

Her hips even shifted slightly against his hand, chasing the friction.

"Don’t get too cocky." she managed around his cock, the words muffled and messy. "Just because you are good at sex...."

She stopped talking when Amon pushed his cock deeper in her mouth. "Your pussy says otherwise, lady. Do you feel how it’s gripping my fingers."

He added a third finger, stretching her open while his thumb rubbed slow circles over her clit.

Marielle’s thighs trembled hard against the ropes. "Amon~ wait~"

"No. Keep sucking."

She tried to focus, but every time he twisted a nipple or pressed against her clit she moaned around him and lost her rhythm.

Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her bare breasts.

"That’s better," he said. "Use that anger. Suck like you mean it."

She glared but did as she was told.

She took him as deep as she could, her throat working around the head, while Amon kept fingering her and mauling her breasts.

Every time she tried to focus only on the blowjob, he would twist a nipple or curl his fingers against her sensitive spot and force another muffled moan out of her.

"You’re shaking," he observed. "Are you going to cum again just from this?"

"I won’t!!"

"You will."

Her purple eyes flicked up to his face, full of hate and heat. She didn’t stop.

If anything she sucked him more desperately, as if trying to make him lose control first.

Amon let her continue for another minute, enjoying the wet heat of her mouth and the way her walls clenched around his fingers every time he brushed her clit.

Then he decided he had been patient long enough.

He tightened his grip in her hair and began guiding her head, thrusting shallowly into her mouth while his other hand kept abusing her breasts and pussy.

"I’m close," he warned. "Swallow everything. Don’t waste a drop."

Marielle’s eyes widened.

"Mmph~! Wait!"

"You asked for it closer. Now take it."

He held her in place as he came hard, pulsing thick ropes across her tongue and into her throat.

Marielle made a choked sound and then started swallowing greedily, her throat working as she took every drop.

A thin line of white still escaped the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin.

When he finally released her head she pulled back, gasping, lips shiny and swollen.

"You... absolute bastard..."

"You swallowed all of it."

"I didn’t have a choice."

"You still did it and you came on my fingers while you were doing it."

Marielle’s face burned hotter. "That doesn’t mean anything."

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

Amon stepped back and calmly began untying the ropes.

First her ankle, then both wrists. Marielle’s arms dropped heavily to the mattress.

She stayed where she was, legs still half-spread, breathing hard, staring at the ceiling with a dazed expression.

After a moment she turned her head toward him. "...Aren’t you going to do anything else?"

Amon raised an eyebrow while he pulled his pants back on. "Do you want me to?"

Marielle opened her mouth, then closed it again.

A long silence stretched between them.

Her face was still flushed, breasts still marked from his hands, thighs shiny with her own wetness.

"I..." She looked away. "...No."

Amon smiled. "That’s what I thought."

"Don’t look so pleased with yourself."

"Hard not to. You just swallowed my cum and then asked if I was going to fuck you."

"I did not ask that."

"You implied it."

He finished dressing, opened the door, and stepped into the hallway.

Just as the door clicked shut behind him he heard a low, frustrated sigh from inside the room.

Amon’s smile widened.

’...She won’t be able to keep those walls up much longer.’