The Frustration of Freedom
She couldn’t escape, so she wanted to at least hide her face. Both wrists were bound, leaving her helpless to do either. If only she could bury her face in a pillow.
“Still embarrassed?”
“…No.”
Yet her eyes kept fluttering shut. Watching her constantly tilt her head sideways, Kian thought that the blindfold suited her—wickedly well.
When he peeled away her panties, his gaze naturally drifted to her ankles. Slender, delicate, and painfully white. It brought back the absurd memory of that slipper that had swallowed her whole.
What about her hands? The robe was long enough that only the tips peeked out.
That protective instinct and twisted urge born from the sight of something fragile. He had been walking a razor’s edge.
His fingers tightened around her wrist, but he stopped himself. The injury on her ankle was still healing. The wound had closed cleanly, leaving smooth, new skin.
Without realizing it, his lips brushed the wounded spot. It was only an ankle, yet the moment his mouth made contact she let out a pained whine.
“L-Lord… I-I’m sorry…”
“Why?”
“…Thanks to you, it’s healed completely. Thank you. Your Grace.”
The gratitude didn’t match the situation at all.
This woman, who had deliberately crossed the boundary she herself had drawn, then bowed with excessive deference. Her bare face flushed with shame and her voice trembled like a frightened child. Every detail scraped at his nerves.
“I heard you were calling him by name behind my back.”
“…”
How did he know?
Vivienne’s face flushed crimson. Calling him by name in front of him felt unbearably awkward. She felt close to him in her heart, yet she spent every moment thinking only of him, and in truth they weren’t close at all. She had tried to avoid calling him by name or, when she had no choice, addressed him as “Your Grace.”
Matilda or Theodore must have told him. Or perhaps the night of the storm, when she had let the name slip.
“Call me Kian.”
“Still…”
She couldn’t finish the sentence. Kian’s lips had already reached her thigh.
“That’s what we are, you and I.”
“Hmph… yes.”
“Do you still remember your role in this house?”
“…Kian.”
“Good.”
He answered with a satisfied smile, then seized her calf and spread her legs wide.
The flushed folds between her thighs glistened with heat.
Her pubic hair was sparse, almost nonexistent, because her hair was so light.
She had trembled violently at first from fear, even though he had only kissed her.
Her body must have become accustomed to the sensation. The space between her legs shone with a slick, sticky nectar.
She was enjoying it so much that her body betrayed her. Today she had gasped for breath when the kiss became too much, or instinctively tried to flee, only to be cornered.
Without permission, she had crossed the line she herself had set.
She dressed like an outsider yet behaved as if she had no boundaries.
Standing at the razor’s edge between longing and terror, confusing herself, was deeply unpleasant.
This woman desired him.
The proof was right in front of his eyes, transparent and undeniable.
He wanted to taste it, to brand it deep inside himself.
Kian dragged his tongue upward along her slit. The sweet, heady scent filled the air. He buried his mouth between her thighs, then delicately parted the delicate folds with the tip of his tongue. He probed thoroughly, until he found the swollen, hard little bud swollen with heat.
“…Mmm.”
He licked the plump clitoris firmly. The sensitive skin trembled and twitched. Kian placed the small pearl in his mouth and rolled it gently like a candy, sucking the clear fluid that seeped from it.
“Hah… ah…”
Vivienne released the suppressed moans of physiological pleasure.
With every stimulation, her core glowed with heat and her mind grew hazy.
Devoting so much care to licking between her legs.
He had only heard that intercourse meant pushing into the clitoris and shaking until the seed was released. He had never imagined anything like this.
Especially not when Kian relentlessly tormented the tiny nub with the tip of his tongue.
Was this possible?
It was so hot and maddening. Why had she never known?
It was too small to notice, hidden between the folds.
Yet Kian had found it.
Every time his soft lips touched and he sucked greedily, her inner thighs trembled from the overwhelming tickle.
When Kian gently scratched the clitoris with his teeth and tugged it between his lips, hot nectar gushed forth. He drank it like honey, gulping it down without hesitation while she writhed in embarrassment.
She was exposing her reddened inner walls in front of him while dripping sticky fluid.
It felt as though she was revealing her own sinful desires to him. She was ashamed.
Whether he knew or not, Kian traced the outline of the rounded flesh with his tongue, inscribing his existence into her, then pressed down hard with the flat of his tongue and began crushing and licking it.
“Aah…!”
Her lower belly tightened painfully, accompanied by a shameful whine. Her soles arched and her hips lifted instinctively. The wave of climax passed through her body as if she were floating, and the strength drained from her, leaving her to sink beneath the bed.
More stimulation in this state was pure agony. She tried to push his head away, but he refused to pull back.
“Hic… ah… stop… please…”
Even as she begged, legs trembling, Kian laughed triumphantly and pinned her knees apart.
“I don’t like it either.”
Yet he still devoured her so eagerly. He had made her tremble with pleasure until her hips shook, and now she claimed she didn’t want it. It was absurd.
The more he provoked her, the more he wanted to watch her reactions.
He spread her outer lips with both hands and pulled back the hood, revealing a deep, red clitoris like a ripe pomegranate seed. The swollen nub, slick with fluid, pulsed as if it might burst. He hadn’t even touched it, yet it twitched with a pounding heartbeat.
When he gave it a quick, broad lick with his tongue, the sensitive bead trembled violently.
“Haaah…!”
Refusing to give her what she wanted, her lower lashes grew damp. Her toes curled, yet her fists clenched and unclenched in fear, fearing her bindings would snap.
Kian watched her delicate terror with satisfaction.
…Should I let her come?
She was already soaked enough.
More than enough—overflowing.
Because of the nectar that had already trickled down between her buttocks, the sheets were drenched and the room filled with the sweet scent.
When Kian finally released the swollen nub, the overcharged clitoris retreated back inside her folds.
Below, a small opening gushed sticky fluid, trembling.
Even when he split her hips apart, the entrance was too narrow to see inside.
She was probably too full to take him at once, so he needed to widen her first.
Even hidden places could be marred, and he had decided to take her. Why not make it perfect? Or perhaps the reason was that this side was already like a torn bundle.
Kian rubbed the wrinkled folds long and slow, then slid two fingers inside after they were thoroughly wet.
“Haaah…”
He felt the sticky walls clinging tightly and began a slow, deliberate thrust, withdrawing and pushing in again.
Even with just one finger, the inner mucous membrane swelled with sensitivity, trying to expel the intruder.
Seeing her bound wrists, unable to do anything but drop her lashes, a far more sadistic urge surged through him.
He added a second finger. The wet, squelching sounds grew faster.
His middle and ring fingers spread her inside thoroughly, widening the path.
He cupped her folds with one hand, then circled her clitoris with his thumb.
“Haaah…!”
The dormant sensitivity suddenly boiled over. Vivienne curled her toes and began twisting her hips. Every time his fingertip brushed a certain spot, the walls clenched like a sea anemone.
Perfect. Right there.
Kian aimed deliberately and began thrusting upward.
“Haaah… ah!”
Vivienne lifted her chin and cried out long and loud. Her inner walls contracted rhythmically, clear nectar dripping down to her wrist.
“It’s delicious. You.”
Kian watched her face, flushed as if about to weep, and licked the fluid from his fingers with renewed appetite.
“Do you want to taste?”
He grabbed her chin and kissed her deeply, forcing his saliva into her mouth. She swallowed it unconsciously and he curved his lips in satisfaction.
There was no more patience left.
He spread her legs even wider and placed the tip of his erection against her dripping folds, rubbing it slowly along her slit. The shaft grew slick with her nectar in an instant.
The hard head nudged the entrance and slid inside.