I pulled away from the kiss after a moment, and she looked at me with a flushed face, her gaze quickly averting.
“W-What are you doing? Let me go…” she stammered, trying to wriggle free from my grasp. But I had already burrowed deep into her heart. She couldn’t push me away, nor could she stay angry with me. At that moment, I was the only thing on her mind.
I captured her lips again, this time pressing my tongue into her mouth. Her lips initially resisted, a clear sign she was reluctant to embrace the kiss. But soon, her mouth surrendered. Her tongue attempted to dance around mine, but I overpowered it with my own. As the kiss deepened, Charlotte’s resolve melted, and she became entirely lost in the sensation.
As I continued to kiss her, my hands stayed busy, kneading both of her ass cheeks. The sensation was nothing short of incredible—her ass was the perfect balance of firmness and softness. The elasticity, the way her cheeks pressed back against my hands, and how my fingers sank into her flesh, almost overwhelmed by it, was pure ecstasy.
“N-No…”
She whimpered, trying to pull away, but the resistance was half-hearted at best. The dress she wore, a one-piece that clung to her curves, made it all too easy for me to slide my hands beneath the fabric. With just a simple motion, I could have had my way with her, fingers teasing and exploring, but I held back. Instead, I simply savored the feel of her ass, letting my hands indulge in the perfection beneath them.
After the kiss, I pulled back and studied her face. It was a beautiful mess—tears streaked down her flushed cheeks, smudging her makeup into a chaotic blur. The sight of her like this, stripped of her usual cheeky confidence, made her look even more vulnerable and alluring.
“I want to do it.”
Her eyes widened, panic flashing in them as she stammered, “H-H-Here?”
Her reaction was one of stunned disbelief, as if I’d lost my mind. Despite owning the cake shop, the bathroom was still a public setting. The idea of having sex here, in a space with so little privacy, was dangerous. But that danger? It was intoxicating. The thrill of getting caught only heightened the excitement for me.
“You want to be rid of me as soon as possible, don’t you?” I said, my voice low and commanding. “To get that freedom, all you need to do is prostitute yourself to me five more times. Then you can be with your precious professor again.”
My hands roamed over her ass, squeezing it with possessive force, while my hardened cock pressed insistently against her crotch. She looked down, her breath hitching, her arms trembling as they rested against my chest. With a hesitant nod, she whispered, “O-Okay…”
We slipped into one of the tight bathroom cubicles. In that confined space, she placed her hands firmly against the wall and lifted her skirt up to her waist. Her white butt was barely concealed by a pair of pristine white underwear. The sight was almost sacrosanct, but it was about to be defiled. The pure white fabric was poised to be tainted.
I slid her panties to the side, revealing her wet, twitching pink lips to my eager eyes. Her exposed vagina glistened, every delicate fold on full display.
“D-Don’t…” she stammered, her voice trembling with embarrassment as she caught me staring.
Ignoring her plea, I teased her folds with my fingers, feeling the heat radiating from her. The warmth was intoxicating, pulling me deeper into the moment.
“Hnnn… Hnngg~”
After I coated my fingers in her slick warmth, I straightened up and slowly unzipped my pants, letting my meat stick spring free. Her eyes widened, and she swallowed hard as she saw it. This would be the first time since our initial encounter.
With my rock-hard cock, I guided it to her drenched entrance. A rush of wetness erupted as my rod slid into her slick, inviting pussy.
“Hnnnng…!”
Her pussy felt snug and incredibly inviting, drenched with arousal, making every thrust smooth and intoxicating. The tightness of her grip was deliciously welcoming.
I started thrusting, my hips driving forward as I held her hips firmly.
“Aah… Ahhh, hnngg… Hnnn…” she tried to muffle her moans with her hand, her effort to stay quiet evident in her strained voice.
The cubicle was saturated with the sounds of muffled moans, the squelching of wetness, and the rhythmic slap of flesh meeting flesh.
“Aaah, no, ahh… Ahhh…”
She was teetering on the edge of cumming, so I pulled out abruptly.
“Eh?”
“What?” I asked, trying to read her.
She gritted her teeth, her face flushed and strained. “N-Nothing.”
After a brief pause, I plunged back into her slick, throbbing pussy, feeling her heat envelop me once more.
“Hnnnnnngggg~!”
I kept pounding her relentlessly, pulling out just as she was about to cum. Over and over, I repeated this until I could sense she was on the brink of breaking. After all, she had cried earlier, revealing a vulnerability that made her breaking point close at hand.
“Aah, no, aah~ Ahhnngg~ Aaah…!”
I tightened my grip on her hips, their softness a testament to their perfect shape, and thrust my cock in and out with relentless force. Each time my tip brushed her cervix, her pussy clamped down and opened again, making her moans grow louder. Charlotte’s hand was pressed tightly over her mouth, her eyes squeezed shut. From my perspective, seeing her in that white one-piece dress—a stark contrast to the primal act taking place—was incredibly arousing. The sensation of domination surged through me, making it impossible not to grin.
“Aaah, n-nooo… aaah! C-Cumming…!”
She was on the brink of cumming again when I pulled back, halting my movements.
“Eh?” Her eyes, wide with shock and desperation, darted to me over her shoulder. She couldn’t believe I was deliberately stopping her right at the edge. But that was exactly what I intended.
“What? Do you really need to cum that badly?” I taunted. “Remember who you are, Charlotte. Right now, you’re nothing more than a prostitute. Your job is to pleasure me, not to find your own release.” Leaning in, I let my lips hover near her ear, my breath hot against her skin. My grin widened as I whispered, “But if you want to cum so badly,” I teased, “you can always beg for it.”
Tears began to shimmer in her eyes, glistening like droplets of anguish. ‘That’s right. You still cling to your pride, don’t you? Even though you’re now a fallen noble, you were once the daughter of a duke.’
Yet, pride can be easily eclipsed by the overpowering wave of pleasure.
“P-Please…” she whimpered, her voice quaking with desperation. Then, she raised it, her words bursting with need. “Please make me cum! Make a mess out of me! I can’t take it anymore! You always stop just when I’m about to cum! You’re so mean!” Her voice broke with raw emotion. “So… that’s why… I’m begging… I beg you…! Please make me cum!”
I grinned wickedly, my face twisted into a devilish smirk.
“Roger that,” I purred, my tone dark and commanding. My hands slid from her trembling hips up to her hair, seizing each of her twin tails with a firm grip. I yanked her by those twin tails, pulling her closer with a rough, sudden motion.
“Nnna?! S-So suddenlyyyyyyyyyyy~!” she gasped, her voice a high-pitched wail as the orgasm she’d been desperately craving finally burst forth, her body writhing in uncontrollable pleasure.
But this wasn’t the end. There was still more to come.
