Chapter 5 - Unfinished Moment in Pleasure

I woke up on the surface of the dark red sheets whose softness I knew so well on my stomach. After adjusting the strands of hair protecting part of my face backwards, I realized something else that was different about my body.

All the joints felt crushed. My legs were also hard to move, cramped.

I forced myself to turn around, letting the blanket reveal my completely uncovered curves, and then I looked up at the ceiling above. I swear, I'm jealous.

She's so smooth and flawless looking. Me?

Last night's erotic images were able to drain my energy completely.

Not a shadow. I shook my head vigorously. All the feelings that lingered and traced redness and even blue in some places on the surface of my skin were too real to be considered a dream.

Wasn't last night's treatment often imagined?

Yes, I could only imagine without thinking of feeling every torment coming firsthand.

Whether to feel sad, torn, or even enjoy?

"Are you awake, Rei?" The greeting that sounded familiar made me turn my head in the direction of the voice.

The man who was able to raise the fine hair along my arms with his heavy voice approached while carrying a tray containing a bowl of plain porridge, with no filling.

His face this time turned out to be much better than expected based on his hoarse voice last night. Skin the color of ripe olives with thin sideburns along the jawline.

I could imagine again the feeling of last night when he stopped by to tease mine down there after the treatment of various men I didn't know due to the blindfold.

This man, the man who had kept me at a distance for the past two days and created my wildest imagination whenever I was with him, turned out to have horrible fantasies.

Every curse came insultingly from his lips that I thought were so polite when talking in the car and buttoning up the uniform. Especially when he continued to detail all the treatment I'd gotten from the men before.

Shit! I got wet just thinking about it. The impression I got was that this guy was crazy!

How can he stay on just by imagining me being fucked by someone else?

He sits behind me, letting me get between his bare thighs that feel uninhibited. The scent of hot wood dominates the smell under his bathrobe.

"Isn't there anything better?" I sneered, protesting, diverting attention from wild imaginations.

I thought, I should have some animal protein to indulge my taste buds after the exhaustion that was restricting my movements. These legs are hard to move, still limp. Even so, it was my stomach that was crying out to be filled and couldn't choose when to bribe.

It wasn't bad. It looks like the porridge he gaves me uses broth and some spices. The portion bowl, which was too small for me, was quickly finished.

"You need more energy this morning, but filling your stomach to the brim will complicate our position later." I could feel the movement of his hands on the surface of my skin that wasn't covered by the blanket.

I was completely unprotected from the moment I sat down, even the blanket covering my waist down had been pushed aside by the movement of his hands.

"What do you mean?"

I got no answer other than the hard friction behind and the wet push in front. Lulled, I relaxed even more when I felt the pressure in front accelerate.

My lips seem unable to control each pressure as it reaches my innermost core, while the wave greets the curve of my shoulder.

I want to explode, but I still don't understand. It's like a simultaneous tingling and pain that hits while the top of my body faces the pain of the pinch from the rough fingers.

Just a little more. I'm almost there. My back arched forward, prepared for the possibility. However, disappointment set in.

"Not yet, Darling." The man released his touch and pushed me face down on the bed and dropped the bowl to the tray on the floor. "Ah! You messed up my floor!"

He continued swearing without any intention of covering me and called out the name of someone who immediately entered the room carrying a mop. Probably the janitor of this house.

"Yes, Mr. Satya." I heard him mention the name of the man who had fondled me.

The janitor's steps were heard leaving. I thought. However, he came back and stood by the bed facing me and Satya.

"You like being seen, don't you, Rei?" asked Satya.

I felt a tug on my wrists behind my back until I straightened up, resting on my legs, which were folded without restraint.

Yes, I saw the hungry hunter's gaze on the janitor and it made the crease between my legs even more tingly.

"Aw!" I squirmed as I felt Satya's hand cup the tightness in front of me hard. The massage was initially painful until it centered on pulling on the peak in turn.

"This bitch is already so wet!" he swore after his rough hands reached the depths down there, again.

I was clearly humiliated, but this self did not resist Satya's treatment and the janitor's savage gaze, or was it just my imagination if he wanted me to?

"Arman!"

I gasped when he mentioned the janitor's name.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Hold the front here."

What?

Arman also climbed onto the bed. He took over my chest from the homeowner's squeeze. "You see, Sir?"

Not much better. Especially after Satya gave the order, "Rough it up."

Like the body scrubber, I used to shake my twin mountains. The tingles that ruled before were muffled by pain.

"Satya!" I jumped as I realized the hardness of the object piercing my core. It filled the space down there too much.

"Oh, did you dare to say my name?" His hands held my waist, forcing me to move down until he was fully inside me. "I'm your master here, Darling."

Although the night before this feeling was similar, seeing the owner of that tension in person left a different kind of pain. I twitch, trying to adjust by gripping on tightly while this body feels like it's falling apart from the stimulation all at once.

"Ma-Master ...." I couldn't help but whimper. This hand relaxed without being able to resist Satya's movements.

Satya's fingers returned to tease my core even though his were already fully engulfed. Meanwhile, Arman not only held as his master commanded, but also landed his taste buds twisting at the peak. Taking turns with the pressure.

Damn! Arman held on to his without taking his eyes off me. Since when did he take off his pants?

"Yes, say it like that." Satya's whisper in my ear was accompanied by a lick that dug into my outer burrow. The tickling sensation invited a sting to mine that dampened the harshness of Satya's passion.

I began to move myself up, seeking pleasure from the fingering of the two men near me, then sinking it again as deep as I could until it touched my pent-up passion.

They were getting bolder and bolder, not only with their fingers, but also with the suction and biting that felt lodged in my body.

Ah, this is what it feels like ....

This pleasure is farther than ever to achieve, but it makes me want to go on and on.

Full down there explodes in unspeakable satisfaction.

They wouldn't even let me just lie down despite the warmth flowing through my open hole when Satya released his. He didn't. He asked me to face him, to be on top of him and keep moving.

Yet, something else I felt rubbed my back passage. Arman?

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