Chapter 3 Keep Moaning

"Explain it to me, Zaniyah. How should I do it?” He pulled his face closer and crushed himself against my back, and I could immediately feel his erection.

"S-Shut up!" My face appears to be about to burst due to its extreme redness. Secondly, I bit my lip to prevent myself from letting out another strange sound.

I bit my lip even harder when I heard him chuckling, and it began to tear as a result of the force of my bite. However, I closed my eyes even more as his hand creeped towards mine and dislodged it from the headboard's clasp.

“Wha-what are you doing?!”

Instantaneously, my body was riding on his. He was now reclining down, my legs curled up on his shoulder. My private part was already positioned in the direction of his face, and he could kiss it just a little more distance. I'm not sure when he took off my panties.

"You're not very good at these things. You are incapable of providing me with pleasure. And how can we enjoy ourselves if you remain silent and do not allow me to hear your moaning? At that pace, how am I going to fuck you?" As he talked, he shifted his stare from my face to my body, eventually settling on my pussy.

"Stop biting your lips and take a deep breath. I will not allow you to be silent while we enjoy the night," he added, bringing my legs up to his face.

I shudder as his lick brushes my cunt. As he slips his tongue into my hole, he twirls it. I tugged at his hair as he firmly gripped my legs, paralyzing me. He is devouring me.

I'm losing my mind.

"You're twitching so much on the inside, it's as if you're possessed." He speaks while his tongue continues to play in that part.

"Please, d-do not speak while you are twisting it," I hid my face in response to my request. His breath is striking my vulva, causing an increase in the flow of electricity inside me.

I noticed his countenance shift and in an instant, I found myself laying on the bed with one leg lifted. Before I knew it, two fingers had already pierced my flesh.

"It slipped down smoothly because of the dampness of my tongue and yours." He kept his sight fixed on me even as I switched my gaze to the thing in front of him. It's clear that he's been holding back for some time, since his manhood is as solid as a rock.

"Stop holding back," his hand went even quicker.

I raised my head and allowed my body to be enveloped by the heat. “Stop! I-I'm pleading... No."  My voice is diminishing as well.

"I believed you said I could do anything I pleased? Why are you retracting your words now, hmm?"

I have no idea how many thrusts he has; all I want is to be free of this sensation.

"Continue. Growl loudly as you like." He brought his hand to a halt as I gathered my breath. "I'm eager to hear your lovely voice."

“Ngh .. Ahh.!  Haah!" I'm gasping for air after sensing something shredding through me.

When something enters my hole, my body appears to be on fire. My eyes widened, and I found myself out of breath.

"It stings—! It burns..."  I am now in tears.

"Louder." His face is smirking, but my expression remains stunned.

"Hngh. P-Please do not move."

"All right, I will not." He embraced my body but did not withdraw his cock from the inside. I couldn't stop weeping, and the room was filled with only my voice.

"When you stop sobbing, that is consent for me to move."

When I stopped bawling, he moved as he had told me. Each time I let out a snarl in response to what he desired, it was as if I were not Zaniyah, who used to live a life of luxury. Each time his thick cock penetrates me, I am reminded of his innocent face, which has been replaced by a frigid one.

Everyone around me appeared to be in a daze.

~Present time~

I left the room when I woke up. I slept poorly last night because of what transpired between me and Ambrose. I'm not sure whether his body is well because I noticed that the blood that seeped out last night was not a joke.

Nevertheless, when I descended, I found no one. I assumed he had departed or had gone to the hospital. When I realized I was the sole occupant of the home, I raised my eyes to Ambrose's bedroom.

Even though Ambrose didn't treat me well when we met, I'm still confident that he hasn't hurt me physically. He also returns each day, and each night, I awaken whenever the door opens but pretend to be asleep.

Until I discovered that he does it every day to check on me.

I went upstairs to enter Ambrose's room. I'm still undecided about entering; in the end, I did it.

When I rotated the doorknob and opened in, the gloomy chamber met me directly. I'm anticipating this, as he is not constantly here and primarily uses it to sleep.

I flipped the light switch on the side of the door and saw his immaculate room as it opened. As I started rolling my eyes, a photo in the side table caught my eye.

And when I stared at it, I thought it's just a dream.

I walked up to the picture frame I found and peered at it for a long time, hoping I was seeing something else.

However, I am not mistaken. I was going to grasp it in my hand when a palm quickly grabbed mine to restrain me.

"Who informed you that you were welcome here?" I heard a chilling voice behind me.

And, much to my amazement, I let go of it.

But my eyes widened more as it fell to the floor and shattered.