10. Search Request - Bella
Everyone has their own unique sexual preferences. Some fetishize objects or occupations, specific situations or environments—even animals, in some cases. There were as many varied tastes as there were people in the world.
One such preference was masochism. It described those who derived pleasure from suffering or abuse in particular scenarios. Their kinks varied wildly, but to sum it up simply: they got off on being tormented exactly as they craved. The methods might have different names...
But in the end, we just called them all one thing.
"Masochists."
Bella reacted to my words.
"Uh... uhn...?"
Focus crept back into her half-lidded eyes. Even so, her flushed, aroused expression and the lewd hunger in her gaze toward me hadn't faded a bit. This bitch was panting for my next move. But I had no plans to give her what she wanted—not yet.
I slowly caressed her cheek, sticky and glistening with her saliva, her stomach juices, and my cum.
"Our Bella's a masochist."
"Wh-what's... that?"
"A pervert who gets off on being tormented."
Bella's pupils quivered. She shook her head in denial.
"N-no way. Why would I be a pervert? Don't talk shit. Who the hell are you calling a pervert?"
Of course, it was a lie.
"Really? Then what was all that 'do more' begging about just now? Wasn't it 'torment me'?"
"What're you on about? That was... yeah. Just 'cause you didn't look satisfied yet, so keep going. The fuck you mean 'torment'? Cut the bullshit. You're pissing me off."
Even as she spat that out, Bella sneaked a glance at me. Fidgeting like she was terrified I'd actually stop—it was fucking adorable.
"Anyway, don't you want more? Huh? Still not enough, right?"
I had no intention of stopping myself. My lust hadn't burned out yet, either. Truth be told, I wanted to pin Bella down right then, slam my cock into that twitching pussy below, and make her howl. Pound her until she sobbed and begged. The savage urge to thrust and thrust and thrust until she broke.
Her words had lit the fuse on my sadism. This bomb was gonna blow soon. But I held back. Right now, I wanted to shatter Bella's pride in one go.
"Nah? I could just call it quits like this."
"Quits? Hey, your dick's still rock-hard as fuck. Doesn't that hurt? Guys get all uncomfortable when they're like that, right...?"
Bella protested meekly. A masochist through and through, her whole body screaming for torment.
"Hmm, dunno. Feels bearable to me."
The thick, musky scent of bitch-in-heat wafted from her sopping pussy. Her act of playing it cool—like she was only doing this for me—was equal parts endearing and infuriating. Outside the bedroom, maybe she'd take the lead. But in sex? Total control was mine. No matter who it was—even Cheong-ah. And that went double for Bella.
I chuckled and shrugged.
"Hey, h-holding it in gives you health problems, y'know?"
"I'm good. Worst case, I'll just jerk it."
"J-jerk? What's that?"
Right in front of Bella's confused face, I gripped the shaft of my cock. My hand came away slick and sticky from her undried saliva, stomach juices, and cum—gross as hell, but I schooled my expression and started pumping back and forth.
"Jacking off. You grab your dick like this and stroke it with your hand. Like when you gave me that handjob. But solo."
Slap—slap-slap.
Bella gulped hard, her eyes locked on my stroking hand.
"Ah, that. I said I'd do it—why're you...?"
I cut off her mutter before she could finish.
"You said you didn't want to anymore."
"Huh? When the fuck did I say that?"
"Literally just now. 'Do more 'cause you want it.' So you're not into it, but I'm forcing you... I'll handle it myself. What's the problem?"
"Th-that's not... um..."
"You want it? Last chance. Be honest. Say no, and I'll bust a nut solo and we're done."
"Ugh... fine, whatever."
Bella hesitated at my question, eyes darting. She bit her lip, released, bit again. Blinked rapidly. Brow furrowed, smoothed, furrowed. Then, after a beat, she licked her parched lips and nodded slowly, voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah... I want it."
"Want what?"
"...With you, Ian. Sex."
I flashed her a grin for her gutsy honesty.
"Yeah? Too bad. I don't."
"Wha— the fuck? You said you'd do it if I was honest!"
"Said to be honest. Didn't say I'd fuck you."
"You little shit...! You toying with me right now?! Think I'm a fucking joke? Goddamn it!"
Bella shot to her feet, cursing up a storm. Her face flushed for a whole new reason as she fumed. She looked ready to lunge.
I gazed down at her—she was a head shorter than me—and commanded.
"Sit, Bella."
"F-fuck you! Who the hell are you to order me around...?"
"Sit."
"Uuuugh..."
I grabbed her head and forced her down. Normally, impossible—she was way stronger than me. Sure, I might edge her out in raw physicals, but the second she tapped mana, I'd be toast. And yet...
Bella offered zero resistance. Or rather, she pretended to, letting my hand force her to her knees.
"Gr... grrr..."
Her face screamed humiliation. I shoved my rigid cock right in her face. Gripped it and swung hard, left to right.
Smack!
The shaft cracked across Bella's cheek dead-on.
"Uh— ughk."
Utterly degrading. But she just glared up at me, eyes blazing—no physical retaliation. Instead, she squirmed, thighs rubbing together, toes curling. Clear as day: she was hornier than pissed.
"Bella, here's something you don't know. Sex is what people do."
"The fuck's that supposed to mean?"
"Exactly what I said. Sex is for humans. So what do you call it when beasts fuck?"
"No clue."
"Copulation. That's beast-fucking."
"So why the hell bring that up...?"
I slapped her cheek with my cock again as she questioned.
Smaaack!
Bella's eyes went wide. I hardened my glare.
"What you and I are doing? Not sex. Copulation, you bitch."
"Hey, you just called me a bitch, didn't you?"
"Damn right. Don't like it? We can stop."
At my veiled threat, Bella flinched. She bit her lip hard, growling back at me.
"You goddamn mutt. Hey, I've been playing nice this whole time—"
"Said if you hate it, speak up. So why hold back? Let's be real, Bella."
"Real about what, you fuck...!"
"Feels good, doesn't it?"
"Huh?"
"Feels amazing. This humiliation—getting owned by me. It's got you dripping, right?"
"What kinda bullshit—!"
I stretched out my foot. Propped my big toe right against her pussy slit.
Squish.
"Hngh...?!"
Drenched hole. Her juices dribbled down over my toe.
"Pussy's fucking soaked."
"N-no... it's not— hngh... ahk!"
Bella shot me a glare.
"C'mon, let's be honest, Bella."
"...N-no. This— hic, nooo..."
"You love how I treat you."
No fear. Just this weird surge of confidence. I stroked her hair, whispering.
Her eyes glazed over, dreamy.
"Admit it, and I'll make it feel even better."
"Even... better...?"
"Yeah."
"...Hng. If you don't, I'm really gonna lose it."
"Bring it."
With her answer, I looked down leisurely and commanded.
"Hands up."
"Wh-why hands...?"
So unlike her—timid, hesitant. But she raised both arms anyway. Her trembling voice and eyes brimmed with horny anticipation. Dying to know what I'd do next.
I seized both wrists.
"Uhng...? Why grab my hands?"
"Don't ask."
Shoved my cock straight into her mouth.
"Suck."
"Like this?"
"Do it."
"...Fine."
Firm order. She parted her lips, swallowing the glans. Slurp—schlurp.
"U-umm..."
The wet sucking sounds mingled with the rain—pure stimulation. Still clumsy as hell, though. Even with her hands free, her handjobs were awkward; pinned like this, it was downright shaky and sloppy.
"Deeper. Suck it like I taught you."
"...Uung."
Schluuuurp... sluuuurp... schluuuurp.
"Glrk..."
At my bark, the cock slid deeper, inch by inch. Still some resistance—she couldn't deepthroat fully. But she took as much as she could: just shy of half. Impressive for a first go. Talent, maybe. Blowjob skills? Jury was out. But effort? Solid.
Her upturned eyes begged for praise, but with her arms pinned, no headpats. I just murmured a grin.
"Much better this time."
"Hnght..."
Seemed satisfied. Cock still in her mouth, she let out a smug little snort and redoubled her efforts, slurping away.
Alright. On to the next phase.