30. Negotiations with Chloe (4)
“Ahhn!! I... I’m gonna cum!! Haaahn!! Please... Viscount!! Please stop!!”
She begged me to stop, but her face was melting with pure bliss. Her outward facade and inner desires couldn’t have been more different. I decided to grant this lewd lady’s wish.
I ramped up the motion of my brush hand to its maximum. Chloe finally surrendered to it. Her clit twitched wildly.
“Ahhn...!! A noble marquis’s daughter like me... like this.... Haht... cumming like a filthy bitch... Hngh... I’m cumming!! Haaahn!!!”
Splurt-splurt-splurt—
She must have been incredibly aroused. In the end, Chloe, toyed with by the brush, climaxed just like that.
The noble marquis’s daughter, arms bound above her head, squirted copiously.
That vulgar, utterly tantalizing sight. If you knew the usual haughty, cold Chloe, this alone would get you rock-hard.
But I looked at her pitifully and said,
“Tch. What the hell are you doing in someone else’s atelier? You said you’d help with my art, and now this. Hilarious. I barely sketched the rough feel with a brush, and you cum like a bitch in heat all by yourself.”
“Haa... haa... hnght...”
Chloe couldn’t even respond to my criticism, just panting raggedly.
“Do you know how much effort I put into this atelier? This sofa’s expensive, as you can see. And you go and squirt your filthy juices all over it! Doesn’t the daughter of the Aiterne marquis family know shame?”
“Th-that’s not... haa... it’s not...”
I flipped the brush around. I poked her nipples sharply with the hard end.
“It’s embarrassing to share the same high nobility rank. You won’t find nipples this lewd anywhere in the capital. Even third-rate salon whores aren’t as bitchy as you.”
“Hiiht?! If you poke... like that... haht...”
Even after cumming so hard just now, her nipples reacted again. I smacked her stiff pink nipples hard from behind with the brush handle.
“Hiih?! Hnngh!”
It was just a brush, but I snapped my wrist to increase the force. It sounded just like a switch cracking down.
“It hurts!! Hiih!!! Ahngh...♡”
It didn’t look like acting—she really seemed to hurt. But at the same time, her red eyes grew moist with pleasure.
The sharp sting on her sensitive spots. Yet that pain probably brought a pleasure she’d never felt before.
So even after climaxing moments ago, Chloe’s voice melted into a sultry moan almost immediately.
“Hnght... hiht... hn! Haang... hiing...♡”
Perfect reaction. My cock, already out and hard, swelled even more at Chloe’s shrill cries. I kept going.
Thwack—smack—thwack—smack—
Not just her nipples—the brush-switch rained down on her massive tits too. Red welts bloomed across her pale breasts.
“Insolent bitch. I’m the sole heir to the empire’s grand duke. The only one who’d dare soil the priceless sofa in my atelier with her slutty fluids is you, Chloe!”
“N-no...!! Even so... you can’t hit me like this... I’m a marquis’s daughter... a noble body... hiih?!”
Of course, it wasn’t that severe. A touch of divine power on her chest would heal the welts instantly. But it was plenty to stoke Chloe’s masochism.
“Hitting me like that... it hurts!! Ahht!! Hn... haht... haaang... heung...♡”
Her pain cries melting into ecstatic moans so quickly was proof.
But soon Chloe twisted wildly, trying to loosen the towel binding her wrists. Maybe she wanted to block my switch strikes.
“Untie... this...!! It hurts... my wrists hurt!! Haht... I’m a marquis’s daughter... how could you... aah!”
What’s this? She’s acting.
Alchemists lack the brute strength of swordsmen by nature. But she was skilled enough in combat to earn golden wings—she could snap this flimsy towel easily.
Right now, Chloe was enjoying it. Hands bound, helpless. Getting relentlessly switched in that state. Her M-tendencies must be firing on all cylinders.
My hunch was spot on.
She squirted more fluids wildly, her hips bucking frantically. Unable to contain the pleasure surging between her thighs, she rubbed and twisted her legs without pause.
“I’m sorryyy... ah... In the name of the Aiterne Merchant Group... I’ll compensate... for the new sofa... aah!! Haht... hiiht... hngh...♡”
Once it was obvious she was loving it, I stopped the brush-switching cold. Chloe panicked.
“Wha...? Don’t stop suddenly... I hate it... hit me again...! Aaah?!”
Her pleasure had been building to a peak. The interruption left her deeply unsatisfied—enough to unconsciously beg for more.
But I set the brush down, declaring it over.
“That’s enough. Like you said, you’re a noble lady. We have to consider the Aiterne marquis family’s honor too. Punishment for soiling my expensive sofa ends here. You said you’d buy a new one, so I forgive you.”
At my easy retreat, Chloe panicked harder.
“N-nooo! Viscount Yulian! Forgiving the crime of dirtying your atelier with just this?!?!”
Her fake distress vanished in genuine desperation. But I played dumb.
“Isn’t this plenty, Chloe? You admitted your mistake yourself. Educating a marquis’s daughter further would be rude, even for me.”
“N-no!! Ending it here...!!”
She was spouting nonsense, begging for more punishment. The earlier play had awakened her submissive pleasures—she couldn’t think straight.
Victory is mine.
And her gaze shifted to my crotch.
It was still exposed from when she’d stripped my pants earlier. No attempt to hide my raging tyrant.
Veins bulging vividly on the shaft. Seeing it, Chloe flashed a lewd smile again.
“Look... Viscount, you’re still so angry down there... ngh...”
Her eyes screamed she’d grab it if her hands were free. Unable to act, she pleaded with words.
“Then punish my rudeness... not with the brush... but with another rod... discipline this noble who forgot her dignity... with Viscount Yulian’s guidance...”
“No need. Admirable intent, but we’re done.”
“Nooo!! More... punish me moreee...”
Finally, Chloe waved the white flag. She parted her thighs slightly, saying nothing. Understanding, I sat her on the sofa.
Spreading her legs wide in an M-shape, more juices gushed out, soaking the sofa again.
“I dirtied your sofa again...♡ So punish me... with your fully enraged cock... haaang...♡ Thrust it deep...♡”
At her total surrender, I couldn’t hold back. I plunged my cock into Chloe.
***
“Haaang♡!! Ahn♡ So good... so gooood...♡ Harder... harder... more!! Heung!!”
The wet slaps of flesh filled the atelier.
Squelch—thrust—squish—squish—
I relentlessly pounded my cock into Chloe’s pussy.
Weeks since the Neuber territory mission—savoring this premium noble pussy again. It had tightened up nicely in our time apart.
A virgin hole that had only ever taken me.
Pushing past the entrance, the gripping pressure from all sides on my glans and shaft sent chills down my spine.
Her dense folds wrapped slickly around my cock meat. Sliding back and forth, the shaft savored every sticky inch without missing a bit.
“Hnght... haht... hngh... hoong...♡”
More fluids poured endlessly from her depths. That lewd, slippery sensation nearly melted my cock.
Exquisite. Instead of praise, I intensified my hip thrusts.
Her tight insides squirted more slutty nectar, yielding to my pistoning.
“Love it♡ Viscount’s cock... so biiig...♡ So hard... love it... there too... squeeze my tits more... moooore!!”
Chloe’s appeal wasn’t just her insertion feel. Those sensual, bountiful tits. I pressed my torso tight against her, ravaging them with my mouth nonstop.
Kneading the jiggly mounds, sucking her stiff nipples relentlessly. Double stimulation from above and below amplified her cries.
“Haaaang...♡ Ahhn!! Chloe’s gonna go crazy... lose my mind...♡ Cock... cock feels too gooood!!”
We’d already fucked before—no need for exploration. Sitting on the sofa, we focused purely on pounding and being pounded in bliss.
Her impossible pleasure kept the ah-ah cries coming. I grabbed her soft arm, stealing her lips.
“Mmph?!”
Softness beyond any flesh. I pried her lips open, shoving my tongue in roughly.
“Mmmph... hmph... slurp... hng...”
I coiled my tongue forcefully around hers. Our saliva mixed sloppily, adding fresh ecstasy to the sex.
Our taste. Utterly lewd, sweetly intoxicating kiss drove Chloe wilder. She bucked her hips, clenching harder on my cock.
I never imagined she’d squeeze even tighter. The electric thrill jolted my waist, heightening the pleasure.
I pulled my tongue out briefly. Undeterred, Chloe stuck hers out, wrapping it around mine outside our lips.
“Churup... churp... sluuuurp... sluuuuurp...”
Lewd tongue play in midair. When we finally parted, thick strands of saliva bridged our tongues.
Squelch—squish—squish—
The sofa rocked violently from nonstop pistoning, of course. I glimpsed Chloe’s face—eyes lost in sex-drunk haze.
“Haaang... ahn! Heung...♡ hiihn... ahng♡!!”
That seductive, slutty gaze nearly entranced me. But fighting the heavy ache in my gut, I downshifted the pistoning gear slightly.
“Ah... ahhn!! Harder...!! Pound me like that...♡ haht...”
Chloe whined petulantly, pushing my ejaculation urge higher. But I held back once more, pulling out. I untied the towel from her wrists too.
“D-don’t pull out!! Why untie...? Ahhn! I love being bound!”
“Don’t pout. I’ll give you something better.”
I lifted her body up. Had her grip the sofa sheets with her hands, ass raised high. Doggy style.
“Haht... love it...♡ Getting pounded from behind... feels so gooood♡.”
Thankfully, my urge subsided. Not time yet. For true victory, Chloe had to be cock-drunk enough to slur her words.
Only then can I extract what I want from her.
I gripped her plump ass cheeks firmly. Time to start round two for total victory.
I rammed my tyrant back into her dripping entrance.