Chapter 56
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Felix bit down on Diana’s bottom lip, his mouth longing for more. His breathing was already ragged as he inhaled with their lips pressed together.
"Ha, ugh."
Barely able to catch her breath, Diana swallowed hard at the saliva that filled her mouth. Breath poured out of hers, almost as hard as his.
Turning his head to press their lips together again, Felix glanced down. The nipples peeked out from beneath the thin lace that covered her body.
Releasing Diana’s wrists, he went straight for her breasts. Between his fingers, the tight peak stood up, red and inviting. Mesmerized, Felix lowered his head and captured it in his mouth.
"Ah!"
His hot tongue flicked over the lace of her dress. Diana’s shoulders shook as she shuddered.
The man's tongue was as skillful and merciless as ever. His lips captured her entire areola and his tongue prodded the nipple, making her legs clenched, and when he sucked hard enough to rip it off, her back lifted off the bed.
"Ugh!"
Saliva-soaked lace clung to her nipples, heightening the sensation. The lace, once as soft as a fine thread, was now rougher than sandpaper. The layers of blocked pleasure grew harder and harder. Diana’s moans were cut short.
Felix tore at the lace slip with his teeth. The worn piece of fabric fell to her navel, exposing her saliva-soaked, glistening peaks in full view.
Felix cupped her full breasts in his hands and lapped at her hard points. Diana whimpered as the tip of his tongue probed her sensitive peaks, and when he sucked on one and cupped the other, she pushed the sheets away with her toes. Even though they had sex so many times in the hunting lodge, her reaction was new each time.
"Stop, mmmm, ahhhh...!"
When Felix pulled his lips away, her right areola was red and swollen like the pit of a cherry. It looked like it was going to burst with juice at any moment, so he bit and sucked on it as hard as he could, but nothing came out. If she had a baby, she would have milk, but his throat was dry with disappointment.
Not having enough of the addictive taste, Felix turned his head to explore the other side.
Something caught his eye. Between the breasts that were spread apart as she lay on her back, there was something carved into the white flesh that didn't belong there.
Felix stopped moving abruptly, and Diana fluttered her wet lashes. Instinctively, she recoiled, a sense of discomfort unlike any she'd felt before.
The moment Felix's fingertips touched her sternum, she began to thrash frantically.
"Oh, no, master, that's not...!"
She knew what lay where his gaze rested. The brand of a slave. The symbol of Karman. It was where the ugly mark had been carved.
Dianhadn't applied the medicine she'd gotten from Prince Eisen in weeks. She'd been told it would last for a few days without daily reapplication, but even that was long past due.
Felix set his teeth between her breasts. Exactly where the mark was.
"Ahhh!"
Diana screamed and clamped her palm over her mouth. As if imprinting his own mark on top of the slave's, Felix sucked hard on the spot where he had set it, causing it to swell. The man's head flushed red. He did not stop at one, but continued to paint it red. With his lips, with his tongue, with his teeth.
"Master, stop, oh. There, hmmmm...."
It was the most humiliating part of Diana’s body, even more so than her nipples or pussy, and she felt even more bare even though her clothes had been taken off long ago.
Felix's breathing against her chest was different than it had been before. He chuckled weakly, then wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, breathing unevenly.
"Karman's property."
The man's breath was so hot. It burned there, like the day the hot penis pressed against her chest.
"Mine."
"Hmph, master....."
"There's no more unmistakable mark."
The voice was high-pitched, as if the brand of slavery, the thread of anguish, could be unraveled with it.
Felix buried his face in Diana’s chest and licked the mark. Diana’s shoulders tensed and she shuddered. An unbearably tingling sensation, lower in intensity than the tyrannical rush of her nipples, ran down her lower belly. The pleasure that pooled in her stomach gradually made its way to her private parts, hidden beneath her body hair.
Strange. Diana thought vaguely, breathlessly. Pleasure, shame, and despair mingled, and she couldn't tell one from the other.
The mark on her chest was a secret she had never shown anyone in her life. If it were discovered, her entire world, the one she had worked so hard to build, would crumble. No one, nowhere, would treat a slave as a person.
But it wasn't what she feared. Instead of being thrown out into the street, Diana was thrown into an ornate bed.
Her world didn't crumble; instead, it was encased in a solid, cold grate.
'Trapped'.
Diana's complexion went white, and then Felix grabbed her by the hips and squeezed, crushing her.
"......!"
Diana gasped. Her lower stomach contracted hard and her clenched pussy burned hot.
Oh, no. Diana barely managed to speak through her tight throat.
"I'm sorry."
The mark on her chest was proof of the lies she'd told. Even if Felix had doubts about it before, it would be a different shock to see it with his own eyes.
So she had to beg. To not become a stuffed possession, like the common furniture and statues in this place, before he locked her here forever...! Diana begged as she had done all her life, as she had begged Hilde's pimp, as she had begged Nephrin of Depierre.
"I'm sorry, master. I'll gladly take the punishment . I was wrong...."
The man who had buried his face in Diana’s breast laughed like a half-crazed man.
"Yes, punishment. You deserve it."
A blotchy redness remained over the slave's mark. Heat flared in the corners of Felix's eyes as he stared at the mark that said this woman belonged to him, legally and physically.
Her pussy was already wet, as it should be in a brothel. She was the kind of woman who let out her juices even when she was being suckled blindfolded. His most vulnerable possession in the country, one he could handle however he pleased.
He didn't even need to spread her open with his fingers. As he slipped the tip into her vagina, Diana covered her face with her hands as if she had a premonition of what was to come. He knew the moment when the woman's cheeks would flush with color as she lay in bed, white as a sheet. Instead of penetrating her slowly, Felix shoved his hard, raging cock into her wet pussy with one hard thrust.
"......!"
Diana’s lips opened soundlessly.
The massive weapon slid across her narrow lining and burrowed deep. She could feel it stretching beyond measure downward. Her lower stomach seemed to swell to a balloon. His penis entered relentlessly.
"Ah, ah...."
Felix never took his eyes off Diana’s face as she took him in. When the moment came when he had to force himself to stop, he grabbed her and pulled her up.
"Hold on."
"What...?"
Diana’s cheeks turned white. It didn't matter, she would soon be writhing in pleasure.
Felix guided her hands to where his hands were, gripping her thighs and spreading them apart.
"The moment you let go, we'll start all over again. Grab them harder and spread them apart. So I can see all of your pussy."
"Master, oh, but this is...."
"It's familiar, isn't it? This is what you learned from Hilde."
Diana stiffened, unable to say anything. Her light green eyes bulged with water in an instant.
Felix snorted.
"How you bend over backwards to keep them happy, how you serve them so you can get a few more bucks out of their pockets. Isn't that what they do all day long, that filthy, lowly business?"
A fragile teardrop rolled down the corner of Diana’s eye. Sadistic pleasure at hurting the lowly maid burned in his heart. Felix wiped away the tears.
"So don't try to be dainty, spread them."
Diana swallowed back a sob and pulled her thighs apart and back. Her inner walls clenched as she was folded in half, sucking him in, the mockery of it all sending her character crashing to the ground.
The moment Felix tightened his hips, his penetration deepened. Diana let out a high-pitched moan.
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