Chapter 5

Knowing there was no escape, I didn’t even struggle.

I simply watched as Riorém held me in place, leaving bright red marks on my chest.

With a strange, squelching sound, Riorém’s lips finally pulled away.

By then, a crimson mark—larger than my areola—had formed on my pale skin.

The teeth marks tracing the round imprint were also painfully vivid.

“Hah… Hnng, ah… Aah…”

I gasped for breath. While my nipples had been teased before, this was the first time my chest had been sucked so relentlessly.

To think I’d only learn how stimulating this could be at twenty-eight…

‘And of all people, it’s Riorém teaching me.’

While I was lost in this strange realization, Riorém’s attention shifted to the stiff peaks standing taut.

His calloused fingers pinched both nipples, rolling them between his palms.

“Hng… Mmh…”

A sluggish moan bubbled up from my throat.

This area had always been sensitive, but in my feverish state, the torment on my nipples was unbearably intense.

Then, Riorém took my left nipple into his mouth.

His soft tongue licked and rubbed against the hardened bud.

The slick heat enveloping the tip… The scattered warmth of Riorém’s breath… It was too much.

“Hah… Ah… Nngh…!”

Moans spilled endlessly from my lips—unused to restraint.

My breathing grew ragged, my gasps higher-pitched.

A shiver ran down my spine, cold yet intertwined with languid pleasure, seeping into my heart.

Every nerve in my body stood on end.

Finally, I let out a breathless cry as pleasure, sharp enough to burst, consumed me.

“Hah… Nn… Ah…?”

A wet moan escaped.

My eyelids burned, my face flushed.

This… had been an inevitable conclusion from the start.

My body was sensitive enough to climax from just a rough twist of my nipples—how could I endure the relentless flick of a tongue for so long?

With great effort, I opened my eyes to look at Riorém.

Whether he was oblivious to my reaction or simply inexperienced with women, he remained fixated on my chest.

“Ri… orém…”

My voice, thick with heat, barely escaped my throat.

Since he had claimed me as his prize, he could do as he pleased… but personally, I wasn’t fond of prolonged foreplay.

Yet Riorém acted as though he couldn’t hear me, biting down on my flushed chest with a hungry mouth.

A damp heat trailed over my nipple.

My shoulders jerked reflexively, tension coiling through them.

It was a familiar sensation—one I’d felt before when drunk or high, my chest played with until I reached this state.

‘Though it’s never been this overwhelming…’

Riorém sucked on my nipple again with a shlurp.

He could’ve bitten down harder, but his lips simply slid back over my flesh instead.

He’s really… so clumsy.

A man clumsy at caressing—when he suckled at my chest, the sensation was closer to tickling than anything else.

But right now, even that was something I needed.

The heat between my legs was unbearable.

If Riorem hadn’t been pinning me down, forcing my thighs apart, I would’ve already twisted them together, seeking relief in the pressure.

But I couldn’t even indulge in that simple, desperate friction.

Not with this man lost in the rhythm of my breasts, deaf to everything else.

So… As someone who’d once been his master, I supposed I had to teach him.

I ground my hips against Riorem’s thigh where it pressed over me.

The damp fabric of my underwear slid against bare skin, and a stiff little peak—no less eager than my nipples—was crushed mercilessly between us.

“Hah…!”

A rough gasp escaped me before I could stop it.

Only then did Riorem finally pull his mouth away from my chest.

I felt his gaze drop, searing a path down to where my thighs trembled.

“Mmm, ah—!”

Every drag of my clit over the hard ridge of his muscle sent lazy heat pooling low in my belly.

Overstimulated as I was, even the faintest pressure bloomed into thick, syrupy pleasure.

My bound hands strained uselessly against their silken restraints.

Normally, I didn’t feel much from just this kind of touch.

But whether it was the torment of denial or the vivid memories this man had etched into me, even the grind of his thigh beneath me sent sparks crackling under my skin.

Ah… Or maybe it’s because fragments of that night six years ago are creeping back.

“Ngh—ah, hah…”

“Rio… Rem…”

Huuuk.

Riorem drew a sharp breath.

His tousled hair trembled, casting shadows over my stomach as he shoved my sleeprobe higher with his left hand.

Beneath the sheer, soaked fabric of my underwear, the swollen curve of me glistened.

The stiff little bud nestled in that valley rubbed relentlessly against his bare thigh.

Plip.

Something warm dripped onto my lower belly.

Our eyes snapped to it at the same time.

His cock twitched, thick and rigid.

A viscous strand of fluid oozed from the slit of its flushed, fist-sized head—then dripped onto me again.

Riorem’s gaze flicked between his own arousal and the mess between my legs.

The blue of his eyes had sharpened, nothing like the dazed hunger from earlier when he’d been lost in my chest.

Good.

That meant he was flustered now.

“I recognized that look—I’d seen it once before.”

Watching that scene, a long-buried memory naturally surfaced.

Late at night, Riorém would snack on my feet sticking out from under the blankets.

The chill I felt when he lifted my sleepwear and spread my legs.

Even now, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from between my thighs—Riorém’s expression as he kept shaking his cock.

Perhaps Riorém was remembering something similar.

His cock twitched violently before he gripped the shaft in his hand.

It was so thick that even his large hand could barely wrap halfway around it.

Thud, thud.

The way he stroked himself was closer to self-harm than mere masturbation.

The movements were so rough that thin streaks of precum splattered everywhere—across his tensed lower abdomen, over my chest already slick with fluid.

It was… exhilarating.

“Ngh, ah, ah—ahh!”

From then on, I focused entirely on the pleasure.

Tipping my head back, I let out a cry.

Every time my stiff, tense thighs rubbed against my clit, heat pooled in the lower half of my body.

A dangerous excitement, teetering on the edge of explosion.

Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.

Amid the waves of passion, the dull sound of friction filled the room.

Once, we had watched each other from opposite ends of the room—now, we were indulging in pleasure so close, yet still distinctly separate.

That very foolishness only excited me… no, both of us.

My toes curled.

The pleasure spreading from where Riorém touched me began to consume my entire body.

I rocked my hips with all my strength—

But then, the unexpected happened.

Riorém shifted his weight, pressing his thigh hard against my clit.

“…!”

I couldn’t make a sound.

Instead, with my climax, a flood of slick gushed out.

The coiled heat erupted into tremors, seizing my lower belly, thighs, and toes.

My entire body shuddered violently.

“Hah—”

Beyond my flickering consciousness, I heard ragged breathing.

At the same time, something hot splattered onto my body—thick, pungent, barely recognizable as liquid.

It splashed across my torso, even my face, soaking my closed eyelids.

Dazed in the aftermath, I slowly opened my eyes.

Strands of cum dripped from my lashes.

Riorém’s cock was still spurting.

So much had built up that it oozed out in thick, viscous strands.

“Do you finally… understand where to touch…?”

Riorém stared intently at my face. His smoldering gaze still held something close to resentment—as if he hadn’t vented nearly enough.

Well, fair enough.

After bringing me here, all he’d done was suck my breasts and jerk off.

I closed my wavering eyes.

Riorém had been my servant for years, and for most of that time, he’d pleased me well.

I’d intended to humor his desires within reason.

But… this was too much.