Chapter 9
"Feel it properly. This is your man's punishment for you."
Kane released the crimson mark from his mouth, smiling wickedly as he looked up at me.
My legs couldn't help but tremble.
He seemed to sense the change in my body and slowly slid his tongue down from my nipple.
His soft, wet tongue traced across my slightly cool skin.
I could clearly feel him licking every part of my body, like a child savoring candy.
The trembling in my body was uncontrollable. I didn't know why I was shaking so badly.
Besides fear, there was also a trace of humiliation.
Watching his tongue approach the space between my legs, I begged in terror.
"Please, don't."
I thought my pleading would be useless, but surprisingly, he actually stopped.
His breath sprayed against my soft private area.
"You should know that everything in this world requires an exchange. You want me to stop, so what can you do for me?"
Looking at his suggestive gaze, I didn't know what he wanted me to do.
Seeing my innocent and confused look, Kane's mood seemed to improve again.
He laughed and pulled me up.
In an instant, I went from being pinned under him on the bed to sitting on his lap.
More precisely, sitting on his crotch.
I could feel something hot and hard beneath my bottom.
I realized what it was, and my whole body couldn't help but flush with heat.
He released my hands and thrust his hips upward against my bottom.
My body suddenly swayed, about to fall off the bed, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck.
Kane chuckled softly, placing his hand on my waist.
"My cupcake, I didn't expect you to be so forward."
The shame made me immediately explain.
"But you moved first, that's why I..."
But before I could finish, Kane thrust his hips again.
"You're my fiancée. Taking care of my needs is what you're supposed to do."
He dragged my other hand toward his pants. I was so scared I didn't dare move.
In an instant, something massive sprang out from his zipper.
Yes, sprang out.
Skin against skin, I felt the burning heat of that thing.
I wanted to pull back, but he held my waist firmly.
"I promised you we wouldn't have sex. Don't worry, that will only happen on our wedding night. Right now, you should use your little hand to help me with something."
After saying this, he pulled my hand toward his hot area.
My hand stiffly covered that thing of his.
At that moment, the only thing I could think of was asking the Lord for forgiveness.
This wasn't something I was willing to do.
He wrapped his hand around mine, sliding it continuously along his penis.
I was like a puppet, only able to be manipulated by him.
Sticky fluid from somewhere covered my palm.
I endured the strange feeling brought by that stickiness, only hoping it would end quickly.
Suddenly, he lowered his head again and took my trembling nipple into his mouth.
That electric current spread through my entire body again.
I bit down hard, not wanting to make a sound.
But that feeling was impossible to resist.
Broken moans squeezed out from between my teeth.
He seemed even more excited, even biting my nipple with his teeth.
But the sharp pain gradually turned into an indescribable pleasure.
My mind went blank, my ears filled only with the sounds of pleasure and excitement coming from both him and me.
I don't know how long passed before I felt a stream of almost scalding heat in my palm.
Kane let out a beast-like roar, then held me as he lay down toward the bed.
He held me tightly, my palm still covering his private area.
But after that hot stream, that part of him was no longer so hard, slowly softening.
Kane held me and suddenly kissed my forehead.
My consciousness seemed to return from somewhere unknown.
I trembled all over and said with difficulty, "I want to take a bath."
Probably because his desire had been satisfied, Kane didn't say much this time and stood up cheerfully.
He tucked his thing back into his pants, then walked to the door and opened it.
"Clean up your future mistress."
I gasped, instinctively wanting to pull the blanket beside me to cover my still naked body.
After Kane finished speaking, two maids walked straight to my side.
They completely ignored my resistance, picked me up, and walked toward the bathroom.
The bathtub was filled with warm water. The maids' movements weren't gentle as they placed me directly into the tub, the warm water submerging my body.
But I couldn't feel any warmth.
Shame and humiliated grief left my entire body cold.
Kane leaned against the bathroom doorway, watching me with playful eyes as the two maids washed me thoroughly.
I went from initial excitement to numbness, letting the two maids clean me, dry my hair, and carry me back to bed.
I sat there, my eyes vacant.
Kane's twisted pleasure was greatly satisfied.
He sat beside me, gently stroking my hair.
"Such terrible hair, not smooth at all. It seems before our wedding, I need to take good care of you."
Looking at him, not knowing what he meant by this, the maids who had just left returned.
They were carrying several pieces of clothing.
Kane casually picked up a pure white silk nightgown and put it on me.
Looking at me, Kane nodded with satisfaction.
"This nightgown suits you perfectly."
Then he turned his head and said to the maid beside him in an indifferent tone, "Go find a nutritionist. From now on, they'll be responsible for the mistress's three meals a day."
The maid nodded and quickly left, like a machine receiving instructions.
Just as Kane was about to say something else, a man's voice came from the room's doorway.
"Signor, Bruce wants to see you. He says there seems to be some problem at the port."
I saw Kane's expression suddenly turn cold, even showing a trace of murderous intent.
This emotional change made me instinctively afraid, and I couldn't help but curl up.
Kane was about to curse angrily but swallowed it back down.
Kane stroked my head, like calming a puppy, then leaned close to my ear and said with a smile.
"I have to go work now. You stay here nicely. I don't want to come back and find you gone from this room. You know I get angry easily."
After saying this, Kane stood up and left the room.
With his departure, his unique scent still hadn't disappeared.
I wrapped myself in the blanket, as if only this way could I feel a bit of safety.
Thinking about what just happened, my eyes couldn't help but redden, and tears fell again.
If possible, after seeing you again, I want to go to church.
What happened today has already violated the teachings. I must repent.