Chapter 36: Irresistible Pleasure
Nicole's POV
I stared at Hodgson with wide eyes, fear instantly overwhelming me like a tide.
"No, no..."
I shook my head frantically, my body retreating uncontrollably towards the headboard.
"Hodgson, are you crazy?! You can't do this to me!"
Hodgson ignored my pleas.
He ripped off his tie, grabbed my struggling hands, and tied them tightly to the bedpost.
I kicked my legs desperately, twisting my bound wrists frantically, but the tie wouldn't budge.
Damn! This tie is too good.
The more I struggled, the tighter the knot tightened, rubbing my wrists raw.
It was completely useless.
Seeing I was securely pinned, Hodgson straightened up with satisfaction.
He picked up the bottle of red wine on the table and walked into the bathroom. Soon, the sound of running water could be heard.
A few minutes later, he emerged holding an empty, rinsed bottle.
Seeing the cold, smooth bottle, I began to struggle even more violently.
Hodgson walked over to the bed, looked at me, bent down, and ripped my skirt off, tossing it carelessly onto the carpet.
My eyes fell on the red wine bottle. A wave of fear welled up in my heart.
Oh my God, was he really going to torture me with this thing?
I would rather he fucked me personally, in the most brutal way possible, than have a cold, strange bottle enter my body.
My emotions completely collapsed, and my voice tinged with sobs.
"No... I don't want this bottle, Hodgson..."
Tears streamed from my eyes, quickly soaking the pillow.
Hodgson leaned over, extended his tongue, and gently licked the tears from my cheek.
His movements were gentle, as if he were handling a treasure, but the words that came out of his mouth were utterly cruel.
"Nicole, this is my punishment for you. You should have expected this day to come when you agreed to help Molly."
He paused, then coaxed, "Don't worry, I promise I won't actually hurt you. Now, relax and spread your legs."
His words had no effect on me.
The long struggle and extreme fear had exhausted all my strength, and I could only lie there in despair.
Hodgson spread my legs apart, first inserting two fingers into my vagina and slowly pumping them in and out.
I closed my eyes, an uncontrollable moan escaping my throat.
I was too familiar with his fingers, too familiar with his controlling rhythm.
In an instant, my pussy was soaked.
The thrusting of his fingers somewhat eased my tension and fear, and my body slowly relaxed.
"Well done, Nicole. Your body is very honest."
Hodgson quickly withdrew his fingers.
I opened my eyes and saw him raise his finger, now stained with my body fluids, to my face. He then placed it in his mouth and licked it erotically.
Before I could react to this humiliating scene, something cold and hard pressed against my vagina and slowly slid in.
"Ah!" I screamed.
This felt so strange!
The bottle's mouth was cold and smooth, a stark contrast to the warmth of my fingers.
I curled my toes uncontrollably, my body tensing like a drawn bow.
Hodgson began to pick up the pace, the slender bottleneck thrusting violently in and out of my vagina, sending a powerful wave of pleasure crashing through my veins.
My entire body tensed, my body's reaction making me feel extremely ashamed, but I couldn't help but clench the bottle with every thrust.
"So, how do you feel?"
Hodgson's voice rang in my ear, tinged with a hint of excitement.
He stared at me intently, not missing any subtle expression on my face.
I gritted my teeth, desperately resisting the rising pleasure within me.
"Ah..."
I gasped. "This... is so awful..."
Hodgson's movements became rougher.
"Lying bitch," he whispered. "You obviously love this bottle."
The moment he pushed the bottom of the bottle deep, I arched my body, and Hodgson quickly pulled the bottle out of me.
Then, my lower abdomen began to spasm, and streams of milky white liquid gushed out of my vagina, quickly soaking the sheets beneath me.
While I was still basking in the afterglow of my orgasm, Hodgson tossed the bottle onto the carpet, then neatly unbuckled his belt, removed his pants, and expertly put on a condom.
He grabbed my ankles and aimed his hot, thick cock at my entrance. Without hesitation, he thrust hard.
"Ahhh!"
The feeling of being completely penetrated brought me to another orgasm almost instantly.
The bottle was no match for Hodgson's, and the immense stimulation made me shake my head and beg for mercy.
"No... Hodgson... You're too big..."
Hodgson grabbed my waist and began to fuck me with all his might.
"You should be used to this by now, Nicole."
I passed out from Hodgson's fucking.
When I woke up the next morning, Hodgson had already left.
I moved, and my entire body felt like it was falling apart, especially my waist and legs, which ached intensely.
The maid's voice came from outside the door: "Miss Nicole, breakfast is ready. You can come down anytime."
I struggled to get up and walked into the bathroom.
The woman in the mirror was pale, lip pierced by a self-bitten wound.
I splashed cold water on my face, trying to look more refreshed, changed into the clothes the maid had prepared, and opened the door.
As soon as I left, I bumped into Molly coming out of the next door.
She was radiant, a satisfied smile on her face.
Seeing me, she immediately approached me affectionately.
"Good morning, Nicole! I couldn't help but share with you how amazing Hodgson was last night!"
She leaned close to my ear and spoke in a tone that was both boastful and excited.
I could only force an awkward smile and agree, "Really? That's...that's great."
It seemed she'd been completely fooled by Hodgson. She still had no idea who the man she'd been hanging out with last night was.
Molly and I went downstairs to the dining room.
Hodgson was already sitting at the table, enjoying breakfast.
Wendy was there too. As she ate, she stole glances at Hodgson, trying to strike up a conversation, but he ignored her several times.
As soon as Molly saw Hodgson, she immediately walked over and sat down next to him, blocking Wendy's gaze.
I sat down across from them and ate breakfast in silence, desperately avoiding Hodgson's gaze.
Molly kept talking to Hodgson, sometimes offering him jam, sometimes whispering in his ear.
Hodgson's responses were cold.
He mostly just cut into the steak on his plate, occasionally offering a perfunctory remark.
Just when I thought this awkward breakfast was about to end, Hodgson suddenly spoke up.
"Molly, did you know Nicole used to live in Gardella?"