She regretted her rebellion, realizing she had gained nothing from it. Feeling a throbbing pain in her throat, Eileen replied in a low voice:
- Yes.
Despite the response, a lingering resistance remained in her heart. She felt that if he would just stand still, she could accomplish more.
'But if he needs to move that way to feel pleasure…'
It seemed like something she could only achieve with more effort. The way things were, it was unthinkable.
On the other hand, Eileen recognized that Cesare treated her with genuine care. Since their first night together, she had developed an interest in sex.
Although it was difficult and overwhelming, he had discovered a pleasure that far outweighed the pain.
She also appreciated the way Cesare touched her gently during sex. Discovering this aspect and these facets of the man in the bedroom at night was also very pleasant.
If Cesare had acted according to her wishes, Eileen would never have enjoyed sex.
The shock of witnessing her father's intimate moments with a woman was vividly etched in her memory. That memory had instilled in her a feeling of revulsion toward the sexual act.
However, she felt no aversion towards Cesare. She accepted him without any hesitation.
This man, standing in front of her, was the only exception in her life.
As she reflected on her feelings for him, Eileen slowly parted her lips.
- I am really sorry…
In the end, she had failed to make him feel pleasure. With no other ideas in mind, she looked at Cesare and asked softly:
Why don't you put it inside me? I promise to stay quiet.
Eager to satisfy his desires, she urged him to continue. Instead of penetrating immediately, Cesare gently kissed her forehead.
I can't just put it on.
Eileen remembered the preliminaries he always performed before penetration. Cesare insisted on teasing and completely torturing her before allowing insertion.
- But…
There was no suitable place to lie down.
While Eileen hesitated, Cesare knelt before her, and she was astonished by his willingness to humble himself without any hesitation.
For someone of such a high position, it was unthinkable to humiliate themselves in such a way.
— Cesare, please! Get up.
Urgently, Eileen reached out her hand, trying to make him stand, but he showed no intention of rising. He remained on one knee, like a knight taking an oath, and gently removed Eileen's shoes.
Lift your skirt.
Eileen gathered the hem of her dress as instructed. With the abundant fabric on her arms, her legs were completely exposed.
Although she had already shown her naked body several times, exposing her legs made her tremble with nervousness.
As her shoes were removed and her white silk stockings were revealed, Eileen, embarrassed, curled her toes and called out to him:
Cesare…
She wanted the man to stop and stand up, but Cesare placed her foot on his hand and examined it closely. Her large hands made the little foot fit perfectly in her palm.
The noblest person in the empire, who was above all others, was now at Eileen's feet. The fact was so strange that she could hardly bear it. She wished Cesare would get up soon.
After playing with his foot for a while, Cesare ended up kissing his calf. In a casual tone, he said:
— I intend to engrave your name on the Arch of Triumph, Eileen.
— …What? At the Arch of Triumph?
The statement was so unexpected that Eileen was certain she had misheard. How could someone so insignificant during the war, a mere baroness, be considered worthy of having her name engraved on a triumphal arch?
Securing approval for the bow itself had taken months of intense debate with the council. Suggesting that the name of a wife, with no direct connection to the war, be inscribed there would be a serious political mistake, capable of provoking strong opposition.
While Eileen's face paled with worry, Cesare spoke as if it were nothing out of the ordinary:
— Of course it should be done. It's for you.
She had many questions, but couldn't continue the conversation. Cesare immediately grabbed Eileen's thighs and spread them apart, resting her legs on the arms of the chair and pressing his face between them.
— Aah!
Eileen screamed and gripped the hem of her dress tightly. Her toes, which had been dangling in the air, stiffened and trembled.
Cesare began licking the damp, clinging panties. He traced the contours of her vagina with his tongue and squeezed her thigh. Eileen, peeking at Cesare through the fabric of her dress, was even more shocked.
While licking her vagina, she massaged her thigh with one hand and masturbated with the other.
The mixture of pre-ejaculate and Eileen's saliva had left his member moist. It seemed easy to masturbate. He rubbed his penis lightly and licked Eileen's vagina.
Eileen tensed her whole body, trembling below. Cesare let out a pleasant laugh as he watched her entrance twitch in spasms. He licked the moisture that seeped through the thin fabric.
Why is it already wet here?
It's because…
Eileen recalled that Cesare wanted her to be honest in bed. Although it was an embarrassing admission, she confessed without filtering her words:
— Because sucking you made me feel something strange.
The excitement she felt when he touched her breast also made her wet. However, it was when she put Cesare's penis in her mouth and sucked it that her panties became completely soaked.
The anticipation of pleasure brought by the man and Cesare's obscene reactions to her touch caused his fluids to flow freely beneath him.
Did you enjoy giving your husband a blowjob?
Eileen nodded very slightly, looking around. She had really enjoyed it. She was pleased to see Cesare groan in response to her actions.
It must be frustrating not being able to suck me off…
However, Cesare didn't give her permission to suck him. He murmured softly, squeezing her panties with his fingers. The deep pink, soaked flesh trembled at the touch of air. A sticky string stretched between her panties and her vagina.
He was merely watching. Yet, as if caressed by his gaze, fluids flowed abundantly. The man, observing the fluids escaping from the trembling entrance, pressed his lips against it.
Ugh!
Despite being mentally prepared, a moan escaped. The sound of strong sucking echoed. Clear, obscene noises followed one after another.
The man tilted his head and sucked on her vagina as if he were kissing it, thrusting his tongue inside. It was a deep kiss, his sharp nose buried in the moist flesh. He gently licked and swallowed the fluids that gushed from within.
Eileen groaned and writhed. The chair rattled as she moved, banging against the wall. The creaking of the wood and the loud thuds against the wall made a noise.
The suspicious sounds would certainly be heard outside. However, Eileen was struggling just to suppress the moans rising from her throat.
— Ugh, uhh, ugh, mmm…!
Perhaps due to her unstable position, the sensations were even more heightened. Her clitoris, now swollen like a small pearl, was hard. After licking all the fluids inside her, he also tormented her clitoris as if that wasn't enough.
He rubbed it with his tongue and sucked hard, causing the fluids he had stolen to gush out again. Eileen stretched her toes and shook her head vigorously.
— Ah, Cesare, I… I can't, s-slowly…
But Cesare never listened during those moments. He sucked on her clitoris until he swallowed it completely, sucking intensely. Her insides seemed to bubble. Eileen quickly informed him of her condition.
— I-I think I'm going to… ah, ah!
Shortly after, Eileen came. She arched her back and moaned.
Ah!
Her whole body trembled. Her vision blurred. But there was no time to savor the spasms of orgasm. Cesare, as if he had been expecting it, sucked on her clitoris and inserted his fingers into her vagina.
Her fingers penetrated deep into the still-writhing inner walls. The intruding fingers stimulated the clitoris without hesitation.
Eileen groaned weakly, as if she were dying, at the force with which he was exploring her. Her vision blurred. Her body, after experiencing multiple orgasms, reacted as if it had been trained. Soon after, another climax hit her, draining her strength.
— And I'm going to… ah!
Fluids gushed from her entrance, and a clear liquid exploded from her clitoris, splashing all over Cesare's face. Even soaked, the man didn't care and continued moving his tongue. He slowly licked the trembling entrance and swallowed it all.
Cesare slowly raised his head, looking at Eileen, who was dazed by the spasms of her orgasm. He wiped his wet face with the back of his hand and gave a small, wry smile.
He stood up slowly, holding Eileen's thighs on either side. Then, without hesitation, he thrust his member inside her.
To be continued…