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"Come out, come out wherever you are~” Saeran chuckled with arrogance, wandering about the room.
At first, he was amused by her playful antics trying to hide from him. But when he couldn’t find her, his expression twisted with agitation.
“I said come out, damn it!” he raised his voice. “Stupid toy, are you intentionally trying to piss me off!?”
As quiet as a mouse, MC slipped out from behind the bookshelf. She looked at him with innocent eyes, blinking as she peered out from behind the wall. The moment Saeran saw her, his tense shoulders relaxed and the manic gleam in his eyes faded. Just the sight of her was enough to calm the raging storm within him.
“There’s my little princess,” he sighed. “All dolled up and happy to see me.”
MC swallowed, recognizing that silky, sultry tone in his voice. Saeran must be in one of his moods again. And by now, she had learned that there was no stopping him when he got into one of his moods. She had to behave, she had to be good and obedient in order to keep him satisfied. It was the only way to keep him stable.
“Come here, come sit on my lap.”
As he sat on the edge of the bed, Saeran motioned for her to join him. MC obeyed, scurrying over with her head down. She sat between Saeran’s legs, letting him wrap his arms around her body from behind. She was forced to lean back against his chest as he began combing his fingers through her hair.
Leaning in, Saeran took a deep inhale of her neck. He groaned against her earlobe, growling like an animal in heat as he let the long strands of her hair fall through his fingertips. His mint green eyes rolled back in ecstasy as he took another deep breath.
“That smell… is that your smell?” he chuckled, the faintest laughter laced into his tone. “Don’t tell me you don’t even know how to wash properly,” he accused.
As he spoke his hand slid up her leg. His skin was as cold as ice, causing her breath to hitch with fright as it crawled up her dress. Before she knew it, his possessive hand was inching up her thigh with salacious intent.
“Do I need to check?” He mocked. “Did the princess wet herself?”
MC was mortified, pressing her knees together and shaking her head.
Saeran frowned at her disobedience.
“Ha! Are you trying to give me orders now? Don’t you know I make the rules around here!?” he shouted, grabbing her legs with aggression and spreading them apart.
MC squealed, startled by his sudden strength. At first glance, Saeran looked so frail and weak. His time at Magenta left him overworked and malnourished. Yet despite his slender physique, whenever he put on that devastatingly handsome suit, he had the strength of a madman. That dark, possessive side of him could easily overpower her.
“I can smell you from here… let me see…”
As she felt his fingers brush over her panties, a chill ran down her spine. His touch was so creepy and controlling, like a spider crawling over her skin and slowly closing in on his prey. She bit her lip to suppress a moan as he began rubbing the damp spot of her panties, applying pressure over her clitoris.
"Always hoping, aren't you, princess?” he whispered against her ear. “Hoping I'll stop. Hoping this is all just a bad dream…”
He laughed again in that sadistic way of his. This was a game to him. A game of hide and seek. A game of cat and mouse. It was a game he couldn’t lose, because he was always the one in control. Pressing hot kisses against her neck, he slithered two fingers past her panties to touch her bare petals.
“But dreams don’t feel this real, do they?”
Two digits slid into her entrance with ease. MC was humiliated at how easily he did it, how obvious it was that she wanted it. The amused chuckle against her ear only heightened her pleasure. Saeran curled his fingers inside her, the rough pads of his fingertips stroking her sensitive walls as a manic grin spread across his face.
“You like when daddy plays with your princess parts?”
As he spoke to her in that luscious voice, he continued planting open mouthed kisses on her neck. Hot and rough. He groaned against her flesh, sending waves of excitement through her body. He could feel her getting turned on, the way her flower opened for him, the way her body begged to be tended to like a garden.
“You love it… you love how daddy takes such good care of you…”
His fingers pumped in and out, the filthy squelching sounds filling the otherwise quiet sanctuary. The heel of his palm ground against her clit with each push, causing her to toss her head back and moan. She felt her climax rising rapidly, dangling on the edge of a violent release.
Yet just as her wave of pleasure began to peak, Saeran suddenly stopped. He pulled his fingers out completely, leaving her empty and pulsing with need. A desperate cry escaped her lips.
“Daddy!!”
That was when he suddenly covered her mouth, silencing her desperate pleas. He secured a possessive grip around her waist, preventing her body from escape. She groaned and convulsed in his arms, the pleasure from her cruel punishment eventually subsiding. A powerful shudder ripped through her body before her eyes closed, and she submitted.
“There you go. You didn’t think I was going to let you finish that easily, did you?” Saeran laughed with dark delight.
His fingers found their way into her mouth, forcing her to lick them clean. She tasted her own juices on his fingers, moaning softly around them.
“What does it taste like, little one? The nectar from your flower?”
MC didn’t have time to reply before his palm traveled down her neck and suddenly grabbed a handful of her breast. He groped and squeezed her hot flesh, admiring the way it jiggled ever so perfectly in his hand.
She found herself curving into his touch as he played with her left breast, the side he unfortunately knew was more sensitive than the other. Damn those controlling hands. She felt as though she were on the verge of another climax just by the tantalizing way he pinched and rolled her nipples. And the feral way he growled and hissed against her ear with all his pent up desire only heightened her arousal.
Suddenly, his hand found its way back between her legs. He didn’t hesitate to plunge two fingers inside, resuming his merciless rhythm once more. One hand worked between her legs as the other toyed with her breast. It was a deadly combination and she felt weightless in his arms.
“I’ll make this sweet little pussy dripping wet. Then I'll clean you up with my tongue…” he promised. “How does that sound, little one?”
MC nodded violently, unable to form thoughts, let alone words. The combination of his filthy dirty talk along with the pleasure being smeared into her was mindnumbing. It was only seconds before her orgasm ripped through her, causing her vision to blur, and head to feel pleasantly dizzy. She came in his hand, just like he wanted.
“Fuck!” Saeran exclaimed, surprised by how much she came. It seemed like an endless spray, completely drenching his hand. And as the sadist he was, his mint eyes widened fascination, absolutely mesmerized by the perverted sight of her squirting all over him.
MC was exhausted, slumping back against his chest as she panted for air. But she didn’t get a break. The next thing she knew, Saeran grabbed her body and aggressively flipped her over.
"Look at the mess you made. Dirty, disgusting girl…”
In one powerful motion, he repositioned her, draping her body over his legs. She was on her stomach now, her dress still bunched around her waist and exposing her bare ass. She didn’t have to think twice to figure out where this was going.
“You just sit in this pretty pink room all day waiting for me to play with you, don’t you? Let’s get one thing straight. I’m the strongest! You’re just an airhead!”
Raising his hand, he suddenly brought it down across her flesh, the sharp sound echoing in the room.
Slap!
It was quick and precise. It was flawless. All those long nights of coding made Saeran especially skilled with his hands, and he used it to his advantage. Afterwards came a burning sensation that caused MC to cry out and wiggle her hips. She was caught in a whirlwind of pain and pleasure.
“I gave you this pretty room. This pretty dress. And yet all you can do is make a mess of it all…” Saeran growled. “Such a spoiled, bratty princess…”
Slap!
He struck her again, then again, eventually establishing a rhythm that allowed the full sensation of each blow to sink in before the next. MC clenched onto the bedsheets, using the mattress to muffle her moans. She was being trained to anticipate the next strike, her body growing accustomed to the tempo of his punishment.
“Y-you didn’t give me any of those things…” her voice came out, broken and bleeding with delirium. “It was all from Ray!”
At the mention of that name, Saeran halted. His hand still in the air, his eyes narrowed with anger. MC couldn’t see his face, but she knew he wasn’t pleased. She almost wished she hadn’t spoken. Perhaps he was right, she really was a spoiled brat afterall.
Slap!
The rhythm was broken. He struck her with a harder force, watching her plump little ass jiggle and turn red with the imprint of his touch. The pain was sharp, but beneath it stirred a confusing heat in her belly.
"Don’t compare me to that marshmallow…” Saeran commanded. “I’m the real one! I’m the strongest! And you… you’re just a toy! You’re mine! Not his!”
Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
“Aggh… I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry, daddy…” MC whined, finally submitting to his control.
“Stop whining! Your awful voice is making my ears bleed!” Saeran commanded. “Just shut up! Shut up and take it! Maybe you wanted this all along. Haha! You wanted to make me mad so I’d punish you, huh? HUH!? You get off to this, don’t you!?”
“N-no, daddy…”
"Liar!" he hissed. "Your pussy is dripping, princess. I can feel it on my leg…"
His brutal insults ceased as did his violent spanking. All at once, he slid one of those magnificent hands over the curve of her ass, providing such a tender touch that made her realize why she stayed here in the first place.
Those were Ray’s hands.
They were soft, tender, and gentle. Even when he used them for dreadful things like hacking on his computer and seizing control over her… there was no doubt about it. Those were still Ray’s hands. The hands of a prince she knew she would see again.
After tenderly rubbing the stinging pain away, his hand found its way to her pussy once more. He was prodding at her pussy now, teasing the sensitive rim without pushing inside. It felt so good, it made her call out for him all over again.
“Ahhh… oh godd…” she moaned, unintentionally grinding her backside against his hand to feel more friction. “Daddy, please…”
He couldn’t say no to her when she begged so deliciously. This was what he wanted. To see her so broken, so pliant and submissive, that she willingly gave herself to him.
With an amused grin, he slammed her back onto the softness of the bed, hands roaming possessively over her curves. He leaned down to claim her lips, kissing her with a desperate hunger that stole the breath from her very lungs. A low groan vibrated between their bodies.
“I’ll give you what you want, princess…” he growled, loosening the black tie around his neck. “What you want is me, isn't it?”
Next came the sound of his zipper, cutting the room like a knife as he pulled out his cock. With a wild gleam in his eyes, he ran a hand through his messy white hair.
“Come on. Let’s play.”
He filled her completely, stretching her almost to the point of pain. But it was that delicious ache that she craved. After so much teasing, all she wanted was to feel him, every inch, every inch of his perfect cock.
"You like that, don't you, princess?" he grunted, beginning to move his hips. "You like when daddy fucks you hard?"
"Y-yes," she gasped, her nails scrabbling at his back. "Yes, daddy, s-so big…”
Each thrust was deep and hard, his hips slapping against hers with force. He was growling like an animal, huffing and sweating against her with each pounding thrust. All that pent up frustration was finally being let out. He took out his emotions on her. And she absolutely loved it.
“Stupid princess... Getting me all worked up like this…” His teeth grazed against her neck as he fucked her relentlessly.
Here he was, the boy who had never known pleasure. The boy who had tucked away all his temptation in order to devote himself to the cult that controlled him. But now he was the one in control. And once he got a taste of what pleasure could feel like, he couldn’t get enough.
With a deep groan, Saeran slammed his hips forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt inside her rose. He could feel her body shaking and trembling beneath him, the two of them hitting their climax at the same time.
Then he collapsed on top of her, breathing hard and listening to the sound of her heartbeat. Despite the torment he put her through, he comforted her in the end. Because deep down, he really did love her, in his own twisted way.
Perhaps someday, he would even be strong enough to tell her.
“I’m daddy’s little doll…”
“That’s right… mine… all mine…”
She was exhausted and ready to fall asleep in his arms. But Saeran never grew tired. He shifted his weight off of her only to duck downward, wrapping her thighs around his head with a devious chuckle.
“Don’t think I’m done, little toy…” he smiled, wiping the saliva from the corner of his mouth. “I said I’d clean you up with my tongue.”