Chapter 4 Please follow Mr. Churchill's orders

Halfway through the conversation, he used the handle of the spoon to hook the girl's scattered hair behind her ear, and whispered against her earlobe, "If you don't hurry up and start, your lustful fluid will soak my entire sofa."

　　Zachary pinched her labia tightly with his palm, pressing the dripping vaginal fluid into his palm.

　　"Mmm..."

　　Cynthia followed his movements, emitting unbearable moans.

　　The ambiguous breath lingered between the two for only a few seconds, the man took off the gloves that were soaked and shiny with lustful fluids, handed them to Cynthia's mouth.

　　"Lick it clean."

　　Cynthia instinctively opened her mouth, and he didn't wait for her to take the initiative. He directly pressed the glove against the girl's lips and tongue, rubbed it casually a few times, and threw it on the armrest of the sofa.

　　The taste of lustful liquid filled her mouth again.

　　Cynthia's gaze followed the man's finger.

　　In the next moment, he held the spoon handle and suddenly slapped it on Cynthia's right breast without warning.

　　"Ah-"

　　"Don't just keep shouting, count the numbers."

　　Cynthia's eyes were blurred, her nipples on both sides were all erect, flushed, and her upper body could hardly stand up straight.

　　"......One."

　　Then, the next hitting landed in the same position, the pain intensified. Cynthia tightly closed her eyes, the surging heat and desire in her body made her frown unbearably.

　　She must not release pheromones.

　　She must endure.

　　"Two..."

　　A faint sound came from the girl's mouth.

　　"Are you allowed to close your eyes?"

　　With the man's accusing words, for the third time, the back of the spoon hit the side of the right nipple, torturing the poor nipple at a different angle. The nipple was even more swollen and red than before.

　　Zachary remained unmoved, quietly waiting for the panting girl to count.

　　"Three... Sir."

　　The fourth and fifth hitting was continuous and loud.

　　"Four... Five..."

　　Cynthia couldn't help but raise her head, almost unable to control her pheromones. She craved for the maile werewolf to use his broad hands to massage her breasts and caress her delicate nipples.

　　The entrance of the pussy was opening and closing, reflecting the water's light, waiting to be completely filled by something.

　　But she didn't want to give in just like that.

　　Cynthia bit her lower lip.

　　But such a desperate resistance only served as a stimulating interlude in the man's eyes.

　　Instead of immediately hitting Cynthia's breast with the back of the spoon, he used the handle end and scraped, teased, and poked her swollen right nipple back and forth.

　　Cynthia suddenly cried out, her body twisting involuntarily.

　　"Mmm..."

　　If just now was only the taste of pain, then this kind of play was undoubtedly further arousing the desire.

　　"Can't stand it anymore?"

　　Zachary's hands kept moving, still tormenting the small nipples, occasionally using the side of the spoon handle to press against the areola and swipe forcefully, causing Cynthia to tremble continuously.

　　He appreciated the young girl's twisting of her fair waist back and forth under his movements.

　　The joy of being in control was fascinating.

　　He knew the girl couldn't hold on much longer.

　　He spoke at the right time: "If you can't stand it, you can give up, and I might consider fucking you a little lighter later."

　　Cynthia didn't know why he could speak such obscene words in a negotiating tone.

　　She clenched her wet palms and shook her head.

　　Zachary's eyes were deep and serious: "Is that so? You will be suffering."

　　He leaned down slightly, putting the spoon between the young girl's labia, stirring it a couple of times, letting the intermittent dripping of the liquid wet the entire spoon. When he pulled it out, he maliciously rubbed the protruding clitoris twice.

　　"Ah, not... there."

　　Cynthia struggled to control her voice and wanted to avoid his actions.

　　If it was just a pinch on the nipple, maybe Cynthia could bear it. But the man's teasing like this made the pheromones that were about to gush out almost spread to the surface of the skin.

　　"Here?"

　　Zachary was not in a hurry. He wanted to watch this little thing that had broken into his room struggle a bit more.

　　The spoon continuously teased the clitoris.

　　"Uh..."

　　Cynthia's moans of "um um" could no longer be held back, as her continuous delicate groans followed the man's movements, rising and falling. She seemed to have become a plaything in the man's hands, like a musical instrument.

　　When the girl was close to the edge of climax, Zachary suddenly pulled out her hand and accurately and forcefully hit the girl's left nipple with the spoon.

　　"Ah--"

　　She reached her orgasm and squrted.

　　In an instant, the girl sprayed several transparent liquids from her pussy, her knees spread apart and unable to close, her body trembling as she collapsed on the sofa chair.

　　Her fingers spread open, her eyes blankly looking up, as if submitting to the giver of pleasure.

　　The sugar-sweet pheromones filled the entire room the moment Cynthia reached her climax.

　　The man's expression remained cold, as if Cynthia's mission failure was expected.

　　"What a pity."

　　He casually threw the spoon aside, heralding the girl's upcoming situation.

　　"Put your hands on both sides of your body, spread your legs on both sides of the sofa, hold the underside of your buttocks with your hands, spread your labia, and face your vagina towards me."

　　"I want to fuck you."

　　[Please follow Mr. Churchill's orders.]

　　[Please follow Mr. Churchill's orders.]

　　[Please follow Mr. Churchill's orders.]

　　Only after the copper mirror repeated the same words three times did Cynthia, who had just recovered from the orgasm, finally react.

　　Cynthia's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her delicate hands hugged her legs tightly.

　　"Break it open."

　　The tips of two feet slowly crossed over the armrest of the red sofa, and just this movement alone exposed Cynthia's entire private area to the male werewolf's view.