The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 120

Sheila, her arms still bound behind her back, opened her mouth wide and accepted Cedric.

Even as he thrust deeply from the start, she endured better than before.

“If it becomes too hard to endure, raise your pinky finger. Just like the safeword, I’ll stop everything.”

Cedric designated a stop signal she could use in a situation where she couldn’t speak.

As he pistoned into her mouth, he kept his eyes on her fingers bound behind her back. But Sheila stubbornly clenched her fists and endured.

At the sight of her like that, Cedric’s cock swelled even more.

Sheila was usually obedient, but sometimes her stubbornness and defiance stirred him further, even in his already aroused state.

Not all dominants were the same in that regard.

Some wanted perfectly obedient submissives, while others felt greater satisfaction and a stronger desire to dominate when faced with someone like Sheila, who occasionally showed flashes of resistance.

Cedric was naturally the latter.

He pressed her face firmly into his groin.

Even the whipped cream that smeared from her lips onto his pubic hair heightened his excitement.

“Kh!”

A thick stream of semen burst from the tip of his cock.

Sheila, who had taken him deep into her throat, swallowed it down greedily.

After thrusting his hips two more times, Cedric slowly withdrew. Sheila bent forward as if collapsing and coughed.

“Cough! Cough!”

Thick saliva dripped from Sheila’s mouth.

“Seeing you drool like that, it must have tasted good.”

Still kneeling, Sheila nodded.

“But you shouldn’t dirty your master.”

Once her coughing subsided, Sheila looked at his cock.

At the end, when her face had been pressed into his groin, the whipped cream on her lips had smeared onto his pubic hair.

Sheila crawled forward on her knees and stuck out her red tongue toward his groin.

Then she carefully licked away the whipped cream clinging to his pubic hair.

Satisfied by her actions, Cedric pushed her face away once enough had been cleaned, then tucked his still erect penis back into his trousers and fastened his belt.

Now fully dressed again, Cedric began untying the ropes wrapped around Sheila’s naked body.

Finally, he tugged lightly on the collar still around her neck.

“Go to the bed.”

Sheila lowered herself and moved toward the bed on all fours like a dog.

Cedric watched her with a sharp gaze as she obediently followed his command, despite it being her first time doing such a thing.

He’d called her a bitch many times before, but this was the first time he was truly training her like an animal.

Her obedient attitude reminded him of the time she’d first desired him.

“Tell me whose you are.”

“M-master… hngh, Master’s…. Sheila belongs to Master. Ngh!”

Her sweet voice, declaring with her own lips whose possession she was.

When they reached the bed, Cedric stroked her head and removed the collar.

When he extended his hand, Sheila hesitated briefly, then took it.

Cedric helped her up and laid her down on the bed. Then he began removing his own clothes.

His gaze fell on the rope marks left above and below her breasts and the redness on her knees from crawling.

As if unable to endure any longer, he climbed on top of her.

“I’m putting it in.”

“Ah!”

As the insertion began at the same moment as his warning, a moan escaped Sheila’s lips.

Inside her felt hotter and tighter than her mouth.

Even knowing Sheila wasn’t in good condition today, Cedric wanted all of her, and in the end, he took it.

After fully entering her, Cedric looked directly into Sheila’s blue eyes and asked, “Say it. Whose are you?”

Cedric wanted to hear it again. He wanted to hear her declare with her own lips that he was her master.

Sheila, pierced open by him, answered with tears welling in her eyes.

“…I’m, ngh… Master’s.”

Even setting aside the fact that he’d just entered her, it was a hesitant, ambiguous answer.

Sheila looked straight into his eyes, desperately hoping her lie wouldn’t be exposed by his sharp perception.

“Lie.”

It was exposed immediately.

“Really…!”

Sheila, who had been about to strongly deny Cedric’s words, lowered her voice and continued.

“…I am.”

Now she truly needed to stay alert.

Cedric had no idea whom she met that morning or what she heard.

Before he sensed anything from her, Sheila had to find out what he’d done first.

Sheila desperately tightened around him below and tried to make the same expression she once wore when she longed for his kiss.

Since they were physically joined, making a suggestive expression wasn’t particularly difficult.

“Haa….”

Because their bodies were joined as one, he reacted sensitively to Sheila’s provocation.

Cedric’s lips slowly descended.

Even though she had provoked him on purpose, Sheila unconsciously swallowed.

And just before their lips met, Cedric grabbed her chin and turned it to the side.

As a result, his lips touched not her mouth, but her ear.

“It shouldn’t be a lie. As you said, I am your master.”

Cedric’s low voice, filled with his breath, burrowed into Sheila’s ear.

A shiver ran up her spine to the top of her head.

The next moment, before Sheila could react, rough thrusting began.

Like a starving beast, his movements seemed intent on devouring both her body and her mind.

***

“I want to go back to my room and rest.”

“Go ahead.”

Cedric gave his brief permission.

The absence of the words ‘go to your room and wait’ meant the massage was apparently skipped.

It didn’t matter.

“It shouldn’t be a lie. As you said, I am your master.”

From what he said earlier in the punishment room, Sheila became certain he’d bought her from Fred.

He clearly needed a woman he could use freely for his perverted whims, even after marriage. Thinking she could escape this place in three months—no, once she paid off Judith’s mistakes from the final exam—had been nothing more than Sheila’s illusion.

Perhaps he’d never intended to let her go from the beginning.

She should have realized it when Judith had to take an exam of 300 questions at the end of the three months….

The meticulously written contract had already shown signs many times. But she had been so focused on earning money and worrying about Fred that she failed to notice the true crisis closing in on her.

‘No… maybe this is for the best. The Young Count is a little, no, very perverted, but he isn’t a bad person. And he’s young, handsome, knowledgeable, and…’

He would marry soon, and he would become the Count in the future.

“Mistress? You think I’d do something like that?”

Even in Sheila’s eyes, Cedric didn’t seem like someone who would keep a mistress. Unless he bought and locked away a woman like her, someone who was nothing.

Sheila’s attempt to force herself into optimism for the first time in a while was quickly crushed.

When she imagined being trapped in the punishment room for the rest of her life, her vision went dark.

Should she confess that she knew he’d bought her from Fred and offer to repay the money?

Even while sending nearly all her wages to her brother, she’d managed to save 200 solids over several years. Perhaps saving 1,000 solids might also be possible.

By simple calculation, she only needed to save 10 solids a month for 100 months.

Since there were twelve months in a year, 100 months would be eight or nine years….

‘So it wouldn’t even take ten years!’

Trying to treat nearly ten years as if it were nothing, Sheila collapsed face down onto the bed.

“I can’t do this anymore….”

Tears streamed down and blurred Sheila’s vision.

Sheila had already devoted all her strength to saving those 200 solids.

She’d thought it was finally over, that she had achieved her goal and gained her freedom.

Her brief joy at shortening her five-year goal to three years was fleeting. Sheila had fallen back to the beginning, no, into an even deeper pit than before.

Crying face down on the bed, Sheila suddenly realized that her side jobs being cut off had not been a coincidence. He’d known everything and intervened.

‘Then… Uncle Sam’s situation too…?’

Daisy came to Sheila’s mind. The black mare Sam had recently bought after deciding he would no longer dilute milk with water.

Realizing Cedric had intervened behind the scenes, everything finally connected.

‘How far did he spread his money?’

He’d carefully arranged things in many directions.

And it seemed extremely unlikely that he would accept Sheila’s intention to repay 1,000 solids with a maid’s wages and reclaim her freedom.

“Let’s run away, Sheila!”

Only now did she think that perhaps she should have listened to Jerry that morning without hesitation.

Because of her foolish lingering desire to trust him, everything had become more complicated.

Of course, he hadn’t yet revealed that he’d bought her or restrained her, so she could still create an opportunity to escape.

And perhaps fate had not abandoned her entirely, because a chance to correct her mistake came sooner than expected.