The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 57

Molly continued her explanation with her fingers spread, then seemed to feel it wasn’t enough and grabbed around the middle of her forearm to show more.

“Yeah, about this much?”

“I, I see….”

So, without meaning to, Sheila had ended up having her first experience with something truly big and hard.

And even after that, several more times…. Not only that, even right now, his big, hard penis was trying to push into Sheila’s body again.

“Ahk!”

Even with just the tip of his glans entering, she already felt stuffed full with an overwhelming foreign presence.

He usually eased in well enough using various toys, but today, that process didn’t happen at all.

To think she’d end up missing that step like this….

But contrary to her worries, entry happened more smoothly than she expected. It was thanks to how thoroughly wet she already was.

“Feels like your pussy’s already gotten loose. At this rate, will you even be able to get married?”

That didn’t mean, as Cedric said, that it had actually loosened down there.

‘If you’re that worried, then don’t do something like this in the first place.’

Sheila frowned deeply, struggling with the tight, filling sensation.

Even while feeling the elasticity of her inner walls clenching around him, he kept spouting nonsense.

“Such a vulgar pussy. You stick anything in and it clamps down like this.”

“Hhng!”

He shoved the thick cock all the way in and continued to humiliate Sheila.

“It takes it so well that one won’t be enough, huh? Next time, I should make you take my cock and a dildo together. What do you think?”

Sheila shook her head at the ridiculous words, yet her lower body only grew wetter. Just as Cedric said, it felt as if her insides were greedily squeezing around his thing, gulping it down.

Sheila lifted her head with difficulty and looked at herself being fucked, her face crumpling miserably.

Seeing that expression, Cedric recalled the sound of crying that had echoed through the maid’s room the night before.

It was on his way back after being summoned to his father, Count Bernard Calley’s room.

What Bernard said hadn’t been wrong in itself. It was the sort of conversation a father could reasonably have with his son ahead of a marriage arrangement. And yet, a private meeting with his father always dampened his mood. As Cedric headed back to his room like that, he noticed Sheila walking ahead of him.

Following her was impulsive, even for him.

If she asked why he was there, he planned to say he’d only come to check her condition.

With Alfonso’s return, the hastily arranged dinner might run late into the night.

If he laid her on the bed under the pretense of checking her condition and started a massage, leaving marks of his hands on her soft body, would that improve his mood?

However, before he could even open the door, what he heard was the maid’s strange breathing.

It didn’t even take a few minutes for that breathing to turn into sobbing.

Cedric had seen Sheila cry plenty of times before.

He’d beaten her until tears welled up, and he’d beaten her until she burst into loud sobs.

But why was she crying now?

He hadn’t hit her or made her cry, yet the maid was crying.

Cedric pondered the reason. The only thing that came to mind was that today was the day Alfonso returned.

‘Is that why she’s crying?’

His already sour mood plunged straight down. Cedric turned away coldly.

Whatever reason the maid had for crying was none of his concern. After all, what he wanted from the maid was only her body.

Yet when he saw her crying beyond his control, irritation surged up. Thinking it was because of another man made it even worse.

The first day he dragged Sheila into the punishment room, Sheila chose the latter without much hesitation between getting beaten and “that act.” So it was his own rash judgment that she couldn’t possibly have feelings for Alfonso enough to protect her chastity.

Human feelings aren’t that simple….

Cedric realized too late that even if she chose the punishment room over being beaten, her feelings for someone else could still be sincere.

He saw Sheila again at the banquet hall.

To anyone who didn’t know she’d cried, Sheila’s face would look as calm as usual. But Cedric couldn’t stop noticing the reddened corners of her eyes, made red because of some other bastard.

And the face that kept flushing from time to time with Alfonso sitting beside her.

As if trying to shake off how he’d felt then, Cedric began ramming his cock deep into Sheila again and again.

The woman he’d tied to the bed with his own hands looked beautiful to Cedric, like a magnificent work of art. And that sight turned Cedric on.

He felt a lofty awe and a low, filthy thrill at the same time.

It was a sight that perfectly satisfied both the refined aesthetic sense of someone born the eldest son of a count’s family and raised in luxury, and the perverted tastes born from twisted desire.

Though Cedric looked cold to others, he was a very aesthetic man.

His artistic eye was a quality he inherited from his grandfather, Solomon Calley, the former count.

Everyone in the family thought Cedric’s brilliant mind had captivated Solomon, but if Cedric hadn’t possessed an artistic eye, he wouldn’t have captivated Solomon’s heart to that extent.

“People with no artistic refinement are nothing but vulgar, don’t you think?”

“Yes, Grandfather.”

“Cedric, which painting here do you like the most?”

“That one.”

The painting eight-year-old Cedric chose without hesitation was a work that abstractly depicted the silhouettes of a man and a woman concealed behind a golden curtain.

The golden curtain was actually rendered with gold leaf. The painter’s father, known as a goldsmith, was said to have freely mastered gold-leaf techniques. A dazzling painting born from that background was certainly enough to captivate a child’s eye.

But the words that came out of Cedric’s mouth were far from that kind of reason.

“In this painting, I can feel the man’s sincere heart toward the woman. The man wants to have the woman.”

As Cedric said, the painting was in fact a sensual work expressing love between a man and a woman.

The love the artist couldn’t attain, the sorrow over a lover lost, anxiety and fear, and possessiveness….

Solomon looked at his grandson with admiring eyes, astonished that an eight-year-old could pierce through the essence contained in art.

And he spoke words he’d never once said even to Bernard, his own son, without hesitation.

“As expected, you’re my proud bloodline.”

Being acknowledged by the grandfather he respected was the highest praise even for Cedric.

Solomon took Cedric to historical buildings and royal galleries and passed on his own artistic refinement to him as it was.

If Cedric had to name one advantage of studying abroad that delighted him, it was that he could fully enjoy Lotas’s free brushwork and artistic spirit, so different from Beloica’s art history.

The countless artworks brought into Cedric’s room weren’t things he bought carelessly just because he had money. They were pieces Cedric chose one by one with affection.

Those things gave Cedric considerable satisfaction.

However, no artwork could compare to the living work of art moving right before his eyes now.

‘You’re mine, Sheila.’

Only in here, Cedric freely ravaged the maid’s body that belonged wholly to him and was his work of art.

So much so that he didn’t regret a single bit of effort he’d poured in until now.

Sheila, too, responded by clamping down hard around Cedric’s member.

Cedric let out a satisfied groan, “Kkh,” and spoke.

“Even while you’re tied up, your lower mouth is drooling. Does it taste good? Be honest and tell me.”

Cedric slapped her lower body hard, pressing her for an answer.

With her mouth blocked, Sheila stubbornly shook her head, saying no.

“Oh dear, another lie? You should be honest, like your lower mouth, Sheila.”

Watching the woman shake her head pitifully with it tilted back, Cedric’s member swelled even more.

“Mmph!”

Maybe Sheila felt the foreign fullness too, because even with her mouth blocked she couldn’t hold back a moan.

“Haa… to think my cock isn’t enough to satisfy you. Just what kind of incredible cocks have you been swallowing?”

Even though he clearly knew he’d taken her first, Cedric talked nonsense. He was mocking Sheila for keeping on shaking her head at his question about whether his tasted good.

Seeing the slender chin being swung between bound arms, Cedric drove his fucking harder.

“Kkh, you say no, but you’re taking it so well. It’s reaching the end. Can you feel it?”

She could feel it far too well, and that was the problem.

This time, Sheila shook her head, meaning please stop.

Not knowing that only turned him on more.

Cedric looked down at the maid shaking her head earnestly and kept moving his hips without rest.

“Kkh, what a shame. You said you couldn’t feel it.”

Even though he clearly understood what Sheila meant by shaking her head, Cedric pretended not to.

“I’ll have to pound you harder so my maid can feel it. If you feel nothing, the punishment has no meaning, right?”

Cedric drove his cock in again and again like he was swinging a club.

The long cock slid all the way in without strain. Cedric could feel with his own body that she was quite aroused.

Under the rough thrusting, Sheila could no longer shake her head. Instead, her head arched far back.

“Hhup, hht.”

As her muffled moan turned into a pitiful nasal sound, Cedric, too, felt the strong urge to spill.

While pulling his long cock all the way out, Sheila’s moan continued.

“Hhng.”

Cedric gripped his cock and shook it above her cute belly button.

Seed built up over two days burst out, puah- and sprayed. The semen, shot like a bow, splattered across Sheila’s belly and chest, and even up to her tipped-back chin.

Sheila’s body went limp after the act. Only her thin belly skin and round breasts rose and fell as she panted.

Leaving his traces as they were, Cedric stepped down from the bed.

Then he headed to the bed’s headboard where Sheila’s face was.

Sheila’s small face, with the ball gag in, looked unbearably pitiful.

Her innocent, exhausted face always provoked Cedric’s sadism and lust.

Cedric removed the ball gag from her mouth.

“Haa….”

Sheila let out a pained sound as her mouth was finally freed.

Cedric cradled her small head more comfortably and asked, “Say it. Whose are you?”