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She should be begging him to give her a baby, or not to take his hands off her.
But all that was going through her mind was the five minutes he'd set, and all she cared about at the moment was whether or not he reacted.
Her other hand went to his crotch, where the soft thing lay quiet and dormant, not reacting in the slightest.
Liora's heart fluttered, and not caring anymore, she grabbed Dashiell's right hand and pressed it against her breasts. As she repositioned herself in the palm of his left hand, unprecedented nervousness and panic made her movements unruly. She shrugged twice and then stopped, grabbing his fingers and standing them up. Slowly, her thin, narrow p***y pressed against one of his fingers.
Her v****a was hot, wet, and tight. With only one finger inside, she frowned with difficulty.
Their bodies were close together, and their lines of sight inevitably collided. She looked into his eyes without hiding. She wanted to say, "Please have s*x with me once," but she couldn't get the words out. Seeing that time was running out, she urgently called out to him again, "Brother..."
She was naked, her skin white. Her white mass of breasts was still in his hands. As Dashiell's sister-in-law, she shamelessly rode on his lap with one of his fingers inside her. In this context, she was calling out to him as her brother.
Oddly enough, Dashiell was reacting at that moment. He even raised his eyebrows a few times imperceptibly.
The crotch encased in his suit trousers bulged and swelled with unstoppable speed. Liora felt the searing heat through it. She didn't reach out to probe, but it was obvious to the naked eye that Dashiell was aroused.
The crotch was stretched into a noticeable bulge.
"Now, can you promise me?" She didn't fidget, still with his finger inside her, and she looked straight at him when she asked, not blinking.
Dashiell didn't show any emotional changes on his face, even when aroused. His extreme three-dimensional skeletal profile gave him a strong sense of aggression. When he raised his eyes slightly, the oppressive feeling forced Liora to hold her breath.
"Yes, but I'll set the rules."
From the moment she made this choice, Liora had no room for manoeuvre. As long as Dashiell agreed, she was unconditionally willing to do whatever he asked. In her mind, Leander's life was more important than anything else.
She let out a shallow breath, allowing her previously tense nerves to relax a little before she spoke, "Go ahead."
"In bed, obey me in every way." Dashiell pulled his finger out of her, his fingertips stained with her wetness. He looked askance at the wetness, his eyelids flicking up, his tone carrying an imperious commanding tone, "Anytime, anywhere, on call, until you get pregnant and then you can end the rules."
Liora's purpose was to get pregnant, and she nodded without objection, "Good."
"Now." Dashiell smeared the wetness from his fingertips over her waist. His cold dark eyes looked askance at her, his voice low, "Lick it."
At this moment, Liora realized what he meant by "bed obedience."
She looked down at Dashiell's bulging crotch and reached out to unbuckle his belt. Dashiell's body was well-practised from years of indoor fitness. Her fingers inadvertently touched his belly; it felt firm. The moment she pulled down his trousers, it revealed a small slice of tight musculature.
Plain black briefs encased a rather spectacularly shaped erection in the center.
Liora's fingers rested on the edge of the briefs, gently pulling them down. His pubic hair was cleanly shaved, his genitals completely exposed. She looked up with some surprise, just in time to meet Dashiell's eyes. His expression was still indifferent, his pupils dark as a pool.
With a sexually cold face, but this thing underneath...
It was extremely hot.
Before this, Liora had only seen Leander's p***s, with its pink glans and considerable size. She didn't have much of a reference to compare it to. However, the one in front of her made a stronger impression. The moment it burst out of Dashiell's underwear, only one word flashed through Liora's mind: shocking.
She gestured vaguely with her hand, knowing deep down that she couldn't even bring herself to touch it.
Sitting on her knees between Dashiell's legs, she reached down and circled his p***s as if it were red-hot iron. Her palms tingled from the heat; the shaft was too thick for her to circle with one hand. She tentatively licked it.
She continued to hypnotize herself, telling herself it was Leander's p***s. She was telling herself she was with Leander.
Her licking movements became familiar. From the glans to the base, she licked meticulously. The tip of her tongue swept over every inch of him. Pre-ejaculatory fluid seeped from the tip, and she hesitated before taking the glans into her mouth, swallowing it inch by inch.
That's when the intercom rang. A second later, Finlo, the special assistant, said, "Boss, there's a video call from Vilin. Should I take it?"
"Answer it."
The red light of the projector flashed twice, and a young blonde man appeared on the wall across from the desk. He greeted Dashiell in Spanish.
Liora couldn't believe Dashiell was actually taking a video call at a time like this. She looked up in shock as Dashiell, still in his suit, leaned back in his office chair and spoke back in fluent Spanish.
His voice was deep and authentic, though she didn't understand much of what was being said.
Noticing she had stopped, he gave her a brief glance. It was subtle, but Liora understood his message.
He wanted her to continue.
Liora hesitated but then resumed, his low, textured voice with Spanish intonation making his words unexpectedly enticing. Liora couldn't help but glance up, wishing he'd end the call soon.
But Dashiell continued.
The video call persisted, his facial expression unchanged as he spoke without interruption. From Liora's angle, she could see the knot in his throat moving as he talked.
She saw traces of Leander in him, and Liora closed her eyes, imagining Leander in front of her, becoming more fervent in her actions.
She was incredibly aroused, her arousal evident as she became increasingly wet. The air was thick with a sweet, musky scent.
Her cheeks began to ache from the pressure. As she tried to pull back, her head was held firmly in place by Dashiell's large hand. He pressed the intercom button with his right hand and commanded, "Finlo, ensure the room remains vacant for an hour and don't let anyone in."
"Yes."
Liora was pinned and struggled. The object in her throat pressed so hard against her that she could barely breathe. She gripped the arms of her office chair, unable to speak before Dashiell grabbed her long hair, forcing her head onto the desk. He then stood, one hand on the desk for support, holding her head in place, pushing further.
"Oooo..." Liora was in pain.
It felt as though her throat was being pierced.
The back of her head repeatedly struck the desk.
When released, she sat on her knees, coughing and struggling to catch her breath.
Dashiell undid his tie, pulled her up, tied her wrists with the tie, and then positioned her on her back in front of the desk. He pressed her hands above her head onto the desk.
Still coughing, she was pulled up by the waist as Dashiell positioned himself behind her and entered her forcefully.
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