Of course, Rose didn’t dislike that rough Maverick. No, she even looked forward to seeing that side of him again. Because he was usually such an ascetic and rational man, it made her desire him even more.

It seemed as though he desired and wanted her so desperately.

But now Maverick was different somehow. From when he tied her up earlier, there was an inexplicable composure and leisure in his actions, and everything was slow. Slow and unhurried.

She could feel herself getting impatient in real-time. It felt like only Rose was excited, only Rose was becoming a beast chasing pleasure.

“Hurry…”

“Yes. Hurry.”

“Put it in… quickly.”

“Well, what should I do?”

Look at this. Just one time, they had spent just one passionate night together. Where was this composure coming from? Though Rose felt somewhat embarrassed at being the only one panting like she’d run a marathon, her desire outweighed the embarrassment.

“At least, hng, untie my hands!”

“……”

When Rose couldn’t hold back and shouted, Maverick laughed, his throat vibrating. At that gently falling laughter, Rose momentarily forgot her excitement and blinked. However, at the sound of a belt buckle opening, her hips instinctively straightened again.

His c*ck slowly burrowed into her p*ssy. Even though her body was already aroused countless times, the massive head felt tight. Still, Maverick didn’t hurry. After pulling out and trying again slowly several times, his c*ck finally filled her p*ssy completely.

Thump, at the sensation that seemed to knock against her womb, Rose’s body trembled.

“Ahk…”

“Who could imagine? Lady Clematis, tied up, impaled on a c*ck, unable to do anything.”

Maverick lifted Rose’s upper body while still inside her. After his hands moved calmly a few times, the rope binding her wrists came undone. Poor thing, how delicate her skin was… yet it was already marked with red lines. Because she had thrashed around in excitement, there were even some deep marks.

Maverick knew from experience that those deep marks would turn into blue bruises by tomorrow.

Why did he feel a strange pleasure at having injured her? Was he looking forward to her pain? No. That wasn’t it.

Maverick grabbed Rose’s wrists and kissed her deeply. Rose had an *rogenous zone in her wrists, making her p*ssy quiver deeply.

“Marks have been left.”

“Ha, ngh, mov– ah!”

“Good. I want to show everyone in the world.”

“Mav– ngh, rick, ahh! More, more!”

“That you’re a woman who likes being tied up and penetrated by a husband beneath your station.”

He wasn’t beneath her. Who could call him that? Rose had the power to silence everyone’s mouths. She wasn’t afraid to wield it for him. Even if it was the imperial family, she would make them shut their mouths, no, destroy their tongues.

Her body, consumed by mounting pleasure, couldn’t express these feelings in words. It was regrettable. The surge of emotions made tears fall even amidst the pleasure.

“My waist, it hurts, Maverick…”

When she had said anything was fine if it was him, she wanted to see Maverick’s happy face. Of course, it would have been fine if he hated or despised her too. She just didn’t want to see the heat drain from Maverick’s face.

Maverick looked down at Rose intently before lifting her into his arms. The clothes slid off Rose’s body. Because he hadn’t pulled out, Rose reached another short climax in the brief distance to the bed. It felt like she was having an *rgasm every minute, if she were to exaggerate.

“What shall we do, there’s no luxurious bed here worthy of satisfying your waist.”

“Ahh, ah! More, harder! Ah! Ngh!”

“While you resent me for laying you in such a humble place…”

While Rose was completely n*ked, Maverick had only taken out his c*ck without removing anything else.

“Don’t ever come to this place again.”

Instead of feeling the humbleness he spoke of in this room, she felt humbled by this difference. But she didn’t show it.

“…No.”

Rose’s delicate hands gripped his solid arms. They were fragile hands that seemed like they could be shaken off with a light tap.

“I’ll sleep at the mansion… That’s your home.”

“……”

Rose’s tear-filled eyes shone brilliantly as she stared directly at Maverick. As if she would devour every single detail of him, even if it meant being humbled.

You are my husband, and this is an unchangeable fact.

“I’ll keep coming, again and again, if you’re not there.”

“…Do you want to face even greater humiliation than today?”

He seemed to think he had given her the ultimate humiliation, but…

“Go ahead. What will you do? I think I’d like it if you did even worse things. This is all new to me too.”

Thanks to his slow insertion and movements, Rose could find moments to speak and think rationally. These movements were so different from their first bestial intercourse. Could this perhaps be his way of being considerate?

If so, she’d prefer him to embrace her roughly like the first time, rather than such consideration.

“Do it harder. You’re good at that.”

“……”

Rose smiled seductively while lying down. She wanted to unbutton his clothes but sadly had no strength. However, moving her tongue was quite easy.

“You were my first to do it roughly.”

At those fluttering whispered words, her hands were suddenly grabbed.

“I’d like you to give me other firsts too.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than his c*ck thrust up into her fiercely. Rose let out a satisfied moan at the intensity. The moans soon became cries, screams mixed with pleasure.

“Ah, ahh! Ahh, ah, har–, too, ah!”

“Kuh, isn’t this– what you– wanted?”

When Rose’s sharp screams threatened to escape, Maverick covered her mouth with his hand.

Mmph, mmph. The broken moans continued endlessly.

Slap! Slap! Smack!

The sound of flesh striking flesh rang out particularly loudly. Rose felt her body being pickled in dizzying pleasure, like falling from a cliff. Ah, it wouldn’t be bad to die like this.

Slap! Though his c*ck thrust up powerfully, sometimes it would press down deeply and move slowly as if regaining reason. At those times, Rose would whimper and grab the hand covering her mouth in frustration.

In her daze, Rose failed to notice the man’s eyes burning with the desire to conquer.

Finally, as Rose’s pleasure began to climb toward another peak, Maverick’s c*ck entered completely for the first time. Only after it entered did she realize — it was the first time he had fully entered her in this room.

Rose thrashed wildly as his gl*ns invaded and opened her cervix. Maverick’s hands held her and wouldn’t let go. Soon they both moaned as warmth gushed out.

“Ungh…, hic. Ah, ahh…”

While Rose was still disoriented from the aftershocks, Maverick slowly pulled out his c*ck. Is it over now? Just as she looked at Maverick with an exhausted face, his c*ck plunged back in deeply.

Didn’t it just die…? When did it come back to life?! As she was about to be shocked with her tired face, a cave-like low voice, slightly hoarse now, penetrated her ears.

“You’ll regret coming to this tavern.”

It sounded like both a warning and the cry of a frightened beast. With her weakened arms, Rose brought his hand to her lips and kissed his nails. How wonderful would it be if she could show him how she loved even his fingertips.

“What if I like it anyway?”

Rose saw his languid smile for the first time.

The man’s face was so full of satisfaction that she couldn’t take her eyes off it.

“You started this.”

* * *

People naturally tend to want to do things more when told not to.

Although Rose received his warning not to come back to this tavern after having her body thoroughly used that day, she persistently visited, ignoring that warning.

Each time, the places where they made love varied — sometimes it was that small office like the first time, sometimes a strange wine cellar, and sometimes an old warehouse. Of course, it was mostly the office.

For a while, Maverick seemed determined to force humiliating acts upon her. The problem was that while Maverick thought them humiliating, Rose found them neither difficult nor challenging.

Rose cried happily even when blindfolded with her hands tied to the ceiling, and she rather enjoyed standing positions with her mouth covered to prevent sound because there were supposedly people in the next room of the old warehouse. Of course, she only learned there had actually been no one there after crying thoroughly from pleasure.

“When will you listen?”

When Maverick would say this like a sigh, it actually made her happy. Though still cold, she could feel a faint warmth in his voice that seemed troubled.

Moreover, Maverick’s penetration grew gentler with each passing day. Was she strange for feeling tenderness in that? But she felt it. A tenderness as faint but definite as spring breezes at winter’s end.

“Hic, I come because I like you…”

She was honest. Since Maverick wouldn’t believe her anyway, she might as well be honest about her feelings.