Chapter 19

Meanwhile, Celiana, who had come to her senses, thought she was dreaming.  

She had visited the old woman today, met Erta and talked at length about her own tastes.  

She’d even received that necklace and imagined things about Robert. Looking back on her day, it would have been stranger not to have such an er*tic dream.  

Maybe it was because she’d experienced it once before? The dream was too vivid.  

Wearing a thick leather collar, with Robert pulling on it, acting so dominant—it was all too real.  

‘I love it.’  

Even if it was just a dream, she wanted to enjoy it. Celiana reached for Robert’s groin, starting to undo his trousers.  

“Master, please forgive me…”  

She decided to express everything she’d always wanted. Celiana willingly played the role of a slave.  

Robert’s brows furrowed as he watched. There was clear excitement in his gaze.  

Perhaps this was the answer. Since it was her dream, she’d shaped Robert as she desired, so getting the answer was easy.  

Celiana just had to follow her own desires. As she pulled down his underwear, his large, imposing member revealed itself.  

Clear fluid glistened at the tip, making it look sticky and sweet, like a candy melting in the heat.  

A candy stick so big, she couldn’t fit it all in her mouth.  

Just touching it with her tongue would let her taste that sweet essence.  

Slurp—  

Even before permission was given, Celiana licked the tip, and Robert let out a cold sneer.  

“How bold. Who said you could do that?”  

Robert immediately let go of the collar, knowing that was the greatest punishment for Celiana.  

“M-Master.”  

As expected, Celiana stopped and looked up at Robert with anxious eyes.  

A slave’s worth is proven by being bound to their master.  

If Robert let go of the collar, then she…  

While Celiana fidgeted, Robert picked up another item—a leather paddle. He struck Celiana’s thigh with a smack, making her shiver and moan.  

“I’m sorry, please forgive me.”  

Now, begging for permission, she looked truly pitiful.  

“A bold slave needs to be disciplined.”  

Robert muttered, drawing out his words, and Celiana begged again.  

“Master, please…”  

Celiana Dalton, begging to suck her master—her appearance aroused even more desire. Robert grabbed her hair and pulled her toward his groin.  

His glistening tip touched her trembling chin. Robert moved his hips, rubbing his shaft against her cheek.  

He thought he’d never forget the sight of his member rubbing against Celiana’s face.  

“What should I do? Tell me.”  

Robert seemed to hesitate, but inside, his patience was long gone.  

Still, he waited for Celiana’s answer.  

The wait paid off.  

“Master, please let me… taste you.”  

It felt like something snapped in the back of his head. Soon, Robert’s large member was pushed into Celiana’s mouth.  

“Mm!”  

Her mouth was too small to take all of it.  

With the tip pressed deep into her throat, Celiana couldn’t stand the pressure and let out a strained moan.  

“Ah, ngh…!”  

It was a pleasing sound. This was exactly what Robert wanted.  

“Suck. Now.”  

Robert moved his hips, commanding her. Tears welled up in Celiana’s eyes as she looked up at him and began to move her tongue.  

The sight was so arousing, his member grew even harder.  

Slurp—slurp—  

Saliva glistened and made obscene sounds as it met flesh.  

Pleasure ran from the tip of his member, through his abdomen and spine, all the way to the top of his head.  

Besides, men are said to be more excited by visual and situational stimulation than by physical contact.  

Looking down at Celiana, sucking as if his member were the tastiest food in the world, Robert gritted his teeth against the urge to climax.  

“Haa…”  

A low, heavy moan escaped him. Robert tossed aside the paddle and grabbed the collar again, pulling it tight.  

It was hard to suppress his pleasure, so he gripped her hair harder.  

Robert’s hips moved quickly. Now, he was thrusting more than she was sucking.  

“Mm, ngh!”  

Celiana’s delicate mouth struggled, her moans growing more desperate.  

“Ah…”  

With a guttural moan, Robert released, leaving his mark on Celiana’s face.  

“You look good.”  

There was deep satisfaction in his words, but it wasn’t enough. Robert’s member was still standing tall.  

He let go of the collar and her hair, then ordered Celiana—  

“Turn around, raise your hips.”  

“L-Like this?”  

Even with his release dripping from her face, Celiana obeyed.  

“Spread yourself.”  

He demanded she use her hands to open herself so he could see everything.  

“Yes… yes…”  

Trembling, Celiana did as he asked, revealing her glistening flesh.  

The sight was pleasing.  

He wanted to taste the honey hidden inside, but even as fluid dripped from his tip, Robert held back.  

He couldn’t just give her what she wanted without begging. A slave shouldn’t be spoiled.  

“Master, please… let me have you.”  

Celiana said what she thought she should, but Robert wanted something else.  

“Beg to be taken like a dog.”  

Celiana gasped. She loved it—being able to say that.  

“If you want to taste it down below too…”  

Each raw, provocative word made Celiana feel wetter between her legs.  

Her lower belly ached, longing to be filled again.  

“P-Please, take me like a dog, Master…”  

Excited by the situation she’d dreamed of, Celiana’s voice trembled. Robert saw it as her trembling with shame.  

Press—  

Robert bit his lip as he pushed his glistening tip into Celiana’s entrance, now dripping with arousal.  

“Ngh.”  

“Aah!”  

He hadn’t even entered halfway, but Celiana clenched around him, overwhelmed.  

As he pushed his thick shaft into her narrow passage, the textured inner walls gripped him tightly. The ecstatic feeling of finding his rightful place took over his mind.  

Celiana’s rear, shaking as she moved her hips with him, was a beautiful sight. Her pale hips were enticing.  

Smack—  

Instinctively, Robert raised his hand and struck her bottom. Her plump flesh jiggled.  

“Aah!”  

At the impact, Celiana’s body tensed, gripping him even tighter.  

Smack—  

Enjoying the pressure on his member, Robert struck her again.  

“Nngh, M-Master…!”  

Celiana cried out, overwhelmed.  

With Robert’s large member filling her, his thick hand striking her, Celiana could think of nothing else.  

Her mind went blank. Each thrust sent flashes before her eyes.  

Squish—smack—  

The lewd sounds of their joining repeated.  

Robert licked his lips. It was as if his member had taste buds—Celiana’s insides were so sweet.  

The more he pushed into her wet entrance, the more honey-like fluid she produced.  

He thought his member was like a club scraping out honey.  

And just below the red marks from the collar, he saw her pale nape.  

He wondered what it would taste like, wanting to bite and leave his mark, claiming Celiana as his own.  

His hesitation was brief, his action swift.  

Robert bent down and bit her white skin.  

“Aah!”  

Pressed closer, the pressure inside Celiana grew.  

Feeling the sharp pain at her nape, Celiana couldn’t resist any longer and was swept away by waves of pleasure.  

Her inner walls contracted around Robert’s member. Her mouth wouldn’t close. Even though she was breathing air, at this moment, she couldn’t catch her breath.  

Swallowing her moans, Celiana was lost in climax.  

Robert, filled with the softness of her flesh and the scent of her skin, closed his eyes tightly.  

Deep inside Celiana, he left his mark.  

***

Strong sunlight streamed into their bedroom, announcing the morning.  

Squinting at the light, Celiana slowly opened her eyes.  

“Mm…”  

She naturally recalled the memories of last night.  

‘I… with Robert last night…’  

Suddenly—  

Sitting up, Celiana felt around her body.  

Vivid voices echoed in her mind.  

“Beg to be taken like a dog.”  

“P-Please, take me like a dog, Master…”  

Hadn’t Robert put a collar on her and given her all sorts of commands?  

But when she turned to the side, Robert was already gone.  

As usual, he had gotten up first and was probably walking in the morning garden, or working early in his office.  

Realizing it was just a normal morning, Celiana came to her senses.  

‘Was it a dream?’  

But it was so vivid. He’d even bitten her nape hard. If so, there should be a mark…  

Celiana walked to the mirror at the end of the bedroom. But her neck was smooth.  

‘Nothing, not a thing.’  

No red mark at all.  

Finally, Celiana felt she was back in reality. Her eyes softened naturally.  

Yes, she’d known it was a dream.  

It was bittersweet, but it couldn’t be helped. Maybe the dream was so vivid because she’d experienced it before.  

Or perhaps, because she wanted it so desperately, that old woman had granted her wish once more in her dream.  

Yes, maybe so.  

No one else would understand, but Celiana somehow felt certain.  

‘She wasn’t just any old woman, for sure.’  

People say unexplained things happen sometimes. Some call it a miracle of the gods.  

Maybe what happened to her was one of those things.  

But who would believe such a story? They’d just say she was crazy.  

As her thoughts reached that point, she suddenly remembered Erta’s words.  

“Why not try going to Bondage Cathedral?”  

A cathedral. Not a bad option. After all, just letting out what’s inside can make you feel better.  

It would be a burden to always go to Erta to complain. So today, Celiana decided to try visiting Bondage Cathedral.