Chapter 4: A Maid To Be Tamed (Part 2)

Bieren asked as he lifted Lizbeth’s calves. Her skirt, which she had tried so hard to pull down to cover her legs, was lifted, revealing her wet p*ssy. However, her mind was distracted by his words about being just the master’s possession. Meanwhile, Bieren gathered Lizbeth’s thighs and forcefully inserted his er*ect c*ck between them.

“If I put my c*ck in there, it’ll fill this far. It’s tight, and it’s small.”

Lizbeth shuddered at the sight of the p*nis, which was now well past her navel. Bieren sucked in a breath as he watched Lizbeth pull her thighs together more forcefully. Soon enough, he plunged his throbbing m*mber between her thighs and violated the maid beneath him.

“Ah, oh, mm…”

Lizbeth rocked with every thrust of his hips as if she had a p*nis inside her. Unconsciously, she moved beneath him, her wet mound slapping against his pelvis with each vigorous thrust. In the midst of pl*asure, she clutched at the hem of her skirt, which had risen to her waist, and called out to him again as he thrust between her thighs.

“Ah, oh, master, please…”

“F*ck….”

Responding to Lizbeth’s pleading for more, Bieren eventually ej*culated. He crawled over and shot his load all over the flat belly of the maid who had come in to assist with his bath time. Taking a moment to admire her c*m-covered form, he grabbed the maid’s underwear and shook his p*nis to wipe off the remaining white stuff.

“Put it on.”

Lizbeth blushed at the sight of her c*m-stained underwear. She’d have to wear them, but she’d feel lecherous with the heat he’d given her all day. Bieren was no different. Whenever he spotted Lizbeth passing by the window of his study, he imagined her wearing her stained underwear under her skirt. All day, he couldn’t stop thinking about it, yearning to catch her, bury his face in her neck, and smell her scent.

It was said that after ej*culating, a man would face a moment of emptiness. However, Biernen couldn’t understand why the more he bit and sucked on Lizbeth’s flesh and skin, the more his thirst grew. Despite the cruel acts he subjected her to, the maid still radiated unwavering affection, circling around him without a word of refusal, even knowing what she might face.

Just feeling the warmth of her flesh against his was enough to make him feel good. That’s why, his ar*used lower body never subsided. Bieren found himself thirsting even more as he bit and sucked on Lizbeth’s flesh, unable to quench his desire. He began to instruct her to engage in even more depraved acts after satisfying himself with Lizbeth’s body.

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Lizbeth’s attendance at Bieren’s lascivious services became frequent. Whenever she went to assist his bath, he insisted on stripping her clothes off. He continued to fondle and suck on her br*asts so vigorously that her n*pples often swelled and turned red. Her n*pples had become so sensitive that even a slight touch would make them stiffen. Inside the bathroom, he came in with a bottle of wine and said,

“Put your br*asts together and squeeze them.”

Lizbeth hesitated, not knowing where to put her hands under his lewd command. Only when he urged her with impatience did she finally gather her ample br*asts and squeeze them together. Bieren poured the wine into her cleavage and then bent down to suck on Lizbeth’s n*pples. She whimpered as she shivered slightly. With each moan, the wine, overflowing on her swollen br*asts, trickled down her chest.

“You’re wasting precious wine.”

Although Lizbeth stiffened her body and squeezed her br*asts tighter, the wine continued to spill. Bieren licked her wine-soaked br*asts, lapping up the droplets that dangled from her n*pples. She twisted her body, letting out a feeble cry of pl*asure.

“Ah, hmm…”

The wine ran down her br*asts and between her legs. It rubbed against her n*pples and leaked between her legs, and it felt like it was getting her drunk. Otherwise, there was no way she could have stayed soaked and wet down there. Bieren buried his face in Lizbeth’s breastbone and licked up all the wine that had pooled between them. He then pulled Lizbeth’s neckline, intertwined his tongue with hers, and asked,

“How does it taste?”

“…Sweet.”

Lizbeth murmured as she looked up at him. 

It was sweet. The moment of intertwining with him was sweet. His gaze of desire for her body was sweet. Perhaps even this moment could be considered romantic. Lizbeth decided to remember the taste of their first kiss with the flavor of wine. Upon hearing Lizbeth’s words, Bieren brought forth his er*ect c*ck and pressed it between Lizbeth’s br*asts.

“Squeeze your br*asts together.”

He spoke as he thoroughly soaked his engorged c*ck in the sticky w*tness between her br*asts. When she complied by squeezing her br*asts together, he pushed his m*mber into the soft flesh. Despite her ample bosom, the gl*ns couldn’t penetrate fully and slid out, teasing Lizbeth’s cleavage as if it would pierce her neck. Lizbeth’s hands trembled as she squeezed her br*asts together.

“Hmph….”

She couldn’t take her eyes off the member thrusting between her br*asts. The swollen, throbbing c*ck seemed to be pounding her br*asts at random. With each thrust and withdrawal, it felt like she would lose grip of her br*asts held by her hands. Despite being soaked in wine, Lizbeth felt as if her flesh would peel off due to the friction. Lizbeth reluctantly opened her mouth, raising her head.

“Master, I… I can’t…”

“Close your eyes.”

Bieren commanded, his ej*culation rising the moment Lizbeth’s eyes locked with his, and he shot his load over her face as soon as she closed them. She winced, feeling the cum covering her face. Bieren ran his fingertips slowly through the sticky fl*id that clung to her eyelids, making a lascivious comment.

“Your face suits cum well. Stick out your tongue.”

Lizbeth closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue, feeling the hard flesh rubbing against it. She held her tongue out slowly, but when he gave her permission, her throat quivered. The acidic taste of the mucous trickled down her throat. Bieren, looking down at Lizbeth, who still had her eyes closed, asked with satisfaction,

“What does it taste like?”

“I don’t know, Master.”

Lizbeth, with her eyes closed, had no way of knowing. He looked down at her face, covered in his cum, and felt a sickening sense of satisfaction. He loved the sight of Lizbeth’s pure white face and red lips stained with his cum. Bern whispered lasciviously as he looked at Lizbeth,

“Then you’ll have to swallow it until you know the taste.”

Lizbeth swallowed the oddly flavored fl*id three more times that day. After swallowing a few times, she begged to stop, but Bieren chuckled and filled her mouth with cum again. He looked down at her as she gulped down the cum he had excreted into her mouth, her eyes still closed and urged her,

“You’ll have to swallow often, so you’d get used to it.”