The Pregnant Maid Runs Away - Chapter 7: Confinement, Jewels, and Dresses (Part 1)
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Chapter 7: Confinement, Jewels, and Dresses (Part 1)
Bieren gently stirred Lizbeth, who was still asleep even on busy mornings. As soon as he opened his eyes, he habitually checked if the maid was sleeping next to him. Lizbeth was asleep, without even wearing a single thread of clothes. He felt satisfied upon seeing her like that and reached out, tracing her lips and caressing her smooth skin between her legs, as if it was only natural.
“Mmm…”
Lizbeth, exhausted from crying under the man all night, moaned as she twisted her body in her sleep. Bieren didn’t stop his playful teasing until her insides were mushy and loose. He spat on the unwet v*gina between her legs, trying to moisten it, and continued to torment her insides until they dripped with fl*id.
“You were sensitive from the first time I touched you.”
Bieren murmured as he aimed his p*nis into her loosened insides. The body that felt so sensitive, even for the first time, felt like it already knew him. He should have realized then. He should have realized that Lizbeth had opened her tight c*nt to receive all sorts of men out of kindness and innocence. Every time he held Lizbeth, he imagined that some stranger had taken her and so he had to soothe his throbbing head.
Since childhood, Bieren had been kneeling outside his father’s bedroom, forgotten. His father despised him deeply. The reason was that his mother had met so many men; Bieren’s paternity was uncertain. Yet, Bieren’s father couldn’t hate or punish his mother, so he punished the young Bieren instead. Bieren had to atone for the sin of his mere existence. The boy could neither eat nor drink until his mother, who had left the manor with a man, returned.
It was for this reason that Bieren had become obsessed with the maids’ chastity. Even if Lizbeth, with her kindness, ended up harboring another man’s seed, he couldn’t punish her. If she tried to kneel down, she would damage her thin legs. Though the maid was confined to his bedroom, like his father, who suspected him as an impure seed, Bieren couldn’t quell his restless anxiety. Even the sight of Lizbeth moaning as he thrust his p*nis into her, unable to break free, was unsettling.
“Ugh…”
There was no way other men would leave a maid who moaned and squirmed so sweetly when he slipped his p*nis into her while she slept. That’s why, the more he desired Lizbeth, the more empty he felt, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. The thought that the impertinent maid could be trodden by someone other than him made him feel powerless. No matter how hard he tried, he felt like he could never be the only one for her.
He gave her a warm and soft bed to sleep in and ensured she could eat her fill without working.
However, he stripped her of clothes and confined her so she couldn’t even step out of the bedroom, unsure of when or where she might look and return. The maid, who couldn’t go anywhere, waited for him in his bedroom all day long. That sight was truly adorable.
However, the more Bieren desired Lizbeth, the more her lively eyes seemed to die out. It was as if her affection for him inside her was fading away. That look was driving him deeper and deeper into despair every day. The only thing that remained unchanged was Lizbeth’s legs tightening when he inserted his penis. Bieren pressed against her inner thighs, stretching the tightly clenching insides, and whispered.
“Spread your legs wider.”
“Hmm….”
“When it’s soaking wet like this. It seems there’s no need for extra lubrication.”
Bieren muttered excitedly, every time he thrust his hips, the fl*id turning into froth. He felt disgusted whenever he heard the vulgar language men poured out at social gatherings. He ensured they didn’t dare to use such words in his presence but he spoke vulgarly when he saw Lizbeth, as if he’d forgotten his status and dignity. He behaved like a boorish gambler trying to find flattering words for a pretty woman.
“Ugh, huh… Mmm!”
As Bieren swiftly withdrew and thrust his penis, Lizbeth opened her eyes.
She still looked half-asleep, as if she hadn’t fully awakened. Habitually, she murmured “master” as if seeking Bieren. Bieren spoke as he guided Lizbeth’s knees, spread wide like a frog’s, into position.
“Grab your legs now that you’re awake.”
Bieren found Lizbeth’s state of being half-awake quite charming. Unaware of what was happening, she did as she was told, grabbing her legs and spreading them apart. Finally, it seemed she was tamed by his touch. But as he forcefully thrust his hips, Lizbeth immediately released her knees.
“Ah!”
“Every time it hurts, you tighten, squeezing around my c*ck, huh…”
Bieren’s voice was excited as he panted heavily and pushed his hips vigorously. He loved it when he drove between the awake maid’s legs, and though her eyelids lifted only to stare at him with resentment and tears in her eyes, her insides clenched tightly around his c*ck. As if she couldn’t hide being tamed by him.
“Master, please, ah!”
Lizbeth whimpered, opening the lips that had been moaning all night. Her legs were draped over the man’s shoulders as she was being penetrated. The rocking bed shook her vision even more dizzily. It was only yesterday that she had passed out after a night of torment. As if he’d forgotten about yesterday, Bieren woke Lizbeth up this morning with a violent burst of pl*asure before she could even regain her senses.
“Ha, ha, ah, ugh!”
When Bieren pressed on Lizbeth’s waist, pressing against her swollen cl*toris, her body trembled wildly and she cried out. He did not remove his hand from between the maid’s legs, despite her bold protests. He knew that the more he touched her, the tighter her lower abdomen would squeeze in anticipation of reaching cl*max. He vigorously rubbed her cl*toris until her juices were dripping.
“I taught you, didn’t I? I told you to squeeze your c*nt to hold the s*men, didn’t I?”
“Master, inside, please, ah, inside, ah!”
“You have to beg for me to pour out the s*men. Hurry.”
As Bieren tightened his c*ck inside her, the maid’s body vibrated, feeling the approaching limit as her lower abdomen vibrated. With rough breaths, he forcefully thrust his waist as if urging her on. Lizbeth trembled all over, her lips quivering. Unable to withstand the sensation, she emitted lascivious pleas akin to those of a beast.
“Inside, ah, please, ah!”
“Ah, yes…”
Bieren quickly ej*culated a long stream of c*m inside the maid. He found satisfaction in the maid’s natural plea for release. It was beautiful to watch her clench and bite down on the cock deep inside of her, squeezing out streams of c*m. Lizbeth let out a trembling moan under the overwhelming sensation. It seemed as if she had become lost in her mind, confined to the bedroom for days, receiving only pouring pl*asure. In fact, she couldn’t tell how many days she’d spent in his bedroom.
“Hmph, mmmph, mmmph….”
Even after he’d already ej*culated once, Bieren wiggled his hips as if to push the c*m from between his maid’s legs, then pulled back. He wiped his cock on the inside of Lizbeth’s thighs, smearing it with cum. Lizbeth gasped at the sight of the lewdness, then bit her lip as she felt the cum trickle down her leg.
“Ugh….”
“Can’t you keep your legs straight?”
Bieren scolded Lizbeth and made her spread her legs. He always had a nasty habit of c*mming inside her and then having her spread her legs to see the cum leak out. The sight of white mucous blobs oozing from her reddened v*gina, heated from friction, was vividly satisfying.
“Hah, master, I want to work, too.”
Lizbeth opened her mouth to speak as he stared at the lewd sight. She had been locked in Bieren’s bedroom since the funeral.
As if taking her to the Duke’s funeral had been nothing more than a final whim.
She wasn’t allowed to leave the bedroom. She had spent the day with nothing but a blanket over her scantily clad body, waiting for him. Naturally, she couldn’t even participate in his coronation as the duke. All she could do was greet the man who showed up in full regalia, dressed as a duke. Lizbet felt like something inside her was breaking.
“Aren’t you doing your job right now?”
Bieren looked down between Lizbeth’s legs and spoke. He never got tired of watching her p*ssy clench and spit out cum with each shudder. It was indeed his. Every time he saw the traces he left inside the maid who might betray him and run away, he felt a promiscuous sense of satisfaction. Lizbeth turned to Bieren, who would not meet her eyes and spoke again.
“I want to wear my maid’s dress again.”
Bieren’s face stiffened with anger. It seemed like he was watching the maid struggling to escape from the cage he had prepared. He had given her good food and a warm bed, but the face that used to look at him with affection was now fading away. She even dared to mention wanting to wear that old maid’s dress again. He wanted to scold her and ask if she would go to another man and smile like that. But he didn’t. It had been a long time since he realized he couldn’t get the answers he wanted by scolding and getting angry at the maid.
“Well, wearing clothes must feel good if it were to be taken off.”
Bieren said as if to insult Lizbeth’s desire to work. He had no intention of giving her what she wanted.