[BL] Oops! I Seduced My Sister's Fiance (And Now I'm Pregnant) Chapter 60: Obedience

I don’t even know when Bael lifts my turtleneck up, don’t register his hands moving until I feel his mouth close over my nipple, teeth sinking in with enough force to make gasp, actual pain mixing with the shock of sensation.

He bites down harder and I cry out, hands coming up to push at his shoulders but he doesn’t budge, just continues working my nipple with his teeth and tongue until it’s oversensitive and throbbing, until I’m squirming beneath him trying to escape the overwhelming stimulation.

Then he moves to the other one, giving it the sa treatnt, sucking hard before biting down, and my brain is still trying to catch up to what’s happening when I feel my pants being removed, the diamond beads at the waist scraping against my skin as Bael pulls them down with smooth efficiency that suggests he’s done this a thousand tis.

The heels go next, tossed sowhere across the room where I can’t see, and then I’m just in the turtleneck that’s pushed up to expose my chest, completely bare from the waist down with my legs spread and Bael kneeling between them looking at like I’m sothing he’s about to devour.

He reaches for his tie, loosening it from around his neck with quick, practiced movents that should probably worry more than they do.

"What are you—"

He grabs both my wrists and pulls them together above my head, wrapping the silk tie around them with ease, binding them tightly enough that when I try to pull free I can’t, the fabric holding firm no matter how much I struggle.

Then he flips over onto my stomach in one smooth motion.

I try to twist away, try to use my bound hands for leverage, but his hand cos down on my ass with a sharp crack that echoes through the room.

The pain spreads across my skin in radiating waves, hot and stinging, and I can’t stop the sound that tears from my throat.

"Behave," Bael says, voice low and commanding in a way that makes sothing in my stomach clench.

I open my mouth to protest, to tell him he can’t just do this, and he smacks again, this ti on the other cheek, and the sound that cos out of is sowhere between a scream and a moan, high and desperate and completely involuntary, my body arching into the pain despite my brain screaming at to do the opposite.

"You should have been more obedient if you didn’t want to be punished," he says, satisfaction clear in his voice, and his hand connects with my skin again, harder this ti, making my whole body jerk forward against the mattress.

I’m writhing now, can’t help it, the pain mixing with pleasure in a way that shouldn’t work but does, that makes my head spin and my vision blur at the edges with overwhelming sensation. My cock is already hard, straining and leaking against the sheets beneath , and I can feel my hole clenching reflexively, slick already dripping out in humiliating amounts that I can’t control.

Then Bael’s fingers are there, pushing inside without warning, two at once, thick and rough as they thrust into with no gentleness, no careful preparation beyond what my body is already producing on its own.

The stretch burns slightly but not enough to hurt, not when I’m this wet, this ready, and I can’t help pushing back to et his fingers, seeking more friction, more pressure, more of anything he’s willing to give .

Bael laughs darkly behind , the sound sending shivers down my spine.

"Look at you," he murmurs, fingers curling inside to press against that spot that makes stars burst behind my eyelids. "So desperate for it."

His hand cos down on my ass again and I cum without warning, the orgasm hitting like a freight train, my dick spurting against the sheets as my body convulses, hole clenching rhythmically around his fingers while pleasure whites out everything else, makes forget my own na for several long seconds.

"Hmm, aren’t you enjoying this a little too much?" Bael asks, his fingers still moving inside , prolonging the orgasm until I’m sobbing into the mattress from oversensitivity. "How dare you cum first when this is supposed to be a punishnt? Huh?"

He spanks again and I scream, the impact against already sensitive skin sending shockwaves through my system, and again, each strike making jerk and cry out, my bound hands clutching uselessly at the sheets above my head.

The tie around my wrists is getting loose from all the struggling, the silk sliding against itself, and Bael notices imdiately, pulling his fingers out of with a wet sound that makes my face burn.

He flips over onto my back so suddenly I don’t have ti to brace myself, and I’m staring up at him with tear-blurred vision, chest heaving as I try to catch my breath.

He removes the tie from my wrists and I flex my fingers, trying to get feeling back into them, but before I can do anything useful he’s wrapping the silk around the base of my dick instead, pulling it tight and cinching it with a knot that makes gasp and try to sit up.

"Wait, you can’t—"

His hand connects sharply with my inner thigh, the sting imdiate and intense, and I fall back against the mattress with a choked sound.

"I can do whatever I want," he says simply.

Then he’s flipping back over, positioning on my knees with my ass in the air and my face pressed into the sheets, hands braced against the mattress for whatever stability I can find, and I hear the rustle of fabric as he removes his own clothes behind .

Without any warning at all, without giving a second to prepare, he slams his cock inside .

I would have cum again imdiately if not for the tie restricting blood flow, stopping the release my body is desperately, frantically trying to achieve, and the sensation is maddening, pleasure building with nowhere to go, pressure mounting until I feel like I might actually break from it.

My whole body shakes violently, trembling with the effort of holding myself up, of processing the overwhelming fullness of him inside .

Bael’s hand cos to the back of my neck, pressing my face harder into the mattress, pinning in place as he pulls almost all the way out and slams back in with brutal force that drives the air from my lungs.

Then again.

And again.

He fucks roughly, rcilessly, each thrust driving so deep I can feel it in my stomach, each withdrawal leaving empty and aching and desperate for him to fill again.

His hand on my neck keeps pinned, keeps my face pressed into the sheets while he uses my body however he wants, and I can’t do anything except take it, can’t move or escape or do anything but feel every single inch of him splitting open over and over.

The tie around my dick is absolute torture, pleasure building and building with no way to release it, my body trying desperately to cum and failing, the pressure becoming almost painful in its intensity, making whimper and shake with need.

My hands fist in the sheets beneath , desperate for sothing to hold onto, sothing to anchor myself, and without thinking my hand reaches back, fingers fumbling blindly for the tie, trying to loosen it, trying to give myself even a mont of relief from this overwhelming sensation.

Bael’s hand cos down on my ass so hard I see actual stars, the pain sharp and bright enough to make cry out and imdiately pull my hand away, bringing it back to clutch at the sheets where it belongs.

"Don’t," he warns, voice rough with exertion but still carrying absolute authority.

He keeps fucking , keeps driving into with relentless rhythm that doesn’t slow or gentle, and I can feel myself completely unraveling, can feel every shred of control and dignity slipping away as I’m reduced to nothing but sensation and need.

"Please," I gasp out, voice wrecked and desperate and barely recognizable as my own. "Please, I need..."

"You need what?" Bael asks, and I can hear both amusent and raw arousal threading through his tone.

"Pl... please let cum," I beg, sha burning hot through but not nearly as strong as the overwhelming need. "Please, I can’t...I can’t take it..."

"Can’t hear you," he says conversationally, like we’re discussing the weather, and spanks again hard enough to make sob.

My hand reaches back again without conscious permission, seeking the tie, fingers scrabbling desperately, and gets smacked away imdiately, the sting on top of everything else making pull back with a pathetic whimper.

"I’m sorry," I cry out, tears streaming freely down my face now, mixing with the drool pooling on the sheets beneath . "I’m sorry, I’ll be more obedient, I promise, just please...please..."

"Hmm," Bael hums thoughtfully, his pace not slowing even slightly, still driving into with punishing force. "I’ll think about it."

Then he proceeds to fuck even harder, even more rcilessly than before, his hips slamming against my abused ass with bruising force, his cock hitting that spot inside over and over that makes my vision white out completely, and I’m begging continuously now, words spilling out incoherent and desperate and broken, pleading for release, for rcy, for anything at all that will ease this unbearable pressure.

I can feel myself getting close to so edge I’ve never experienced before, sothing beyond normal orgasm, sothing that feels like it might actually shatter completely if I reach it.

I feel Bael start to lose his careful rhythm, feel his movents becoming more erratic and urgent, his breathing harsh and ragged above , and finally, finally, his hand reaches around and loosens the tie with quick, efficient movents.

Blood rushes back into my cock and I cum so hard I nearly black out, screaming into the mattress as my body convulses violently, clenching around him with rhythmic spasms so intense it borders on painful, my dick spurting over and over until I’m completely empty.

Bael groans low and deep, thrusting one final ti, burying himself as deep as physically possible, and I feel him pulse inside , filling with wet heat as he cums too, both of us shaking with the force of it, both completely undone.

We stay like that for a long mont, both breathing hard like we’ve run a marathon, both trembling with aftershocks, and then Bael slowly, carefully pulls out and I collapse completely onto the mattress, unable to hold myself up for even one more second.

Everything hurts in the best and worst way simultaneously.

Everything feels too good and too much and not enough all at once.

I can’t think straight, can barely rember my own na, my entire world reduced to sensation and exhaustion.

I feel Bael shift behind , feel the mattress dip with his weight, and I assu he’s settling down to rest, that we’re finally done, that I can just lie here and try to piece myself back together.

Then I feel it.

His cock pressing against my thigh, already hard again, impossibly soon, and my eyes fly open in genuine alarm.

No.

No way.

There’s no way he’s—

His hand grips my hip, fingers digging in with clear intent.

Oh god.

He is.