Vengeance in His Bed

Without giving him a moment to recover, she leaned down again and landed another brutal bite on his collarbone. This time, she bit even harder, the sharp edges of her teeth sinking into the dense muscle. Dorrent let out a sharp hiss, his jaw clenching as he bore the pain, forcing his body to remain still, giving her the time she demanded.

Jannah trailed the hard, punishing bites down his chest, leaving a path of dark red marks across his pectorals. Her teeth sank into the hard muscle of his ribs, and then she moved lower, her lips brushing against the taught skin of his upper abdomen.

Suddenly, she raised her hand and brought it down in a sharp, stinging slap directly across his abdominal muscles.

Smack!

The sound echoed in the quiet room. Dorrent’s entire midsection convulsed, his breath rushing out of him in a harsh grunt. "Jannah... you are hurting me," he growled, his eyes narrowing as he glared up at her.

Jannah looked down at him, her eyes cold and devoid of pity. "Do S-tiers like you also feel pain?" she asked, her voice dripping with a bitter, sarcastic mock. "It certainly doesn’t seem like it, considering how mighty and untouchable you always behave. I thought you monsters were immune to everything."

"Get on top of my cock," Dorrent demanded, his voice cracking with a desperate edge as he strained against the wrist bindings, the silk cutting into his skin. "You are driving me insane, Jannah. Ride me."

"Not yet," Jannah replied coldly, her fingers tracing the red mark of her slap. "Not until I am completely done with your body."

As she leaned down to sink her teeth into his lower abdomen, just above the dark hair of his groin, Dorrent let out a ragged, desperate laugh. "Isn’t this killing you too, Jannah?" he gasped out, his eyes locked on her flushed face. "I can smell you... you are dripping wet. You want this just as badly as I do."

Jannah didn’t reply.

She bypassed his penis, ignoring his demand as she slid her hands down to his inner thighs. The skin there was sensitive, a vulnerable zone that few ever got close enough to touch. She began to stroke his inner thighs caressingly, her fingertips light and feather-soft.

Dorrent’s eyes widened, his legs twitching against the sheets. "Stop," he muttered, his voice suddenly sounding tight and strained. "Stop it... it’s ticklish."

The realization that the feared S-tier tycoon was ticklish only fueled her desire to torment him. Jannah let out a soft, mocking laugh, making it even worse by running her fingernails lightly along the sensitive skin, watching him squirm and twist against his bonds in discomfort.

"Please... Jannah, stop," he growled, his face flushing a deep red.

Suddenly, her gentle touch vanished. Jannah dug her fingers deep into the muscle of his inner thighs, squeezing the sensitive flesh with a brutal, crushing strength, deliberately inflicting pain.

Dorrent let out a loud, pained groan, his neck straining as he pulled against the headboard. "What the fuck—!"

"I am only doing a foreplay, Dorrent," Jannah said softly, her voice sweet but laced with venom. "Since you clearly don’t know what that is, I thought I would teach you."

"This isn’t foreplay," Dorrent wheezed, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. "This is torture."

"According to me, it is," Jannah retorted, her eyes gleaming with a dark satisfaction. "You are strong. A mighty S-tier like you only deserves this kind of foreplay."

After she had thoroughly manipulated, bitten, and bruised his body to her satisfaction, Jannah slowly reached down and slid her nightdress completely off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him entirely naked, her pale, beautiful curves glowing in the morning light, her intimate area glistening with wetness.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist. Slowly, she aligned her damp entrance with the tip of his penis. She stopped right there, letting only the very tip of his shaft brush against her outer folds.

The brief, teasing contact sent a jolt of electricity straight through Dorrent’s core.

"Slide on it," Dorrent growled, his voice a low, desperate plea as he looked up at her. "Slide down already, Jannah... if you don’t want me to do something silly."

Jannah glared down at him, her dark eyes flashing with an unyielding authority. "You should dare," she warned, her voice sharp. "The very moment you move, the very second you try to break these sheets, I am gone."

She stared at his swollen mouth, her breathing turning shallow. Slowly, she began to slide down, engulfing only a few inches of his shaft.

"Mmh..." Jannah bit her lower lip hard, burying her face in her hands as she tried to stifle the sound of her own voice. The size of him stretched her inner walls to their limit, filling her with a hot, bursting pressure that made her entire lower body ache with a torturous, sweet pleasure.

Then, to torture him even further, she stopped. She slowly lifted her hips back up, completely withdrawing his shaft from her wet warmth, and sat back down on his thighs, leaving him entirely empty.

Dorrent let out a loud, frustrated grunt of agony. The brief moment he had felt her hot, tight entrance engulf his shaft had been absolute ecstasy—a sensation so intense it had nearly shattered his restraint. Now, the sudden emptiness was more than he could bear.

"Get on top of it!" Dorrent roared, his voice echoing off the walls as he strained against his bonds. "Why the hell are you doing this act?! Satiate yourself!"

annah looked down at him, a cold, indifferent expression masking the raging storm of her own arousal.

"I don’t need your dick to satisfy myself, Dorrent," Jannah said, her voice dripping with a cruel, mocking amusement. "I can use a lot of things to quench my thirst. I could find any object in this room to insert inside myself. Or..." She paused, her eyes narrowing as she delivered the final, devastating blow. "I could simply go to your friend, Shadron. He is sleeping in the next room, isn’t he? I am sure with his highly perverted, dominant nature, he wouldn’t mind taking me onto his bed right now."

Dorrent’s silver eyes instantly turned a violent, blood-red. The S-tier beast inside him exploded with a savage, primitive rage, his veins bulging against his neck as he glared up at her, his face contorting into a mask of fury.

"And besides," Jannah continued, her voice calm and steady as she watched him boil, "unlike you, who is impotent and unable to take anyone else but me because of your sick, obsessed mind... you won’t be able to help yourself. You will just have to lie here and think about it."

"You think you can find a dick like mine, Jannah?!" Dorrent roared. "You won’t find a single man on this earth with a dick that reaches as deep inside you, or thick enough to satiate your wild, dripping sex drive! No object is as hot as my cock, and I assure you, Shadron doesn’t have a big cock like mine! With how slick and wet your entrance always gets, only a thick penis like mine can satisfy you! You are mine, Jannah! Only mine!"

"It doesn’t matter," Jannah argued, her voice cold as ice as she slowly began to lift herself up, preparing to climb off his lap.

But before her knees could even clear his thighs, a loud RIP echoed through the room.

In a sudden, explosive burst of physical strength, Dorrent shattered the silk sheets binding his hands and legs, the fabric tearing into shreds. Before Jannah could even move, his hands shot forward, wrapping around her slender waist with a crushing grip and slamming her body back down onto his lap.

"You think you can torture me like this and then just leave?!" Dorrent growled, his face inches from hers, his silver eyes burning with fire. "No, Jannah. You must finish what you started."

Without pushing his penis inside her, he began to slowly rub his shaft up and down against her wet, outer cheeks, the friction of his hot, pulsing skin against her sensitive center driving Jannah into an immediate, frantic state of delirium.

"Stop!" Jannah cried out, her hands clutching his shoulders as her body shuddered under the intense, physical stimulation. "This is what I always talk about! You are using manipulation again! You broke the deal!"

"I kept my part of the bargain, Jannah," Dorrent whispered darkly, his lips sliding down to press a bruising kiss against her collarbone. "I lay still and I let you lead. But you broke the deal the moment you tried to walk away. And now... the control has automatically shifted back to me."

He bit lightly into her shoulder, his pheromones exploding from his skin in a suffocating, intoxicating wave that completely shattered her remaining defenses.

"If it is foreplay you want, little herbalist..." Dorrent murmured against her skin. "I am going to give it to you."