Secret Private Life of the Villainous Grand Duke - Chapter 79

What could have angered her handsome partner so deeply?

Elma narrowed her eyes and chuckled lightly, having thought of the perfect word for a safe word.

“Raven. How about that?”

“….”

Silence followed.

Elma had been somewhat annoyed with Moritz for not playing along ever since he started hanging out with Lily. The Raven, a nod to Lily.

The choice of safe word was clearly meant to tease Moritz.

“If you don’t like it, we can pick something else.”

Has she ever seen this sexy man lose his composure like this? Elma licked her lips, savoring the thought.

“Do as you wish.”

Expecting a slap that never came, Elma pouted and wondered. Why hadn’t he slapped her? A spank would have been welcome.

“Get on the table.”

Moritz gestured towards a wooden table. Elma climbed onto it, raised her behind, and laid down. Then she waited for Moritz to tie her hands.

“Ouch…”

The rope tightly bound her wrists. Elma tapped the table with her palms as the rope chafe the skin.

The tension was palpable from the start. It was unusual to see Moritz, a pro in such activities, so out of control.

“Does it hurt?”

Moritz slightly loosened the rope and carefully inspected the whip to see if there’s anything wrong with it. He then swung it lightly as a test.

Whiick– The whip sliced through the air, making a fierce sound.

After preparing, Moritz’s cold hand caressed her buttocks, and Elma turned to look back.

“Um, could you insert a dildo in first?”

It wasn’t a difficult request, but Moritz seemed irked, as if he wasn’t in the mood to accommodate anyone today.

It was against the principles to be annoyed by a partner who had rushed over upon being called. Suppressing his displeasure, Moritz picked out a dildo from a table lined with various ones.

“Suck it.”

He brought a thick dildo to Elma’s lips and forced it into her small mouth.

“Uughk…”

Slurp. Suck. Elma diligently lubricated the black column, as it was cumbersome to be filled with such a thick dildo without preparation.

“That’s enough. Stop.”

After removing the dildo, Elma observed its moist surface, where her saliva had flowed. Moritz moved to the other side of the table and inserted the dildo into her.

Whoop. The dildo inserting into her dry passage was difficult, struggling before slowly getting moistened with love liquid.

“Relax.”

Cold fingers stroked her buttocks. Elma shivered, bracing for the upcoming lashes.

Whiick- Slap. With a swift motion, the whip was raised and then struck down rapidly against the skin, leaving behind thin red lines across the pale flesh as the whipping continued. Elma gasped for air, struggling against the pain.

“Haahk…..”

The sound of the whip filled the basement for about ten minutes. Beneath the reddened skin, droplets of blood formed. It was rougher than she had anticipated, even knowing what to expect.

“Uuh-ugk…..Ah-huk….!”

The relentless beating went on without pause. Elma had no chance to catch her breath amidst Moritz’s intense and almost brutally violent actions. Clear liquid spilled from her.

“Uuhk…..Raven….Master.”

Tears streamed down Elma’s face.

Elma was a true masochist. She found sexual pleasure in physical pain. She was more excited the more she was hurt. However, this time it proved to be too much for her.

As the dildo she had been holding was released, it slipped out and fell onto the table, slick with love liquid. Moritz then unlocked Elma’s wrists and moved his head from side to side.

He tapped the table twice, looking down at Elma with an emotionless gaze.

“Lick it up.”

He said, pointing to the spilled love liquid. Following his command, Elma turned around and began to lick up the fluid she had spilled, cleaning the table meticulously.

Meanwhile, Moritz put the whip back in its place, unbuckled his belt, and revealed his semi-erect member. Elma knew what was expected next.

She knelt down on the floor, grabbed the large pillar and took him into her mouth. Then licked and sucked it with care.

“Don’t let your teeth touch.”

His voice was cold. Elma rolled her eyes at the yet oddly arousing voice. She deliberately used her teeth to lightly scrape him.

“I said no teeth.”

Gripping Elma’s red-golden hair, Moritz forcefully lifted her and removed her. Proving that gently raising one’s teeth does not necessarily cause pain.

“Yes, Master…”

During their play, Elma’s role was as Moritz’s servant, with Moritz as her master. Therefore, Elma daring to scratch her master’s manhood with her teeth was unthinkable.

Moritz was pondering whether to draw his belt from the loosened waist of his trousers, licking his lips with his tongue. Unlike the whip designed for play, using a belt could be dangerous.

This meant he was aware that he might not be able to control it as usual. Elma watched him with a look of fascination.

What could have angered him to such an extent?

Despite her curiosity, she couldn’t ask. Elma was nothing more than Moritz’s sexual partner. They never had a friendly relationship. With a sense of regret, Elma once again carefully took his manhood into her mouth.

At that moment, Lily arrived outside the basement door.

Lily had set out looking for Moritz on her own after none of the servants at the Kneiss mansion would reveal his whereabouts. It led her to the basement.

As when she first arrived, the basement echoed with heavy breathing.

Lily took a deep breath and peered through the crack of the basement door.

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