Chapter 178: The weight of silence
The wet, choking sounds echoed off the marble walls—raw, rhythmic, obscene. Soreya’s throat spasmed around Allen’s cock, but her body held its position, as instructed. Kneeling. Chained. Collared. Naked. Her spine arched slightly from the strain, yet her eyes remained forward, glazed and unfocused, drowned in the effort to keep from collapsing. Every thrust filled her with fresh tears that rolled down her flushed cheeks, streaking across already dried remnants of the last ones.
Allen’s hand gripped the back of her head, guiding her pace with mechanical precision. Not fast. Not wild. Just deliberate. Measured. The same way he judged nobles, the same way he cracked lies open like bones—he fucked her mouth with purpose. This wasn’t indulgence. This was discipline.
Her nose pressed against the warmth of his body again as he buried himself deep. Her throat closed tight, fluttering around him. A strangled moan tried to escape, but it only buzzed around the girth gagging her. Her face was soaked now—tears, spit, drool. Her hair clung to her forehead in dark, tangled strands.
Allen finally pulled out.
A long string of spit clung from her lips to his tip, dangling indecently until it snapped and splattered onto the floor. Soreya coughed violently, her back convulsing, her chest rising and falling in desperate gasps. Her voice cracked when she tried to speak, so she didn’t. She just bowed her head lower, like a dog waiting for the next command.
He stared at her for a moment, his cock twitching, glistening with her shame. Then he reached down and grabbed her chin.
"I asked you nothing," he said flatly. "You don’t speak unless you’re ordered to."
She nodded quickly, lips quivering.
"Turn."
She did. Still on her knees, she rotated around until her back faced him, her chained arms twitching behind her. Her ass lifted instinctively—like a slave conditioned by routine. He stepped forward and nudged his cock between her cheeks. The way she flinched, the little shake in her thighs, told him everything. She knew what was coming.
"Relax."
Soreya’s breath caught. "Y-Yes, Master..."