Chapter 133 (Fixed)

Milady gasped, her breath coming in ragged, broken hitches as Ray’s tongue flattened out, lapping and pounding her sensitive spot with a brutal, fucking ruthless rhythm. Her hips twitched off the edge of the seat, trying to scramble away from the overwhelming heat, but Ray clamped his hands around her knees, locking those skinny thighs wide open.

"R-Ray— wait—" Her arrogant command split right down the middle, turning into a helpless, high-pitched whimper.

Ray didn’t slow down for a damn second. His left hand snaked up, sliding over her smooth ribs that were flushed red from the steam, then grabbed her tiny tits. She fit right into his broad palm. Without an ounce of mercy, Ray squeezed her hard, his thumb finding her small, rock-hard nipple and rolling it raw.

Milady arched her back high. Her small frame locked up against the wet tiles, a heavy, wrecked moan tearing straight out of her throat.

Ray pulled his face back just enough to look at her through the thick haze of steam. His mouth was wet and shining with her slick and shower water. His eyes were dark, devoid of any obedient dog look. Ray was completely locked into the game—taking back the control Milady had tried to steal.

"What’s wrong, My lady?" Ray sneered, his voice low and raspy over the roar of the shower. His thumb kept digging into her sensitive nipple without stopping. "You were talking so much shit a second ago. Where’d all that mouth go? Want me to stop, or do you still think you’re calling the shots here?"

Milady’s face burned a deep, furious crimson, her chest heaving for air. Her eyes narrowed with fake venom—the bratty rage of a spoiled princess who just felt her leash get yanked back hard. Milady knew damn well what Ray was doing. He wasn’t just making her feel good; he was systematically tearing down her ego, using this raw pleasure as a weapon to force her dark, unhinged side back into its dark little hole. And Ray was fucking loving every second of stripping her pride away.

"Shut up... you fucking dog," Milady whispered breathlessly, her voice shaking like crazy even though she tried to sound cold. "You’re... you’re just a brainless dog... who only does what I say..."

"Is that right?" Ray let out a short, mean chuckle, completely out of breath.

He lunged back in, ready to bury his face right back into her lap. But Milady reacted fast. Driven by panic and her bruised pride, her small hands shot down and grabbed the back of Ray’s head. Her nails dug straight into his wet hair, and using every last bit of strength in her small body, she slammed his face hard into her soaked fold.

Milady clamped her thighs tight around his temples like a vise, smothering his nose and mouth right against her hot, drenched skin.

"Then choke to death down there!" Milady squealed through gritted teeth. Her hips shook hard as she tried to force her dominance. A nasty, wild smirk cut across her flushed face, her voice dripping with toxic triumph. "Look at you... face buried in me... can’t even fucking breathe, can you? Die down there, you fucking idiot! See if I give a shit!"

Ray’s lungs burned instantly as his air got cut off completely. His nose was jammed shut against her wet skin and the heat radiating off her. But instead of panicking or tapping out, a dark rush of adrenaline slammed straight into his gut. He welcomed this toxic shit. He knew Milady needed this power struggle—needed to feel like she was suffocating him just to keep her fractured mind from snapping in half.

’Like I’m gonna let this bitch win that easy.’

While suffocating in her lap, Ray drove his tongue out flat and hard, shoving and stabbing it into her sensitive spot with raw, unhinged force. At the same time, his hands didn’t let go of her chest. He palmed both of her tiny tits, squeezing them tight while both of his thumbs ground into her hard nipples at the same time.

Milady’s legs buckled instantly. The death-grip on Ray’s head loosened as a massive shockwave of pleasure blasted straight up her spine.

"N-Ngggh! Ah!"

Her skinny thighs quivered violently, spreading wide open against her will. Ray grabbed the opening instantly. He yanked his head free, his face dripping wet as he gulped down a huge breath of steam and air. Without giving her a second to recover, Ray shoved his body up, pinning Milady’s chest back against the chair. His hand squeezed her left breast so hard her pale skin went stark white under his fingers.

"You really thought you could suffocate me to death?" Ray growled right into Milady’s ear, his other hand sliding down past her stomach and shoving two thick fingers straight inside her.

Milady screamed—a sharp, shattered screech that echoed off the wet bathroom tiles.

Her body arched wildly, her hands clawing at Ray’s shoulders, digging her nails in deep enough to leave red streaks down his chest. "Ray! Ray, wait—!"

"No fucking waiting, My lady," Ray hissed sharp, his fingers working inside her at a rough, relentless pace, while his thumb mercilessly ground into her clit. "You wanted a mess, right? Look at you. You’re drowning my hand. You’re fucking ruined."

"I hate you... I fucking hate you..." Milady babbled, sobbing softly, but her hips kept riding every single thrust of his fingers, her body completely betraying her words. Her small chest heaved fast, her tiny tits bouncing with every violent twitch of her body.

The air in the bathroom grew hotter and heavier, thick with the smell of soap, sweat, and raw, wild lust. Ray’s own body slammed right back into the toxic rhythm. The sensitive ache at the base of his dick, which had faded after his first load, suddenly roared back to life. His cock, still sticky with his own mess, throbbed hard, swelling right back up, heavy and rigid against the wet tile.

Milady felt it too. Her eyes fluttered open, glassy and blurred at the edge of a massive, impending crash, staring down at Ray’s hard shaft pressing against her thigh. A broken, nasty little smirk tried to form on her lips, even as her body shook on the verge of a brutal climax.

"Look at that..." she whispered, her voice completely trashed, barely audible over the shower stream. "You’re... you’re ready to blow again... aren’t you?"

Ray didn’t give her a single word back. He slammed his fingers inside her faster, shoving them in to the knuckle while his thumb mashed her clit until her eyes rolled back into her head. The friction was unbearable. The heat in Ray’s lower stomach coiled tight as hell, ready to snap like a pulled wire.

Ray pulled his fingers out with a loud, wet squelch, grabbed his throbbing shaft, and lined the thick, pre-cum-dripping tip directly against her swollen, soaked lips. He dug his fingers deep into her tiny tit one last time, his teeth scraping against her collarbone.

"You wanted to see who made me shoot that high?" Ray rasped, pulling his hips back, his whole body locking up hard as a second wave, way bigger than the first, slammed straight into his lap. "Hold the fuck on, Milady."