Chapter 1096: Obedience is Not Losing Yourself

Chapter 1096 – Obedience is Not Losing Yourself

He did not grip. Did not command immediately. He simply held her there, making sure she saw his face. "Did you hear what you just said?"

Gula’s heartbeat quickened. "I know what I said."

"No." His voice lowered. "You like the idea right now. That is different from understanding what it means."

Gula frowned slightly.

Lux’s eyes stayed locked on hers.

"Obedience is not losing yourself. Not with me."

Her breath trembled.

"If I tell you to kneel, it is because you want to kneel and I know you’ll glow when you do. If I tell you to look at me, it is because you need to remember you are not an object under me. If I call you mine, it is because you answered first."

Gula’s chest tightened.

His words wrapped around her more strongly than his arms.

"You are not food on my table," Lux murmured. "You are not payment. Not a toy. Not a convenience because I’m burning."

Gula’s eyes softened.

"You are Gula." His thumb stroked her jaw. "My Gula, if you still want that."

Her lips parted.

The Greed sigil on her shoulder flickered faintly, answering before her voice did. "Yes."

Lux smiled.

Not playful now.

Not teasing.

Something slower. Darker. Tender enough to be dangerous.

"Then say it properly."

Gula’s face burned.

Her instinct was to hide.

To turn it into a joke.

To ask for cake.

To bite his shoulder and pretend emotions were just another kind of snack.

But Lux’s eyes held hers, and his hand remained warm at her neck, waiting.

So she whispered, "I’m yours."

The sigil pulsed once beneath her skin.

Lux inhaled.

Gula felt it.

Felt the way his control tightened. Felt how much those two words affected him.

It made her feel powerful again.

Small, maybe. Soft, yes. But powerful.

His voice became rougher. "Again."

Gula shivered. "I’m yours."

Lux leaned down, lips brushing the corner of her mouth. "Good girl."

Heat bloomed through her whole body.

She made a tiny sound and hid her face against his chest immediately.

Lux chuckled. "You liked it."

"I did not."

"You glowed."

"I’m Gluttony. We have strange metabolism."

"Lies."

Gula bit his chest lightly.

Lux looked down.

She looked up at him with wide eyes, as if she had not just done that.

Gula’s courage trembled, then returned with hunger attached. "You said show you more."

Lux’s smile darkened. "I will. Two rounds are nothing for me. I can keep going all day." He kissed her, his tongue tracing her lips, tasting her, claiming her. Then he pulled away, leaving her breathless and wanting.

He turned her around, facing the bed where Lullaby was sleeping. "Now," he murmured against her ear, "we’re going to make it so that the whole mansion hears you scream my name again."

Gula’s heart hammered against her ribs. His words were a promise and a threat, and she found herself wanting both.

His hands moved from her neck down her arms, a slow, possessive exploration that left trails of fire on her skin. He went closer, his body flush against her back, the hard heat of him pressing into her.

His scent enveloped her, that dark honey and spice, now laced with the musky aroma of their recent joining. His cock, still hard and slick from their previous encounter, nestled against the cleft of her ass. It was a potent, undeniable declaration of his desire.

"Sit," he commanded. His voice was a low vibration against her back. "Spread you legs."

Her breath hitched, but she complied. Her thighs trembled as she parted them, exposing herself to him. Her body was an open book, and he was the only one who could read its language.

"Beautiful," Lux breathed. He moved to stand in front of her, his presence a towering, intoxicating force. His gaze swept over her, lingering on the curve of her breasts, the soft plane of her stomach, the glistening evidence of her arousal between her thighs. He was a connoisseur appreciating a masterpiece, and she was the art.

"Since you like the last one. Now I want you to touch yourself again. This time. Seduce me. Show me your horny expression. Let me see how you burn for me."

Gula’s blush deepened, a wave of heat washing over her. Her fingers, still trembling, moved to obey. She traced the delicate skin of her inner thighs, her touch light, hesitant.

"No," Lux’s voice was firm, a soft command that brooked no disobedience. "Not hesitant. I want to see the Gluttony I know. The one who takes what she wants."

His words were a key, unlocking a door within her. The shy girl retreated, and the Gluttony heirness emerged. Her touch grew bolder, her fingers sliding through her folds, slick with her own desire. She found her clit, the sensitive nub already swollen and begging for attention. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she began to circle it, her movements slow at first, then gaining speed and pressure.

Her eyes, dark and glazed with lust, met his. She bit her lower lip. This was her answer to his challenge.

Lux watched His jaw was tight, the muscles in his neck corded with tension. His cock twitched, a bead of pearlescent fluid glistening at the tip. He was a predator, and she was the prey, but for a moment, the roles blurred. She was the one holding him captive with her display.

Then Gula took it to the next level.

She brought her other hand up, cupping her breast, her thumb flicking over the hardened peak. Her back arched, pushing her breast into her palm, a silent offering. A soft moan escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

She slid two fingers of her other hand inside her.

Her inner walls clenched around her own digits, a poor substitute for the real thing, but a necessary evil for the performance. She began to move them, mimicking the rhythm he had set earlier.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and pleading. "Lux..."