DM Chapter 80
His hands were violent as he tore off her clothes. But to be sure it wouldn’t hurt her, he lifted her hips to make it easier for him to remove them. The man knows what he wants. He always did.
Sarin reached out and touched the man’s black hair as he sucked on her neck.
Owen chuckled softly.
“Why is everything so delicate?”
“I, um… I don’t know how far I can go.”
Sarin’s uncertain response perfectly matched her personality. She was always this cautious. Checking and re-checking for traps before taking a step.
The only time she moved without checking was when he was wounded. She was a fearless woman who approached wounded beasts without knowing how vicious they could be.
Owen held Sarin’s wrist as she touched his hair, and kissed each of her fingers gently.
“Let’s try everything. I’m curious about my limits too.”
He was offering a wide range. In his limitless realm, Sarin swallowed hard. She gently explored Owen’s face with the fingers he kissed. The dangerous man, with his eyes tightly closed, patiently waited for Sarin to act as she pleased.
“If I cross the line… what will happen?”
In response to the question filled with fear about what would happen if she crossed the line, Owen answered affectionately.
“Then I’d probably be pleased.”
Her heart raced again. There was no way he wouldn’t hear her, being so close. His lips, descending slowly, lightly teased the upper part of her chest he had bared. Sarin gasped at Owen’s action, which made it clear that every sound was audible here.
“Ah….”
He liked the sight of her face reflected in his gray, moist eyes.
It was quite unfamiliar to see oneself in someone’s eyes. The eyes, filled with confusion, passion, and excitement, looked straight at him.
There was no time to make it to the bed.
His hand, already damp with moisture, traced the wet opening between Sarin’s legs as he leaned in closer.
“Mmm….”
“Now you’re getting wet down there just looking at me.”
Owen murmured as he gently pressed and rubbed her clitoris up and down. The wetness and friction made the inside of her stomach clench, as if she needed to pee. Resting his nose on the bra-covered chest and occasionally nibbling on it, his hand remained between Sarin’s legs.
“Ah, oh, Owen, mm…. If you rub too hard… ah…. it hurts.”
“Where.”
“Because it gets rubbed every time I put on underwear… it stings.”
After having sex with Owen, she confessed that even the slightest touch would make her shiver when her sensitive area touched the soft fabric of her panties. She hoped he would be gentle like he was now. His face, which laughed fiercely after her words, was different from what she had expected.
“Then don’t wear it.”
“How can I not?”
“Do you know that both your nipples and this area below swell up well? I can’t help it.”
As if he already knew, he listed the sensitive areas that would react even with a little touch and suck. Her body was sensitive to stimulation. It was unclear how her complaint of pain from underwear had turned into a suggestion to wander around with nothing on.
As Sarin bit her lips, Owen nibbled on her chest right through the bra.
“Ah!”
As her mouth opened wide, he inserted the fingers that had just been touching her below into Sarin’s open mouth.
“Owwww….”
“It seems you behave when given something to suck on.”
At the blatant suggestion to bite down on his hand instead of her swollen lips, her words were choked off. A tangy taste lingered on her tongue as his hand entered the wetness below. His fingers pressed down on her tongue as they slid in deeper.
As his fingers slowly penetrated deep into the throat, a mild gag reflex surged.
Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth. Sensing a sensation similar to when she had put Owen’s penis in her mouth, she felt a strange excitement below her tailbone.
Sarin’s hips trembled at the thought that the sofa would bear the mark of their encounter.
“Haah…. Ah, huh.”
Squelch, squelch.
Owen soon withdrew his saliva-soaked fingers from Sarin’s lips. They glistened brightly in the light.
His red tongue licks it long in front of Sarin’s eyes, then covers her saliva with his.
“Does it look dirty to you?”
“Why….”
“If this is dirty, then what about my cock that Lee Sarin eagerly sucked?”
Her body was getting hot. Whether it was from the heat or from embarrassment, neither mattered. The only thing on his mind was the impulse to release the desire that had been swelling between his legs ever since he put her to bed.
Even when he met Nikolai, and especially when he met Kirill and had to suppress his swollen member, he felt strangely uneasy.
Just the thought of having such a woman by his side made him briefly consider that every day might become a challenging one. With his below swelling up, it might be better to take Sarin with him wherever he goes.
“Owen.”
As Owen sucked on his middle finger deeply, he looked down at Sarin with dark eyes. With his waist straightened, his ominous genitalia were now exposed beneath the loose robe. As he stood up straight, it was clearly visible to Sarin’s eyes.
The glans were a deep pink hue. Veins protrude like cords on his arms, wrapping around the shaft like prominent muscles. It was the first time she had seen such huge genitalia illuminated in such bright light.
As he teased her mouth, the saliva that had been flowing steadily dried up, and she could barely swallow the dry saliva.
“It’s hard to concentrate. Do you know what I was thinking even with the most important opponent in front of me?”
Sarin’s head, resting on the armrest of the sofa, turned from side to side. Her pupils trembled anxiously. One leg was partly hanging outside the sofa, while the other leg was lifted and placed over the back of the sofa by Owen himself.
Her pubic hair was wet with lovejuice, tangled, and shiny.
Still shamelessly sucking his middle finger in front of Sarin and teasing with his tongue, he spoke with a somewhat impatient expression.
“All I can think of is holding you in my arms all the time, so I wish I had touched you a little more, just once.”
Kissing her forehead already seemed regrettable.
Although Owen was not one to regret the past, he fantasized about touching the sleeping Sarin a little more. He wished she would respond well to his words and to his embrace. Even with Nikolai’s anger looming over him, he couldn’t shake off these thoughts.
That’s why he let the glass hit his forehead to regain his composure.
“I-I’m touching you right now.”
Sarin opened her mouth with a cracked voice. Hearing her newly vulnerable voice, Owen chuckled coldly.
“If anyone sees, they might think we’ve already had a round and you’re all worn out.”
At the explicit suggestion, she turned her head to the side. He inserted the finger he had been sucking directly into Sarin’s vagina. With her legs spread apart, the opening eagerly engulfed his finger deep inside. The firm and solid knuckle of his finger began to slowly tease the depths.
“Mmmmm….”
It was a weak moan.
One finger couldn’t reach deep inside. She wanted something longer, thicker, and more irregular to stir and scratch her insides. Her body knew it. It was waiting for a man’s genitalia to provide even greater pleasure.
“Just…put it in.”
Owen didn’t hesitate to insert his finger.
As if he knew what Sarin desired, he merely inserted one finger, teasing and probing relentlessly.
“You prefer sucking here, don’t you? Every time I try to put it in, you squirm like this.”
He said in a low, lustful voice as he told her to suck it slowly from the bottom and give him what he wanted. Her ears tingled. She could feel the dampness against her skin. She recalled the time when Owen sat in this position, facing her, pleasuring himself. Did he imagine them eventually lying together like this?
The humiliation of pulling down her soaking wet panties was vivid in her mind, clearly remembering the times of arousal towards this man.
“It’s not enough with just fingers. Ah…”
Turning her head slightly, Sarin muttered faintly.
“Huh? Say that again.”
“You heard me.”
“If you say that while making sounds like this, how could I possibly hear you?”
Splash, splash.
The sound of his fingers stirring inside her hole, occasionally hitting the entrance, created an awkward, squelching sound. Owen naturally pretended he couldn’t hear her because of the lewd sound of penetration.
“The finger was, uhhh, thin…. They can’t reach deep inside…”
The intermittent pauses in Sarin’s speech occurred because Owen’s fingers couldn’t stay still every time she uttered something pleasing to his ears.
“If you want something, say what you want.”
“I… I want you to… put it in…”
“Where are you looking and talking?”
“When I look there and see you, Owen, I…”
“Ahhh….”
Turning to where Sarin’s gaze was directed, Owen spotted a purple stool. His lips twisted in a way that made speech impossible. A willing laugh escaped his lips, causing his chest to swell with excitement. He vividly recalled the scent of Sarin that day, drenched in excitement.
“It’s soaked through and through. Fuck, I can even smell it….”
He remembers the wet tip of her nose. Owen took a deep breath, as if reminiscing about that day.
“Ah…”
“It felt so good.”
