CH 22.2

Now she knows for sure what the word punishment from the Grand Duke meant. During the education she received to be an obedient wife to her husband before the marriage, she had never heard of such a startling thing.

Her parents had secretly educated her on things that could captivate the husband, besides adorning herself like a flower. She only heard it orally without a textbook, but all of it was vulgar. She vaguely wondered if the day would come when she would do something like that, but when it finally came, her head went blank.

Trying to hide her withered body, Anne captured her expression with as calm a face as she could.

“I can’t do this.”

Her tight voice trembled slightly.

The rough touch was transmitted to her chin, which was caught by the Grand Duke. Her shivering shoulders were drawn up, and her head was raised frighteningly. He made her look straight into his eyes.

“If you can’t . . . Shall I open it up?”

The slow question made Anne lose her words in shock. As if her heart had stopped, it felt like all the blood vessels in her body were blocked. No, maybe it was because her blood circulated so quickly that it felt that way.

“You told me you would become a good Grand Duchess since you came to my castle. But you’re only showing incompetence at this kind of thing. It’s disappointing.”

For a moment, his eyes became cold. The tone was mocking her that it was all talk. The Grand Duke’s eyes gleamed dangerously as he pressed her temple with his other hand. As if he was going to see if she could properly answer his question.

“That . . . that . . .”

This time she didn’t have anything to say. As long as she was in the Grand Duke’s castle, she would serve as the Grand Duchess, so it was right that he requested it.

The blood drained from Anne’s face, and a resignation struck. Among her duties as Grand Duchess, accommodating the demands of her husband was also her virtue as a wife. She accepted the relationship, so there was no way she could avoid this.

I have to . . .

As soon as she made up her mind, a cold sweat ran down her back. The cold winter wind ruffled her hair, making a soft sound. Even so, Anne couldn’t get over her dizziness. The extreme nervousness made it difficult for her to come to her senses.

Her face was released from his rough hand, as thought he had read Anne’s consent. Touching her tingling cheek, she breathed in tensed breath, the Grand Duke lowered his gaze. He wasn’t looking down at Anne, he was looking at his front.

The Grand Duke, who was holding the wine glass’ thin stem, loosened his legs and parted his lips slowly.

“Undo it.”

Anne’s hand, trembling at the brief instruction, was directed toward the Grand Duke’s swollen front. Saliva continued to accumulate in her mouth, which had dried up from tension.

Anne was quite surprised to see the penis sticking out through the pulled down trousers. The object she had devoured inside her until yesterday was standing upright in an imperceptibly erect form.

The fluid in the thick glans, with the veins bulging out, was obscene. Just looking at it, tensed her up and her eyes were burning hot, Anne bit her lips.

What should I do?

Can she just lick it up? When she was not willing to touch it, the Grand Duke took Anne’s hand and forced her to squeeze his genitals. Surprised by the thickness in her hand, she tried to release it, but he grabbed Anne’s hand and moved it up slowly.

The slick flesh felt like a ball of fire each time it was rubbed into Anne’s pale hands. The more the wrinkled skin rubbed against the surface of her palms, the more blackish-red pillar swelled like it would burst, and the blue blood vessels dilated to a frightening degree.

The sound of a beating pulse, whether it was from her wrist or from the Grand Duke’s flesh, muffled her ears.

“Angroanne.”

Anne trembled as her name was called. It was because the Grand Duke’s voice was noticeably lower. It seemed like he didn’t want to wait any longer.

Anne swallowed a gulp with a nervous mind. She brought the Grand Duke’s cock that she was holding, to her lips. Her heart was beating like crazy and her arms were trembling.

“Hup . . .”

A soft, warm touch pressed against her lips. Then he started stroking the blunt part of his glans against Anne’s lips. As he swept it from side to side, rubbed it as if moving up and down, the damp texture was forcibly rubbed against Anne’s lips.

She could feel a sweet taste between her tightly closed lips. Her movements were blunted by the slightly fishy, unfamiliar scent, but a long sigh sounded above her head.

“Should I inform the noble lady how to do this?”