Chapter 230 230: It's Too Much Master! [R-18+]



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The fragrance of masculine arousal permeates the air, casting a spell that seems to paint Aryanna's once-pristine cheeks with a flush of pink.

It's as though the very scent of my engorged member has the power to unravel her composure, unearthing the primal desires that lie dormant beneath her sophisticated facade.

Nestled within the confines of Aryanna's grasp, my impressive shaft surges to life, asserting its dominance with an upward thrust that defies gravity.

The taut head and the intricate network of veins adorning the length of my cock stand as a testament to its potency—a formidable tool engineered to conquer the depths of feminine pleasure.

As Aryanna gazes upwards, a mixture of awe and reverence flickers within her expressive eyes, betraying the myriad emotions swirling within her.

The monumental rise of my erect member seems to invoke a sense of both wonder and surrender, an intoxicating combination that stirs her very core.

With a subtle swallow, Aryanna's actions align with her inner turmoil, her delicate fingers maintaining their unyielding grip on my throbbing cock.

In that moment, the boundary between master and servant blurs, giving rise to a connection that transcends the conventional roles we inhabit.

Though the position dictates subservience, her gaze hints at an altogether different narrative—one of longing, need, and a yearning to be cherished.

Gone is the facade of the intelligent and capable secretary, replaced by an intoxicating blend of vulnerability and desire that commands attention.

Yet, I remain steadfast in my pretense, my gaze avoiding her as if I am oblivious to the lascivious scene that unfolds beneath my desk. My attention remains fixated on the pages of the open book, a mask of indifference masking the primal desires that stir within me.

In contrast, the young and brilliant Aryanna embraces her role with fervor, her lithe form gracefully contorting to slide under the desk's wooden expanse. Her movements are fluid and well-practiced, a dance of submission that belies the intellect concealed within her delicate frame.

With a determined grace, she reaches out and wraps her fingers around my hardening cock, her skilled touch a testament to her expertise in fulfilling my desires.

Her posture is one of devoted servitude, a sight that should quell the instincts of even the most beastly of desires. But I am no ordinary man, and the allure of dominance and conquest pulsates within me.

The allure of Aryanna's presence, of her warmth and submission, sends a surge of arousal through my veins that I am determined to suppress.

My gaze brushes against her form, my peripheral vision catching a glimpse of her as she works diligently between my legs. Her lips part slightly, a delicate gasp escaping her, and I can't help but feel the twinge of guilt and satisfaction that her plea elicits. n0veluSb.c0m

It's a bittersweet symphony that resonates deep within me—a reminder of the potent effect I have on her, yet also a testament to the control I exercise over my own desires.

"Ah, master... it's too much..." As her soft sigh washes over the air, I resist the urge to meet her gaze directly. Instead, I let my eyes linger on the words of the book before me, my fingers tracing the pages as if absorbed in their contents. It's a subtle resistance, a silent battle between my yearning and my resolve, all encapsulated within the quiet confines of the study.

The flicker of doubt crosses Aryanna's mind, a fleeting question of whether my indifference was a sign of my disapproval. Her thoughts remain shrouded in uncertainty, a silent inquiry that hangs in the air.

"..."

As the weight of her unvoiced thoughts lingers, a sense of resignation settles upon her. She shifts her focus back to the task at hand, as if acknowledging that my attention may never fully be hers.

The realization brings a tinge of disappointment, yet she remains resolute in her commitment to serve my cock with hard work of her hand and mouth.

"Master... then I'll start serving." Her fingers tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, a subtle gesture of determination. Her pink lips part, and with a sense of devotion, she brings her mouth closer to my erect member. A tender kiss graces the flesh, an intimate connection that speaks of her unwavering dedication.

Unable to hold back any longer, I finally relent and allow my gaze to descend upon her. My eyes meet Aryanna's, and in that fleeting moment, a complex array of emotions dances between us. The anticipation, the tension, and the surrender—all of it is encapsulated in that single exchange of glances.

Aryanna's lips descend once more, her kisses bestowing a sense of reverence upon my throbbing cock. Each press of her lips against my flesh feels like a pact, a declaration of her submission not to me as a person, but to the pulsating desire that courses through my veins.

Her actions unfold in a delicate ballet of intimacy, a choreography that transcends words. In this private sanctum, Aryanna's devotion is a tangible force, a palpable offering of herself to my primal urges. As her lips brush against my sensitive skin, I can't help but feel the dichotomy of power and vulnerability that defines our dynamic.

The study is enveloped in a hushed silence, the only sound being the rhythm of our heartbeats and the soft rustle of fabric. And in this intimate space, Aryanna's kisses become more than just physical contact—they are a symbolic language, a silent pledge of loyalty to a my cock but not me.

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