Chapter 3: Making Her Aroused

"You wept the entire way here, acting like I was harming you" Valentino lamented, "Your screams nearly broke my eardrums," When he arrived to his room, he closed the door and laid Shayanne down on the bed.

"Where are you feeling pain? Just tell me, ignore my Aunt's words about the ladies' of a thing discussion," he said, sitting next to her.

She pouted, "It hurts, so much, my entire body," and Valentino gave her a long look before he gave in and said, "I know it does, especially for the first time. I apologize and will bring you something to help with your discomfort,"

"How did you find out about this? You've never had that experience before since you're not a lady. Moreover—"

"I have, I had fucked virgins more than once. Thus, I'm rather sure about this. However, that does not imply that I brought you here to exacerbate your injuries. I have meds in my drawer; should I go grab them?" Valentino enquired.

Shayanne's face burned red with resentment as she reads his comments. Had he really gone through a woman's first trauma, he would have hurt her.

"Yes," Valentino got up and Shayanne asked, "What's that called?" As he took a tablet out of his drawer.

"Osphena is a once-daily oral medication used to help women who have just had their first sex feel better. I won't compel you to use it if you don't want to—"

"Who declared that I wouldn't use it?" Shayanne rolled her eyes and grabbed the tablet out of his grasp. She picked up the cup off the table, took a gulp of the medicine, and then wiped the tablet all the way down to her stomach.

"I'll leave you to take a bath; you need some privacy. I wasn't expecting that, though" Valentino responded, "You can also use the jacket I gave you," Getting to his feet only to stop upon hearing her trembling voice, "When are you going to return? It's getting late, and it's so chilly outside," she murmured.

"Silly girl, I should be asking you that. Make sure you avoid getting a cold since I'll be here to wake you up early. Rest easy, my apartment can accommodate you. Make use of the food I suppose I still have," Valentino urged.

Shayanne took the Osphena off the bed and clearly read the contents while paying close attention to it, "But given that it's expensive, why did he give it to me?" With a murmured expression, she fell into the bed, her hair strewn all over her shoulders.

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Shayanne saw Valentino enter when she woke up the following morning. She sat up straight and awaited his words with great anticipation.

"Nice morning. This is your new uniform. I don't think the old one was as nice as it should have been," He remarked, "You should get moving; you shouldn't be late," And set the uniform down on the bed next to her.

"Why do you assist me?" Shayanne inquired abruptly, saying, "I just feel like you shouldn't undervalue me. Goodbye!"

"How about your jacket?" She looked up at him and asked, but he had already left. She found herself inhaling deeply and pulling his jacket over her nose, "It's kind of nice," she muttered to herself.

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Shayanne was among the servants who entered the apartment. Their purpose for being there was to offer them breakfast.

Shayanne approached Grayson, bowed, and set the food on the table, remembering that her primary duty was to serve him. Grayson was staring at her lustfully for the duration of the little time.

Carl tensed up at her sight, especially her euphoric scent. Grayson drew her to himself just as she was ready to go her way, causing her to smash into him and ask, "Master?"

Even though she whispered his name, he moved her hair off her shoulder and began licking her there. Debra became enraged at the sight of him doing that to a servant.

The witnesses were stunned, but they couldn't say anything to save their lives. Thiem, his Beta, also known as his second in command, realized he needed to say something.

"We all should excuse ourselves; the dining is cut off," he said, demonstrating that even when he isn't taught what to do, he knows how to handle situations properly. This causes him to acquire Grayson's trust.

"What? I need to talk to my husband," Debra responded jealously, "Master will certainly attend to you later; you should head back to your room," Thiem motioned to the two guards lurking around to take Debra to her room, while the other exited, closing the main door.

Grayson shoved Shayanne away, and she fell on the ground, whimpering. After creeping two feet away, she noticed him take off his shirt.

With tears in her eyes, she began stripping herself naked, but he stopped her, saying, "Lay low under the table,"

He said with scarsam, and Shayanne crept over to the table next her and hove beneath it. Her body and soul hurt in anticipation. She hasn't fully recovered from last night's hard sex, and he wants to do the same right now.

When she noticed him bending under the table, he grabbed her leg and placed it between his neck. He slid her panties below her thighs and pressed two of his fingers inside her.

He didn't care that she was hurt; the instant she felt his fingers inside her, she let out a quick cry. She closed her eyes and clutched her fist hard, wishing for a rescue.

He wanted to hear her cry, so he violently grabbed her buttocks and titled his head under her thigh, his tongue digging deep and faster than a snail within her pussy.

He accelerated his tempo, and her pussy swelled in answer to his desire; huge fluid rushed out from her, he raced out from her, striking deeper and grabbed her buttocks for extra access. Shayanne flung her head back, lost in the sensation.

It surprised her that she wasn't in as much pain as the first time, and that she rather enjoyed his deed.

When he took his tongue from her pussy, solid juice flowed out; instead of falling to the floor, the drips landed on his fingertip, which he licked away.

Shayanne sighed with relief, believing it was finally over, but little did she know it was only the beginning, "Make yourself feel aroused," he said, walking away.

Shayanne walked away from the table and remained still, unsure how she was going to make it happen. She shifted her glance to Grayson, who was already seated.

Not looking to her side. She was unsure what to do, so she questioned him, "I don't know how, Master. I'll be willing to learn from you," she muttered, embarrassed to ask him such a thing.

Grayson rose up and moved closer to her, faster than she thought, "Are you that naive to do such a simple job?" He asked coldly, "I'm sorry, Master; I didn't want to anger you. I—" Her remaining comments were cut short when he claimed her lips.

He kissed her. Did he fucking kiss her? However, she is unsure how to respond to the kiss because it is her first kiss. Shayanne merely closed her eyes, blaming herself for appreciating what he was doing to her.

His tongue pressed farther into her throat, attempting to bring her along as she had requested. Shayanne followed his lead and gradually began kissing him with the same hunger he has.

To make matters worse, she turned his naked chest and grabbed his nipples. She massaged it seductively, then gave it her all in a passionate kiss.

Lost in air, he pushed her over to the table and broke away from the kiss, "Make yourself aroused," 

Shayanne inhaled deeply as his voice was demanding and gruff. 

Shayanne breathed deeply and inserted her finger into her pussy, thrusting it insanely.

Biting her lower lip, she escaped into her world of mystery, picturing Grayson's dick inside her, fucking her insanely rather than her fingers.

'Aarggh—-' she murmured, having reached her climax. Suddenly, she felt an arm move her to the side; as she opened her eyes, she discovered it was her Master.

Her needs escalated, but she was no longer fingering herself; instead, some unknown part of her desired to be fucked insanely.

"Master?" She mumbled in a low voice as she noticed him remove a whip from his trouser. He clasped her hands with it and unfastened his trousers.

Shayanne bit her lip as she noticed his hardened dick, but she pushed those unpleasant thoughts away; she was clearly not in her right mind.

Grayson positioned his dick in her entrance and murmured hoarsely, "Beg me to fuck you,"

Shayanne fought with her inner self, not wanting the sight of his dick to affect her, knowing he's an animal who takes pleasure in other people's agony, but she couldn't bring herself to be humiliated.

She'll always see him as an animal. He fiercely tightened her hands at all angles, causing her to whimp in pain, "Say the words, whore,"

Tears streamed down her face as she reluctantly submitted to him, "Ravage my pussy, Master," she cried out. 

He pushed into her harder, hitting her right chords.

He brushed her hair back from her neck, pressed their bodies together, and slapped her buttocks, ".... Master?" She cried, and he opened her legs, breathed her arousal before reclaiming her lips.

This time, it was rife with possession, lust, and rage. She whinced between each kiss and move he made.