Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 71: returned

Kael returned back to his position, his presence a warm shadow behind her, the ribs’ soft bubbling a faint reminder of the challenge ticking on.

And then Kael paused to change his technique.

He reached for the nipple clamps, his fingers deft as he released them, the rubber slipping free from her buds.

Freya’s nipples throbbed, a sigh of relief mingling with sensitivity as blood rushed back, leaving them tender, erect, and hyper-aware in the cool air.

But relief was fleeting—Kael shifted, wiggling into the narrow gap between her naked body and the counter, his body heat radiating against her bare skin.

"You’re blocking me, I can’t cook like this" Freya retorted, her voice sharp behind the blindfold, her platinum-cyan hair swaying as she tilted her head, defiant despite her vulnerability.

Kael’s grin was audible, low and teasing. "Need to work with your breasts for a bit, please don’t mind, I just can’t take my eyes of them," he said, pausing, waiting for her to push back.

But.....

She didn’t—her silence hung heavy, neither approval nor refusal, but enough for him to take as consent.

His hands moved first, warm and delicate, cupping her full, fair breasts, squeezing gently as if warming them, his palms molding to their curves.

He kneaded them, slow and rhythmic, thumbs brushing the undersides, tracing the soft skin where they met her ribs, stirring a warmth that spread through her chest.

Freya’s breath hitched, but she held firm, lips pressed tight, refusing to give him a sound.

Then came the wet, slithery touch—a shock of sensation as Kael’s tongue flicked across her right nipple, warm and slick, circling the hardened bud with a slow, erotic tease.

Freya gasped, the sound slipping free before she could stop it, pleasure sparking like a live wire.

Her lips parted, trembling, and she fought the urge to bite them, remembering the blood, letting them stay free as low moans and gasps escaped, soft and unwilling.

Kael’s tongue danced—lapping gently, then sucking, his lips closing around her nipple, pulling it into his mouth with a wet, rhythmic suction that sent heat pooling in her core.

He grazed it with his teeth, a fleeting nip that made her arch, her breasts tingling, aching for more despite her pride’s protests.

He switched to her left nipple, lavishing it with the same attention—tongue swirling, slow and sensual, tracing the areola before sucking hard, the pressure just shy of pain, each pull drawing a deeper moan from her throat.

His hands never stopped—one kneading her right breast, fingers rolling her slick nipple, pinching lightly to keep it taut, the other squeezing her left, amplifying the wet heat of his mouth.

"Fuck—" Freya breathed, barely audible, her voice cracking as her body betrayed her, hips shifting, thighs pressing together to quell the growing ache below.

Kael’s tongue flicked faster, alternating between soft laps and firm sucks, his breath hot against her skin, the sounds—wet smacks, her own gasps—filling the kitchen, drowning out the ribs’ simmer.

His left hand slid lower, abandoning her breast to trace her toned stomach, fingers slithering like snake, dipping past her navel to her nether. frёewebnoѵēl.com

Her pussy was ready, slick and dripping from his teasing.

He rubbed her with a sensual rhythm, circling her clit with a feather-light touch, then pressing harder, stroking her folds until her thighs trembled.

"You like it don’t you?" he asked, voice sultry, dripping with intent. "Does it feel good?"

His hazel eyes locked on her face, catching the faint nod she didn’t mean to give—a subtle tilt of her head, instinctive, her blindfold hiding the conflict in her blue eyes.

Kael grinned, triumphant, and kept her teetering—fingers rubbing, tongue sucking, never letting her crash into release, building her arousal like a tide held back by a dam.

"Do you want to cum?" he purred, his lips brushing her nipple as he spoke, the vibration sending a shiver through her.

Freya gulped, her throat tight, no answer forthcoming.

Her mind was a battlefield—her body screaming yes, begging for the release that pulsed so close, her pride snarling no, refusing to bend to his game.

The war raged, her gasps louder, unrestrained, sweat beading on her brow, her naked body glistening under the kitchen’s dim light.

Kael’s fingers slowed, withdrawing from her pussy, and she heard the faint zip of his pants, the sound sharp in the quiet.

Something warm and hard brushed her inner thighs—his erect cock, thick and pulsing, grazing her skin.

"What’s that?" Freya winced, voice tight, though she knew what it was, her body tensing as it nudged closer. An unwanted urge to grind against it sprouted in her, for reasons unknown.

"You know what it is," Kael purred, his tongue flicking her nipple again, slow and teasing, as his cock slid higher, touching her pussy, her slick juices coating its tip.

"I wouldn’t mind putting it in you—letting you cum." His voice was like a devil’s whisper, velvet, coaxing, as he rocked gently, the head grazing her clit, sending sparks through her. "All you need to say is yes."

She gasped, low and shaky, her resolve fraying.

Kael upped the ante, activating his Empathetic Resonance.

His cock grazed her clit again.

"AHhn~"

A jolt of pleasure hit, sharp and overwhelming, making her thighs clench around him instinctively, trapping his length against her slick folds.

"Also...," he murmured, sucking her nipple, "if you release this tension, your mind clears—big plus, right?"

He bobbed his hips, his length sliding between her thighs, rubbing her clit with every pass, slow and torturous, each stroke a promise of release she fought to deny.

"Lose yourself for a minute, Freya, and gain control—or stay a mess the whole time."

Another jolt, his Resonance surging as he pinched her other nipple, rolling it between his fingers, sending pleasure crashing through her.

Her gasps grew louder, raw, her body trembling—sweat trailing down her spine, her pussy dripping, her nipples throbbing under his relentless teasing.

The war in her mind tipped, pride buckling under desire’s weight.

"Y... Yes~ —ah~," she let out, the word a breathy moan, slipping past her lips like a surrender, her voice breaking as she gave in, finally, to the need consuming her.