Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 72: Yes

Freya’s body trembled, her thighs rubbing together, desperate to grind against Kael’s cock and chase the release she’d finally admitted she craved.

Her "Yes" hung in the air, a fragile surrender, and yet he hadn’t moved, hadn’t claimed her as she’d expected.

Her pussy ached, slick and throbbing, her pride a shattered thing begging for relief.

What’s he waiting for?

"Put it in yourself, then," Kael said, his voice shifting—sharp, commanding, stripped of the sultry purr that had unraveled her.

It stunned her, a cold splash against her fevered skin.

She’d thought he’d pounce, take her the moment she broke, but now his cock pulled back, leaving her empty, wanting.

Her blindfold hid her wide-eyed shock, her pulse hammering as confusion mixed with arousal.

Kael’s hand found hers, gentle but firm, guiding her trembling fingers to his length—hard, thick, pulsing under her touch.

Her heart raced, arousal spiking as he murmured, "Here. Your turn," his tone slipping back to sultry, a velvet lure.

He released her hand, his fingers settling softly on her waist, holding her with a deceptive lightness.

She felt his gaze, intense, monitoring her—her quickened breath, her flushed skin, the faint tremor in her muscles. He was reading her, balancing her arousal against the risk of anger, knowing both spiked her heart rate but only one kept her pliable.

Kael’s gamble was bold—guiding her hand to his cock, he’d handed her power, a figurative blade to his throat.

Anger could flare, her pride snapping back to crush him, but he stoked her excitement, her nervousness, keeping her muscles loose, her breath shaky.

A sudden spike in her pulse would signal trouble, but for now, she was his, teetering on desire’s edge.

Freya’s fingers brushed his cock, hesitant, pulling back as if burned, then returning, slow and curious.

She’d said "yes" her pride already in tatters—what was left to lose?

Her hips shifted closer, bold now, her pussy grazing his tip, slick and eager.

She gulped, guiding his head along her folds, searching, until it hovered at her entrance, warm and ready.

gulp~

With a shaky breath, she pushed down, taking him in, her knees buckling slightly as she sank onto his shaft.

"Ahh~"

A loud moan tore from her lips, raw and unrestrained, pleasure flooding her as he filled her, stretching her tight walls.

Kael’s arms wrapped around her, pulling her close, his voice a soothing growl.

"You’ve done good. Leave the rest to me." He thrust gently, slow at first, his cock sliding deep, grazing her sensitive spots with every stroke.

Freya moaned, no longer fighting, her pride a distant memory as she melted into his rhythm, her body a slave to his whims.

Kael’s hand cupped her head, tilting her face to his, and he kissed her—deep, romantic, his tongue slipping past her lips to dance with hers, a sensual tangle that mirrored their bodies.

Their mouths moved together, wet and urgent, erotic sounds—soft smacks, her gasps, his low groans—mixing with the slick slide of his cock in her pussy, her juices dripping down her thighs.

Her hands clutched his shoulders, nails digging in, as he thrust faster, deeper, building a pressure that coiled tight in her core.

The tension mounted, her moans growing louder, unrestrained, her body trembling as he hit her deep with every stroke, his tongue teasing hers in sync.

Her pussy clenched, walls fluttering, the heat overwhelming—then it broke.

"AHN~!" A louder moan echoed through the kitchen, raw and shattering, as she climaxed, squirting fluids, her body convulsing, pussy pulsing around his cock, waves of pleasure crashing through her.

Her thighs shook, her breath ragged, but Kael held her steady, his thrusts slowing to let her ride it out, her mind blank, clear, just as he’d promised.

He pulled back, still hard, his hazel eyes glinting.

"Want to go more?" he asked, voice low, teasing. Freya nodded, no subtlety left, her face flushed, lips parted, her body craving more despite the aftershocks. She was his now, fully, no thread of pride to cling to.

Kael moved behind her, dropping to his knees between her legs with a grin.

His hands spread her pussy, fingers parting her slick folds, exposing her to the cool air.

He leaned in, tongue flicking her clit with a technique that was pure art—quick, feather-light laps, then slow, broad strokes, circling her bud before sucking gently, his lips sealing around it.

Freya’s thighs quivered, her moan a desperate "Ohh~" as she bent over the counter, palms flat against it for support, her face a mess—cheeks flushed, mouth open, eyes hidden but surely glazed behind the blindfold.

She was pleasure’s slave, every lick unraveling her further, her pussy dripping onto his tongue, her body arching to chase the sensation.

He worked her expertly, tongue alternating between clit and folds, dipping inside briefly to taste her, then back to sucking, his hands gripping her ass to keep her still.

Her breaths hitched, another climax building fast, her moans louder, unrestrained—then he stopped, pulling back just as she teetered on the edge.

"Why? Don’t stop!" she whined, voice raw, desperate, her hips twitching, begging for release.

Kael chuckled, standing behind her. "I’m not stopping," he said, his cock nudging her entrance again, hard and ready.

He slid in, slow and deep, filling her completely, her pussy clenching around him like a vice.

Freya moaned, bending further over the counter, her torso nearly parallel to it, her face hovering inches above the surface, her body folded at a near-right angle.

Kael thrust, steady and powerful, each stroke making her breasts jiggle, their weight swaying with the rhythm, her nipples brushing the counter’s edge, sparking new sensations.

Her moans grew louder, filling the kitchen, raw and primal, as he pounded deeper, his cock hitting every sensitive spot.

One hand slid around, fingers finding her clit, rubbing in tight, slick circles, drowning her in pleasure.

"Kael—ah~!" she gasped, her voice breaking, the dual assault—cock and fingers—pushing her over the edge again.

Her second climax hit like a storm, a loud "AHNN~!" tearing from her, her pussy pulsing, thighs shaking, body collapsing against the counter as waves of ecstasy rolled through.

Her breaths came in loud, deep gasps, chest heaving, sweat glistening on her fair skin.

Kael pulled out, his cock still hard, and grabbed her waist, straightening her torso with a gentle tug.

His arms wrapped around her, one across her chest, binding her arms, the other tight around her waist, a possessive grip that pinned her against him.

Her head lolled back, dangling loosely, her gasps slowing, her body spent but alive with aftershocks.

He felt her warmth, her surrender, his chest pressed to her back, her platinum-cyan hair tickling his chin. He gently turned her.

Then...

Kael reached up and untied the eye mask, slipping it off her eyes.