The Villianess story: A 100 ways to kill your husband-Chapter 359: Begging won’t help

Her throat was hoarse, her body shaking slightly against him. She did not know what type of punishment was this but she didn’t think she hated it.

They were the only ones here; it was their little world. Her throat went dry; she nervously swallowed, feeling the hardness that was restrained against his trousers on her. Cedric hissed his warm breath fanning against his bosom.

Her clear milk skin now had a hint of red, thanks to how long he had been sucking it. "It doesn’t look like I am the one getting punished, Cedric." She teased him with a grin on her face.

Cedric scoffed at her, withdrawing from her bosom. "It is too early to know." He said, his hand still holding her as the other started to button his trousers to get rid of it.

Her insides clenched and squeezed in anticipation. There was no way he was planning to have sex with her against a tree. As much as she dreaded it under the rain a part of her wanted to know what it would feel like.

His trousers were drawn down, still supported by his thighs. She was tempted to stare at it but stopped herself. The air suddenly felt heavier to breathe. Cedric then pulled out his member from the remaining undergarments he had on.

And boy was that monster ready to ravage her. Her tongue quickly rolled over her lips, her body pressing more closely after the tree trunk. What was he going to do next?

Cedric stood back to give her some space; then his commanding voice followed. "Pull down your trousers, dear Abby." The way he called her name left her breathless.

She didn’t protest and quickly pulled down her trousers to her thighs, including her panties. There she stood with her flower exposed for his gaze under the rain.

Shame, Did she feel any shame? What was shame in the first place because, to her, that word meant nothing when she was before him? The same man whose tongue had made her shudder as she released into his mouth.

She felt absolutely no shame before him. "You are beautiful, Aby, Dangerously beautiful. I get more scared each day knowing I am not the only one who sees your beauty, but at least I will make sure I am the only one who touches your beautiful edges."

Her heart started pounding loud enough for her ears. Ever since he confessed his affection, Cedric never held back from saying what was on his mind. He enjoyed watching how she would react. He loved the red colour on her face she didn’t bother to hide

"It feels weird hearing you say such words." She muttered, her blue eyes locked with his gold orbs. Her bosoms down to her flower were exposed for his view, his eyes alone.

Cedric took a while, his eyes tracing her body; this was more seductive. The rain made her clothes cling more to her body.

Her gaze was so intense she got heated up and was tempted to press her legs together. He stopped her, placing his hand between her legs, dangerously close to her flower; a shaky breath left her lips.

"I didn’t tell you to close them. Keep them open for me, or your punishment will be worse." His voice drawled, thick with desire. She nodded obeying him as her legs relaxed.

His hand then trailed up her skin between her legs, the sparks making his touch electrifying. She screamed her body pressed against the tree trunk as the sound of skin striking against each other echoed.

He slapped her down there, then his finger plunged inside playing with the surface as he felt her wetness and warmth.

"You are already wet for me. Too bad." He snickered with amusement in his voice. All she could do was glare but it seemed he enjoyed her glares.

"You really enjoy getting on my nerves, Prince Cedric." She sneered at him.

His smile was still there, his fingers withdrawing from her inside as he started playing with the surface, teasing her clit.

"I am fine with it, as long as I am constantly on your mind even if it is because of hatred. As long as I still have space and I am not air to you." He admitted.

"You have gone mad," she didn’t understand his insanity. Oh dear, it was hard keeping a conversation when his fingers kept on playing with the surface and refusing to go in.

"I was always mad, but I think my madness increases every day as my love grows." Cedric withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his member

She could not retort because all her mind was on the hot, ragging member rubbing her at the surface, teasing her to stop.

Her insides begged for him to go in but he refused. Was this the punishment he had in mind?

She bit her lower lip to hold her moans that were still aroused despite how painfully she needed him in her. He was so close yet still far.

"Don’t bother begging because it won’t work," he warned before she could beg.

His hand was firmly on her waist as he continued rubbing his tip, which was already leaking his milky seeds, against her entrance. His labia and clit were put in hell, but her folds were in a greater hell.

She took back what she said earlier because this was truly a punishment. "You are pure evil" her slutty mouth could not help but cause.

"But not as evil as you for making me fall for you." He retorted, making her more mad; how was this her fault? She wrapped her hands around his neck spreading her legs more for him, hoping he had a bit of consciousness to end this torture

How bad did she have to urge him to plunge into her even if his size was going to rip her insides?

She continued to moan at the painful pleasure.

Her body shuddered, and her eyes rolled. Her head threw back and she came on him. He didn’t even have to go in to make her release for him. Cedric hissed, as the scent of her arousal grew.

He gritted his teeth and continued his punishment, and shortly after, his seeds spilt between her legs. The warm liquid that oozed down reminded her of his sly punishment.

Abrielle collapsed on him, his hands wrapped around her back, giving her a sense of warmth after a crazy ride. "I will get back at you for this." She swore, her face leaning on his shoulders.

He smiled, "Dear Abby, I can’t wait."