Chapter 227: The pleasure controller (R-18)
"You... ahhh... are... ngh... no good..." Katherine moaned, her voice trembling as she struggled to steady her shivering legs. Cassian had been relentlessly teasing her breasts for what felt like hours, his focus solely on them now that they were bare. Her nipples stood firm, a deep reddish hue spreading around them as his fingers pinched, rubbed, and teased, his mouth alternately sucking and grazing her sensitive skin. Floating in the air at an exhilarating speed, Katherine attempted to push his head away, her voice breaking between gasps as she pleaded, "Ahh... we're near... ngh... the city... ahhh, stop...!"
But Cassian didn't relent, his relentless attention making her breasts increasingly sensitive. He had already coaxed a powerful orgasm from her—so intense it left her trembling—but that had been nearly two hours ago. Despite his continued teasing, she hadn't come again, and she couldn't understand why. His hands and mouth hadn't stopped their torment, yet her body refused to tip over the edge once more, leaving her caught in an agonizing loop of pleasure just shy of release.
Each time she felt the climax building, it lingered tantalizingly close, only heightening the sensitivity of her body. She wasn't sure if it was something Cassian was intentionally doing or if her own body was betraying her. Either way, she desperately wanted him to stop—any more, and she wouldn't be able to resist succumbing to an orgasm on her own, something she was determined not to do in front of him.
Cassian, noticing her flushed, moaning face, smirked. He let her now overly sensitive nipple slip from his mouth with a deliberate pull, leaving it glistening with his saliva and marked with faint bites on its reddened skin. "Like I said," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, "I'll stop when we reach the city. And from what I can see... there's no city in sight."
Saying this, he captured her lips in a hungry, lingering kiss, one filled with a need that left her tongue tingling and her lips aching. As their mouths moved together, he murmured against her, "So just let me enjoy your body a little longer."
It would have surprised anyone to see Cassandra allowing Cassian to take such liberties. He wasn't offering her anything in return for his relentless teasing—only a simple promise that he wouldn't seduce her into going further and that he'd stop once they reached the city.
She could have refused him in the first place—and even now—but she found herself letting him push her boundaries. Why she allowed it, only Cassandra knew. Now, she was in a real predicament as Cassian squeezed both her breasts, his fingers skillfully rubbing her impossibly sensitive nipples. They had become so tender that even the slightest touch drew loud moans from her lips and sent shivers coursing through her body.
The overwhelming sensations made her realize just how sensitive she could be, forcing her to see her own body in a new light. The way Cassian touched her, almost reverent in his worship-like attention to her breasts, left her unable to do anything but marvel at them herself. For the first time, she couldn't help but appreciate their allure as much as he seemed to.
Everyone might describe their shape as round, but Cassandra saw them differently—slightly elongated, tapering gently toward the front. The ends weren't perfectly round either, with her hardened nipples standing prominently, now resembling plump cherries. Her breasts were full and firm, with no sag, carrying just a touch more fullness at the bottom that gave them a flawless, natural curve.
Their color and overall shape exuded an undeniable sensuality, and as she gazed at them, she couldn't help but feel a newfound appreciation. The way they responded to her own touch and the overwhelming sensations Cassian evoked made her understand why he, as a man, might find them utterly irresistible—perhaps even more so than she did herself.
She felt a flicker of happiness from receiving so much attention to her body, but deep down, she resolved that this would be the last time. Once they reached the city, she would put a stop to this—she had to. After all, he was her friend's boyfriend, and she couldn't let this continue. Determined, she made a firm promise to herself: she would stop him sternly after this.
But as that thought solidified in her mind, a loud moan escaped her lips. Closing her eyes tightly, she whispered to herself, 'I won't let him push me again...' Yet, as she spoke the words, a powerful tingle flared between her legs, impossible to ignore. She instinctively rubbed her thighs together, trying to ease the itch, but it was futile—it only heightened the sensation. Her resolve wavered as her mind whispered a quieter, more honest thought: 'Just after he makes me cum...'
The pace of their flight slowed, and as Cassian's mouth remained latched to her breast, sucking and teasing her sensitive skin, she found herself grinding against him, her hips pressing her needy core into his body in search of relief.
Unable to find any real relief beyond the faint pressure of his bulge pressing against the bottom of her stomach, she instinctively pushed his head further into her chest. She didn't care if Cassian realized what she wanted—she refused to say it out loud or touch herself to ease the ache. She knew she could solve this predicament easily if she did, but for some reason, she craved something more.
She wanted him to be the one to push her over the edge, to make her orgasm. The thought of surrendering that control to Cassian, of him being the one to unravel her completely, only heightened the heat coursing through her body.
Cassian, having spent the past month studying both human and cloned bodies, had made significant progress in perfecting massage techniques for the upper body. Along the way, he had also discovered methods to control and amplify pleasure with precise mastery. Now, he was putting those newfound skills to use on her, intent on guiding her to submit to the sensations, ensuring she experienced the release she sought—if she truly needed it.
As she arched her back, silently urging him to suck harder on her generous mounds, he obliged. Taking each one in his hands, he pressed them together, causing their hardened nipples to rub against each other. Then, with a practiced intensity, he leaned forward and took both into his mouth at once, his tongue skillfully teasing and stroking them as his lips lavished them with attention.