<span style="font-family:Arapey">Celeste thought she was free.. The young angel thought that he had his fill of her inexperienced form but when he stood up and began to move his fingers against her most intimate spots she felt her breaths grow ragged and she bit down onto her lower lip as her hands balled into fists. She pulled her hands against the restraints and she let out a shiver as she felt his breath against her ear. Celeste felt husky breaths slip from her lips as his fingers moved against her clit and when his words hit her ear, she was strangely intoxicated by his touch. Her eyes began to close as she felt his breath against her and she felt embarrassment begin to envelop her in a conflicting lust. She wanted to protest that she didn't belong to anyone, but she could only let out a hot breath. Celeste didn't understand why she was reacting in such a lewd way, but she was beginning to hate herself for it. Celeste listened to his every word, and she wanted to scream that the reason they died was for his foolish decisions.. For his sacrificing people for his own selfish gain.. But she couldn't. <br/>
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Celeste clamped her lips shut and she tightened her fingers into a fist and whimpered against him, his fingers reaching depths Celeste didn't even know that she had. With a shiver she bit down onto her lower lip and felt eyes widen as she felt her legs spread. She quickly shook her head and whined before the last bits of clothes on her body were gone. Swimming in red, Celeste could feel how hot her face had gotten and even though her hips wiggled in protest, trying to move away from him she made no leeway. Celeste was about to open her mouth and tell him how horrible he was being, but her granted words held conditions and she quickly buried her face in his desk. He couldn't be serious! It was so indecent and.. And sinful. Her eyes looked down and she shook her head quickly as she felt the tinge of pain begin to spread throughout her arms. <br/>
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She wanted to cry.. To say that he was a monster, but she couldn't. The young angel trembled against his desk and sniffled as she replayed his words over in her head and when he leaned forward, pressing his thumb against her most forbidden spot her eyes widened. He.. He couldn't! When he pulled away a sudden wave of relief hit her and as the brunette hair swept away from her face Celeste looked up at him with shame across her gaze.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"> "I.." </span>Shivering against the wooden desk Celeste felt a tear fall down her cheek as the purity she held so dear was beginning to grow tainted. With a dry throat she swallowed hard and her hands balled into tighter fists, her knuckles white.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"Wh-When you.. When I.."</span> Every time she was close to saying something remarkably lewd, nerves would build up in her chest. With a sigh of regret she shut her eyes, like she was thinking in her mind and not actually saying the words outloud.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff"> "When I felt.. You against my tongue I had never tasted something so divine."</span> She blinked a few times and felt her cheek against the desk before her trembling fingers rested on the desk. She let out a cool breath before shutting her gaze once more. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"And.. Your fingers.. It's like.. You light a fire in me and I.. I can't fight it."</span> Her eyes shut and she looked away before biting down on her lower lip. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">"I.. I can't do this.. It's.. It's mortifying."</span> It was almost like she didn't believe she had just admitted to enjoying his torment and how he teased her. Celeste would never admit it, but she was beginning to crave more of it.. No matter how cruel he was to her. One moment he was whipping her for her mistakes and how he was teasing and touching her in ways that she couldn't understand? Emelyn didn't make sense to Celeste.. But gods was she lucky she found him.</span>