Chapter 8 Kneading And Pinching

Chris heard Amber's excited voice because of her sexual desire, but he became even calmer. He rubbed her breasts, pinching the tip with his index finger and thumb, kneading and rubbing them slowly.

"If you want it, ask me, Amber. You should know that I'm not a good-tempered person," Chris said in a cold tone as usual, but with a hint of adore.

He had always doted on Amber before. The woman had been trained to have no dignity in terms of sex, and now she was getting dizzy as he massaged her breasts.

Her small hand hooked around his neck, panting lightly. "Chris, can't you satisfy my wishes?"

Amber's tone was a bit tearful, and after speaking, her hand reached for the zipper on his pants.

"Satisfy your wishes? You disappeared for so many years, hiding from me, and you still want me to satisfy your wishes?" Chris said as he pinched her nipple hard, causing Amber to scream out in pain, and her hand trembling as she tried to open his zipper.

Amber's sudden departure four years ago was unexpected by Chris because she had always been a timid person in front of him. She knew that Chris was a petty person who would seek revenge for any wrongs, but she never thought too much about it. Now seeing Chris's resentment towards her, she felt fear arising inside.

She knew that Louis would definitely train her to be obedient, otherwise he would not give up. Amber was still thinking about how to lie her way out of this, but then she suddenly realized that something had been inserted into her. Her lower body was already wet, so the small ball was swallowed up by her craving vagina and started to vibrate slightly inside her.

In less than a minute, Amber's whole body began to tremble, leaning against Chris's body, exhaling lightly like a small dog with her tongue sticking out, drooling from the corners of her mouth without being able to wipe it away.

She weakly pulled the man in front of her, begging for mercy, "Chris, please don't..."

Chris knew how sensitive her body was, especially since she had not been caressed for years. Amber was really uncomfortable now and felt like she was about to explode with desire.

"Its switch is in Ryan's hand, I only insert it, I don't control when it stops," Chris said with a wicked smile. His voice had also changed from the cold tone in the office to a more gentle one.

Even in the pitch-black elevator, Chris could button up her clothes one by one according to his memory, tidy up her skirt that had been taken off, and even took out a tissue from somewhere to wipe the liquid between her legs and the drool from the corners of her mouth.

"What...what are you going to do?" Amber's speech became slurred, and her voice began to tremble at the end.

She loved to moan and scream like this on the bed, wild and unrestrained. Now she clearly felt the sensation of the toy inside her gradually getting stronger, and her legs began to loosen.

"Do you," Chris said the words with emphasis, and his two fingers went into her mouth, simulating sex by thrusting in and out.

As the vibrating egg inside Amber intensified, it shook her body violently, from a light buzz to a full-blown frenzy.

Amber's hands were too weak to do anything, but she still wanted to grab hold of Chris's manhood. She felt like she couldn't hold on any longer.

Chris's fingers were still in Amber's mouth, making it impossible for her to speak. "Like it? This is the gift Ryan and I gave you for our little reunion," Chris said in a playful tone. If it weren't for his fingers in Amber's mouth, one might have thought he was a gentleman.

At first, his fingers were too rough, making Amber choke. So he slowly pulled them out and wiped the drool from her face. "Babe, welcome back," Chris whispered, biting her earlobe and breathing warm air on her neck.

There was a moment when Amber wanted to bolt, but she couldn't escape. The elevator seemed to be working in cahoots with Chris's advances. Just as he finished speaking, the elevator hummed to life, and the light above flickered on.

Amber, who had just grown accustomed to the darkness, suddenly found the brightness overwhelming and shut her eyes in discomfort. When she opened them again, the elevator had arrived at their floor and a swarm of colleagues rushed in, all of them working late and eager to go home.

They briefly greeted Chris and asked if the elevator was malfunctioning, and if he was alright.

"The elevator in this building is a relic. I'll report it first thing in the morning," Chris said in his usual cold and distant tone, with a touch of amiability.

The other employees didn't dare say anything and simply parroted his words. No one paid any attention to Amber, who was just a new employee starting today. She sat in the corner, her legs tightly crossed, her hands covering her mouth.

As the crowd piled into the elevator, she was so frightened that she squeezed her legs together even tighter, almost in tears. Fortunately, the elevator was noisy enough that the "buzzing" sound of the vibrating egg couldn't be heard over it.

And between Amber's legs, a sparkling liquid continued to flow out.