Chapter 26: Disposition

Monica followed Steven back home.
They didn't speak a word on the way, and the air was stagnant, but if you paid close attention, you could feel an odd undercurrent.
Last time, when she was drunk, she didn't notice, but this time, she had the mind to take a look at Steven's home.
Located in the city center, with a view of the river, and very close to Floating Lights Court where Eric lived, it was hailed as the "Tower King" of New York.
The number of floors in Steven's apartment was also excellent. Looking out from the huge French windows in the living room, the bustling night view of New York was captivating.
Monica increasingly felt that he must be much richer than she had imagined.
The door closed behind them, and the quiet interior, along with the sound of the lock clicking, made Monica's restless mind suddenly tense.
How would Steven "dispose" of her?
They entered the door, but Steven didn't take another step forward. He put the car keys on the entrance cabinet, then turned back and pressed Monica against the door, kissing her.
Naturally, Monica resisted and tried to hide her face, but he held the back of her head firmly to keep her in place. "Don't hide," he said assertively.
She gasped, "If it's just a kiss..."
His finger slowly slid down from the back of her head, gently pinching her nape. "Kissing is just the first step," he said, looking into her eyes.
Monica looked at him wide-eyed in surprise.
"Go to bed, make love," Steven lowered his gaze, still looking into her eyes. "Have I made myself clear enough?"
She didn't expect him to be so blunt and stood still, only regaining her voice after a while. "If you... have physical needs... we can do like we did before..."
Steven lifted her up horizontally and walked towards the bedroom. "No."
Although he seemed eager, when Steven placed Monica on the bed, he suddenly became unhurried.
"Should you shower firstfirst, or should I?" Steven asked.
Monica finally couldn't help but ask. "With your conditions, it would be easy for you to find a suitable partner if you want to."
Their relationship seemed to be gradually derailing. Ever since that stormy night, everything was unfolding in an uncontrollable direction.
Monica still couldn't figure out why exactly things had turned out this way,
Steven looked at her for a moment and replied without answering the question: "Monica, have you kissed other men besides me?"
What kind of question was this? Was he mocking her lack of experience?
Monica clenched her teeth and answered reluctantly: "No, but so what? I'm only 22 years old, and in the future--"
Steven interrupted her gently: "You obviously dislike me so much, why have you only been intimate with me?"
Monica bit her lip: "...that's because you forced me!"
"Is it really only because I forced you?" He knelt on one knee on the bed, watching as Monica instinctively leaned back, reaching out and grabbing her leg, pulling her into his embrace.
"Then why didn't you report me, find someone to break my leg? I understand Msrs. Perez is not someone to be messed with lightly."
She was speechless, pushing him away in frustration. "What's gotten into you? Do you think everyone is shameless like you? The things you've done... I just... I can't bring myself to talk about it."
She turned away, furrowing her brow, her chest rising and falling rapidly, a faint blush creeping up her cheeks, spreading all the way to her ears.
Steven no longer pressed her for answers, he just smiled and pinched her earlobe. "I'll go take a shower."
The bathroom door closed, and the sound of rushing water could be heard from inside. Monica sat on the bed, still unable to imagine what was about to happen next.
She wasn't a prude, and it was understandable to experience the pleasure of sex with the right person. But she never imagined that one day, she would actually do such a thing with Steven.
Lost in her thoughts, the bathroom door opened, and Steven appeared at the doorway, gesturing to her: "Your turn."
She felt like a duck being driven onto a shelf, glaring at him fiercely before getting up and walking towards the bathroom.
Monica took an extra long time in the shower. It was so long that Steven knocked on the door and asked if she had fallen asleep inside. Only then did she reluctantly wrap herself in a towel and come out.
"Steven, let me make it clear. I don't have any emotional attachment to this. Even if we're in bed together, don't expect to use it to manipulate or humiliate me."
Monica stood by the bed, looking down at Steven, trying to maintain her authority and sternly declared, "And our relationship won't change after tonight. It's only because I'm abiding by the terms of our wager, it doesn't mean I'm surrendering to you."
"Also," Monica added, "only once."
Steven looked up at her, leisurely asking, "Anything else?"
"...that's all." Was the stern response that came.
He smiled, tapping his leg and said, "Come sit here."
Monica, seeing that her lengthy speech had no effect, became even more angry and stood in place, refusing to move. Steven leaned forward, reached out and grabbed her wrist, and pulled her over.
She sat on his lap, close to him, face to face.
Monica felt uncomfortable under his possessive gaze, and just as she was about to turn her head, he grabbed her chin and kissed her forcefully.
Desire ignited instantly, their .
Their lips intertwined deeply, the.
The tangled tongues sparked a sticky saliva sound, especially clear in the quiet room. The breaths intermingled, as if the heartbeats were entwined, trembling for each other.
He reached out and pulled her towel, and Monica was a bit unwilling, but couldn't resist him. She half-pushed and half-accepted as he stripped her bare.
He stopped the kissing motion, lowered his gaze to look at her body, his eyes burning. Monica blushed with anger and embarrassment, reaching out to cover his eyes. "…If you look again, I'll gouge out your eyes!"
He caught her fingers and kissed them, pulling her into his embrace and pressing her legs against his lower body, letting her feel his arousal. Monica was startled by the firmness and unconsciously twisted her waist in an attempt to escape, but he held her tightly and flipped her onto the bed.
As the world spun, when Monica regained her senses, she was already lying naked beneath him, his hands continuously caressing and squeezing her. Steven's hands roamed from her waist to her chest, squeezing the soft and plump breasts.
His palms pressed against the flesh, kneading and pinching her nipples, leaving light red marks on her milk-like smooth skin. Monica squirmed and trembled from the teasing sensations, making soft moaning sounds like a small cat.
He leaned down to lick and suck on her breasts, teasing her nipples with his tongue. Monica held onto his head, unable to stop moaning and gasping, her gaze fixed on the ceiling lights, feeling as if her sight was blurred by mist.
After he had thoroughly enjoyed both of her breasts, instead of rushing to get up, Steven continued to kiss and suckle along the lower edge of her breasts, down to her abdomen, and further down.
Before Monica could react, he lowered his head, spreading her legs apart, and sucked on her most sensitive spot.
Steven had licked her there before, but this time was different. He sucked on the tender flesh of her core, his tongue forcefully licking her entrance and urethral opening, igniting a wave of tingling sensations.
Then, he forcefully sucked on her clitoris, occasionally rubbing it with the tip of his tongue, unpredictable and rhythmic, rendering her completely unable to anticipate.
The pleasure surged like a tidal wave, causing Monica's waist and abdomen to convulse intensely, her head thrown back as she moaned and cried out in ecstasy. She was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she couldn't even form coherent words, and the pillows she clutched became disheveled.misshapen.
Her tiny clitoris was swollen from his sucking, and the touch of a finger made her entrance sensitively wet. He then released it and continued to lick downward, accurately pressing against the vibrant, wet, and red entrance.
His movements suddenly stopped, and Monica thought it was over, giving her a chance to catch her breath and gradually relax her body. But the next second, Steven sucked on her entrance with force.
"Ah!"
Even when Steven had pleasured her before, whether it was with his hands or his mouth, he had only lightly grazed her entrance from the outside. This was the first time Monica felt the immense and unfamiliar pleasure coming from between her legs and within her core.
"Mmm...don't...don't suck…" she stuttered, crying and moaning. "It's too intense...don't suck there... I can't hold back...please, I beg you..."
Steven's tongue probed and stirred her entrance, exploring the territory that had never been visited before. Every time he licked a bit, he would suck forcefully, and at the same time, he used his fingertips to pinch and tease her clitoris. Monica couldn't bear it, feeling as if her soul was being sucked out by him.
Cautiously, she thought she would die in his mouth, her voice trembling and begging, her legs pressing and grinding uncontrollably on his back.
After a few thrusts, she tightened her body, whimpering and crying out in climax. This orgasm came particularly fierce, and she couldn't recover for a while, her legs sprayed with fluid, soaking the sheets.
While she was trembling in orgasm, Steven licked between her legs again, causing her to involuntarily cry out. He stood up and pinched her wonderfully soft buttocks, teasingly asking, "Does it feel good?"
Monica's response was a sob.
He looked at the wet, redness between her legs, her small opening still dripping with fluid from the recent orgasm. Steven reached out his finger and slowly inserted it into her wet opening.
Monica was in a daze, when suddenly her opening was invaded, she instinctively tried to twist her waist and escape, but he held her down and whispered, "It's okay, it's just a finger."
He gradually explored inside, patiently stretching her. Her sensitive and wet opening, still trembling from the climax, made it a bit difficult for him to insert, as if her opening was clenching his finger and sucking him in.
Monica moaned softly, collapsing weakly under him, feeling uncomfortable, yet somehow pleasurable.
Steven's fingertips lightly probed inside her opening, gently squeezing and rubbing, and when he felt her body relax, he slowly and gently added another finger, his fingers pushing in until her opening completely engulfed his fingers, the opening clinging tightly to the base of his fingers.
With three fingers nestled inside, he began to move them slowly, stirring deep within the opening.
Monica held onto his arm, her breath quick and panting, instinctively matching his movements with her trembling waist. Her eyes were misty and confused, on the verge of tears.
Suddenly, he stopped.
This unexpected pause confused Monica, as if her body was suspended, caught between discomfort and relief. She opened her eyes and looked at him blankly.
He chuckled softly and resumed his finger's movements, saying, "You little glutton."
Monica was already weak and surrendered by the time he brought her to another climax with his fingers.
She sank into the sheets, feeling a strong numbness in her legs. He teased her with his mouth and hands, making her incredibly sensitive, with each touch releasing countless droplets of fluid.
Amidst her hazy panting, she heard the sound of a condom being torn open.
Regaining her senses, she saw that Steven had put on the condom and leaned down to kiss her.
His entire body pressed against her legs, the already erect penis poking at her saturated opening.
"It might hurt a little," he spoke softly, his voice filled with infinite tenderness. "I'll go slow, but if it hurts, let me know."
Monica mumbled in a daze, her cheeks flushed with desire, as she unfolded in a beautiful and enchanting manner beneath him, unable to take her eyes off him.
He kissed her lips, held her waist, and aimed at her entrance. Slowly, he pushed forward, inch by inch.
**Chapter 27: Desire**