I wobbled my way to the kitchen counter, barely able to walk straight. My legs were shaking like a jelly. I placed both palms on the counter, trying to support myself. My tits still felt his grip—hard, rough, pulling from the sides, then forward, then up, then down. Every part. His fingers had squeezed everywhere, digging deep like he owned them. I was breathing hard. My nipples were stinging. Not from pain, no. From twisted pleasure that just wouldn't go away.
I didn't know getting your tits assaulted like that could feel this fucking good. His hands weren't gentle. They were cruel, punishing, brutal. Like he didn't care about anything—just how much he could squeeze, how much he could dominate them. And still, it felt so good my brain couldn't think straight.
This… this was the first time I ever felt something like that. I never knew it could feel this way. All these years, was I just living under a rock? So much I never knew. So much I never even questioned.
My head dropped down, forehead close to the counter. My face was burning with shame. I could barely breathe. I could feel the stickiness under my panties. I wasn't even touched down there, and still it felt like I was seconds away from cumming. If he had kept going—just a few minutes more—I swear I would've cum just from that. Just from having my chest groped. No kissing, no touching anywhere else. Just his hands treating my chest like some filthy toy.
I can't believe I enj-
"Heeeeeyyyyy!" Lina's voice suddenly cut through the thick sexual tension that clung to the air. Her cheerful tone shattered the twisted thoughts I was drowning in.
My body jolted slightly. I turned slowly, trying to hide the heavy breathing, the flushed face, the trembling hands gripping the counter. "Hmm, I guess I'm late," she added, walking in with that bright grin of hers.
I forced my lips to stretch into something normal. As if nothing had happened. As if my chest wasn't still throbbing from his hands. As if I hadn't just stood there, letting him grope me like I belonged to him.
Her eyes scanned the room—first landing on me, then casually shifting to him, narrowing slightly with a suspicious look. Trying to read what she had walked in on.
He was drinking water, very normally and calmly. Like he hadn't just had his hands all over me. Like he didn't just twist my nipples until I nearly came in my pants. My throat tightened.
Lina chuckled. "I guess I missed something fun," she teased, then tilted her head playfully. "So who won?"
I froze. I couldn't speak. I couldn't answer. My lips opened slightly, but no words came out. What was I supposed to say? That I lost? That I gave in? That I stood there like a weak, filthy woman and let him do whatever he wanted?
I stayed quiet, eyes glancing towards him.
There it was. His stare. Right on me.
Slow, sharp, drilling into me from the side.
That quiet, demanding glare. He didn't need to say a word. His eyes were telling me everything.
"Say it. Tell her who won. Let her know."
And my stomach bloomed. A sickening twist of fear and heat. Those eyes made my legs feel weak all over again. I lov-... hated how much power he was having over me. How he could control me with just a look. How a single stare could push me to the edge.
I swallowed hard. I wanted to resist. I wanted to look away. But I couldn't. His gaze had me trapped.
After mustering enough strength. I let out a weak, trembling voice. "I-I lost…"
It felt like the words were scraped out of my throat, forced and heavy, coated in shame. I hadn't even said them loudly—but just uttering them made my face burn. My voice sounded pathetic. So small. Like I was admitting something dirty.
Lina leaned in, tilting her head. "Huh? Sorry, I didn't hear that. What did you say?"
God. Why did she have to ask again? I wanted to stay quiet, let it pass, act like it never happened. But now I had to say it again. Louder. Clearer.
It was humiliating. Being forced to admit my own defeat, especially in that kind of game. But the worst part?
Somewhere deep inside. I... liked it. Not the game, not the loss—but the feeling. The way it made my heart pound, the way my body remembered every second of what happened. My legs still felt weak. My panties were soaked. I didn't just lose—I practically came while losing.
I could still feel the aftershocks in my thighs. My nipples ached inside my bra, tingling from where his hands had twisted and pulled at them. My pussy clenched just remembering how close I'd been to cumming like some desperate bitch, fully clothed, just from his touch.
Pathetic.
And yet… so, so thrilling.
I straightened up slightly, ignoring the heat in my cheeks, forcing the words out with a little more strength. "I lost."
There. I said it.
Lina's eyes widened, a shocked expression on her face. "Whaaaat? No way! That spot was perfect. I seriously can't believe it."
I didn't respond. What could I say?
"You lost both rounds?" she asked, almost laughing. "Then that means…" Her tone dropped to a teasing whisper, eyes gleaming. "You're getting double punishment."
I flinched. Punishment. The word hit hard.
She grinned wickedly. "Hope you're prepared for it."
Prepared?
I swallowed hard. My stomach was a mess of guilt, heat, and filthy anticipation. I didn't dare look directly at him, but I could feel his eyes on me. Watching. Waiting. Like he already had ideas.
And God help me… part of me wanted to hear them.
My thighs squeezed together instinctively. Even now, just hearing the word "punishment" made a fresh rush of wetness pool under my panties. I couldn't even pretend to be okay anymore. My body had betrayed me—just like I had betrayed everything else.
Not just a loss.
But a surrender.
A slow, pathetic descent that I couldn't stop… and maybe didn't want to.
My mind was spiraling the entire time. Even as we finished up in the kitchen, my chest throbbed with the shadow of his hands. My nipples were stiff, every brush of fabric against them felt electric. It was like his touch had imprinted on my tits, refusing to disappear. I hated how needy they felt. How my breasts actually ached for him to grope them again. How disgusting was that?
I tried pulling myself away from him every time he stepped close, tried to stay on the opposite end of the counter, but it wasn't enough. Just standing near him made my body react. His scent, his heat, his presence—everything was unbearable. And yet… a part of me wanted to lean in. Wanted him to finish what he started.
Somehow, we completed the dish. It turned out delicious, as always. He handed us the recipe and his calm expression was only humiliating me for some reason.
We left, Lina walking beside me, completely unaware. At least, I thought so.
Until she turned to me with a playful grin.
"Come on, tell me. What did I miss in there?"
My heart jumped. "N-Nothing happened," I said quickly, my voice dry. Too quick. Too stiff. I didn't even believe my own words.
She raised a brow. "Mhm. Sure. You just randomly went quiet the whole time, breathing heavy like you ran a marathon."
I knew it. I expected these questions. I blurted out the pre-made excuse I'd rehearsed in my head, low and dull. "It was just… too uncomfortable to keep it inside my mouth. So I had to pull it out."
It was hollow. A poor excuse. I wasn't even sure what I was trying to explain—my silence? My expression? My tension? I wasn't thinking straight.
Lina let out a laugh and nudged me playfully. "You know, you're horrible at lying."
I stayed silent.
"I mean, just look at you," she continued, grinning wide. "That cute flustered face, the way your ears are all red? You definitely experienced something in there. You just don't wanna say it."
I turned my head away, face flushed. I couldn't meet her eyes.
"But it's okay," she added, her voice soft but teasing. "At least you're enjoying yourself."
I froze.
Enjoying? Is that what this was?
My stomach flipped. A wet, warm wave rolled through me. Was I enjoying it? Is that why I couldn't stop thinking about his hands? His breath? The way he grabbed me?
"S-Shut up, Lina…" I muttered, trying to hide the heat rising to my cheeks. "Please don't say things like that."
She burst into laughter. "Oh my god, you're adorable when you're embarrassed."
She skipped a little ahead, still teasing. I tried to smile. I really did. But my insides were a mess. Because even if she didn't know the truth… her words still hit far too close.
Enjoying myself?
Maybe I was.