Mr. Paralyzed's Bed
Chapter 12

... Warning!!!...

A dark room with a glimmer of light from a lit candle in the corner of the room. The sound of the violin was still clearly heard. The fragrance of the therapeutic scent that had been ignited since. All of them seemed to be present as witnesses of a cooperation that they would do.

After closing her eyes, Aishe could feel Diego's sudden hand movements in her neck. The fingers were cold, maybe it was because the AC temperature was too low, Aishe thought.

The fingers slowly rose upwards, stroked the temple a few times and then descended downwards. He seemed to be following every curve of Aishe's face. From the forehead, down to the nose, then to the lips. 

The fear that had been haunting Aishe had somehow suddenly disappeared, as Diego's breath dropped by his neck. Each breath he exhales, as it is absorbed by the pores and goes inside, triggering one of the hormones that drive arousal.

His fingers rubbed Aishe's lips, while his lips sipped on his neck tightly, making some of the girl's melts come out freely. 

"Aahh, sir."

His lips and hands moved at the same time. Now, the big hand was trying to open the rope of the dress he was wearing. While his lips, managed to break into the mouth.

The fragrance of high-quality wine, can smell and feel so alluring. For some reason, Aishe who had never done anything like this, seemed to be able to do it very well.

Perhaps, the wine still left on his tongue helped do this well. 

"Sir, what did you just drink?" I asked as she let go of her lips.

"Why, you want to?" 

Aishe nodded quickly and she immediately told him to come down and stand on the spot. A few seconds later, he took Aishe's hand, and made her hold the glass properly.

"Domaine de la Romanee Conti, ninety years. This is one of my favorite wines. Try it!"

By the time he gave the glass, Aishe was already able to smell the scent. Now he knows, the reason Diego likes this wine is when Aishe sips it slowly.

Aishe's hope at that time was only one. Hopefully by drinking that wine, he can satisfy the man somehow. 

This time I cannot fail.

After finishing one glass. Diego grabs Aishe's hand again and takes her to the edge of the bed. 

"Do you need help taking your clothes off?" ask Aishe.

"No need!" His tone sounded high, and almost made Aishe's heart loose.

A few moments passed. Aishe suddenly felt someone pull a hand until she fell backwards. Then, the hand uncontrollably fumbled and took off my clothes quickly. 

Aishe was not even aware of how all the clothes on her body disappeared and did not leave a single strand.

After everything was gone, Diego again pulled his hand. Making Aishe change position to kneel with two legs slightly widened. Aishe did not dare to ask anything, especially when that big hand came into action. 

Squeezing, twisting, putting it into the most sensitive part. And, for some time, the boneless tongue entered the mouth.

Aishe was almost made unsure about who touched her body. Diego felt like a different man to him who had been sitting in an afternoon chair and holding him. But when the two tongues clashed with each other's skills, he was a little sure of the rest of the wine felt in his mouth.

"Ahh .. Mr." Auction after auction came out, as the fingers that had been inside, started to move forward and backward. The longer, the stronger and itens. There was a strange feeling that suddenly made Aishe's entire body turn hot.

The turmoil of passion that he had never felt, literally flowed from the movement of his fingers and his gentle sip on one of Aishe's chewy lumps.

"Aaahhh .. I can't take it anymore, sir. Aaghh, by the way,"

The pull and push get stronger, giving the impression that so. Until in the end, Aishe managed to reach a point that I don't know what it is. The point where the feeling of ticklish, sore, yet delicious, mixed into one. 

Aishe squeezes a strong back that feels hard. "Aaahh .. aaahh - huh," he said. His legs seemed to move by themselves, flanking the two thighs that had been under him since.

After a sigh that Aishe thought was too embarrassing. Diego grabs Aishe's hip, and pulls her down. Until something similar like a banana, with a large enough curved line, slowly went inside.

This time it felt quite uncomfortable, painful, and painful. 

"Tu-sir - aahhh, sick." Aishe stuck the newly carved nails into Diego's shoulders

The more it entered, the more it penetrated the deepest part, the stronger the pain Aishe felt. 

"Why, have you given up?" 

Remembering, Diego had been silent since then silent noiseless. But as Aishe groaned in pain, she began to respond. Yes, voice responses only, not actions.

A few strands of hair that were on the chest, suddenly in the window to the back. Aishe again felt the breath of Diego who felt warm and still smelled the smell of wine, just as the thin feathers were rubbed on the shoulders. Along with that, he pulled my hip back down, until his thing went in completely.

"Aahh .. Mr." Aishe turned her one hand and gripped Diego's hair firmly. Clutching the man's head between two cold, wet hemispheres of mount fuji.

It hurts, it hurts so much. I think it's a game that's not too painful for adults. But I was wrong, wrong.

"Relax, don't strain. The pain is just the beginning."

I don't know what magic is in every man's words. Each word is able to make Aishe feel much better, even pain in the sensitive part is also reduced.

"Much better?" asked Diego who was answered with a few nods from Aishe.

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...☆TBC☆...