Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 720: Learning The Safe Word

"I’m sure, Ronan. I also want to know how far you can do it," said Arielle innocently, making Ronan raise his eyebrows.

"You challenge me?"

Arielle simply nodded.

"Okay, then listen carefully. I will ignore your every request. Even when you say you want to stop, I will still continue. If you say to do it slower, I will do it harder. If you cry, it’s even better because it will bring me more satisfaction. Do you understand my words?"

Arielle raised her forefinger and clapped it lightly on Ronan’s hand, which was holding it above her head.

"Teacher, can I ask?"

Ronan was a bit taken aback upon hearing Arielle’s words. His heart was beating very fast. He had never been interested in role playing. Even during his past experiences, several of his women tried to ask him to play roles, but Ronan always refused because it seemed ridiculous to him. However, when Arielle did it unconsciously, it actually awakened something that he had never known.

Damn! If it was like this, he would be the one getting a heart attack because of Arielle. To think of him as a teacher at a time like this made Ronan get even harder down there.

He knew that Arielle did it only because the girl felt that she was being taught and wanted to lessen up the atmosphere between the two of them, which was a bit awkward before.

"So no matter what, I just need to give up myself to you, right?"

"Ah, but if what I do to you is beyond your capacity and you feel I have gone too far, you can use a safe word."

"Safe word?"

"Hm-hm, a word that has absolutely nothing to do with sexual activity. It will be a sign for me that you are no longer able to continue."

"The word that has anything to do with sexual activity? Can I choose anything?"

"Anything, but don’t use a name. It will sound really weird."

Arielle tried to think of the most random word that had nothing to do with sexual activity. Her gaze swept around the room in thought and found the teacup, which Ronan barely touched.

"How about tea?" asked Arielle in confirmation.

"Sure. Remember it carefully. If you can’t take it anymore say tea, got it? Besides that, I will never listen to any of your whining," said Ronan who tried to remind Arielle of the safe word that the girl had chosen.

Arielle nodded in understanding, and Ronan brought his face closer to kiss her again.

It was different from when they first kissed, which was gentle and soft. Now, Ronan let his instincts take over, like animals that were in a period of mating. So rushed and rough.

Arielle already agreed with this. She had already given her consent, so she could not protest. Ronan released his hand and held Arielle’s chin to keep her mouth open.

Feeling relieved because her hand was released from Ronan’s strong grip, Arielle wanted to wrap her arms around the man’s shoulders until Ronan held her back and pressed her hands more roughly above her head.

Arielle was taken aback because Ronan had never been this rough before. When she opened her eyes, she found the man shaking his head. Did that mean Ronan didn’t want to be touched?

"I understand. I won’t touch you," said Arielle, making Ronan smile with satisfaction.

The man’s kisses moved down to Arielle’s neck, biting it harder and sucking on the part of the bite mark he made a few months ago. Arielle started to moan because that part was one of her most sensitive areas. Even a touch of a hand could make her moan, so being sucked hard made her almost groaning loud.

Ronan continued to move down. He didn’t see any ribbons or buttons on Arielle’s evening gown. Even as he touched her back, he still couldn’t find anything to take off the girl’s gown. Ronan lifted the evening gown over Arielle’s head and threw it away on the floor.

Ronan’s hand, which was already warm, squeezed Arielle’s breasts roughly. He played them in his hands and occasionally flicked the buds. Arielle wanted to touch Ronan’s hands, but she remembered that the man didn’t want to be touched. Every time Ronan squeezed her breasts, she moaned and trembled.

Ronan climbed onto Arielle’s feet and held the girl while he played with the two molds that fit perfectly in his hands.

Ronan hadn’t gotten the chance to make love during their trip, and he would use this opportunity to do it as much as he wanted. Besides, the night was still long. Arielle could rest on the carriage tomorrow if she was too exhausted. He would prepare a special carriage for Arielle so she wouldn’t be in the same carriage as Irene.

Ronan touched Arielle’s panties and used his middle finger to touch the girl’s vagina. He smirked upon finding his finger instantly got wet. Ronan licked his finger briefly and lifted Arielle’s hips to tease her through the thin white cloth.

Arielle, who was aroused, instantly gripped Ronan’s hair, which was already between her thighs. She forgot about the man’s order for not touching him. Ronan chuckled lightly, then straightened up his body, making Arielle shake her head slowly because she felt lost.

Ronan took off his belt, grabbed Arielle’s hands, and skillfully tied them together.

"Ro-Ronan?"

"Shh... didn’t I hint that I don’t want to be touched?" Ronan asked coldly.

Arielle could only nod nervously. Ronan felt very cold. She seemed to be touched by another man at the moment. Ronan put his wife’s hand above her head again and touched her lips, which were red from being bitten too hard.

Those lips looked so sensual that Ronan accidentally put his index finger into the girl’s mouth. His breath got rougher when Arielle sucked his finger.

"Ah ... that’s what you want?"

Arielle began to be able to read the situation. Her husband wanted her to obey him completely. And again, she just nodded.

Ronan bit his lip to keep himself from being too excited because Arielle was so obedient. And this was what he wanted.

"Then, tonight, I am your master."