Chapter 576: Tighter Then Usual

The moment Cassius pushed open the door to the master bedroom, he didn’t hesitate for even a second.

His coat was already half-off in the hallway; now he shrugged it to the floor, yanked his shirt over his head, and stepped out of his pants in one fluid motion, leaving himself in nothing but dark undergarments.

He was not a man who liked wasting time—especially not when desire had been simmering in his veins all night.

He fully expected the usual welcome.

Soft lamplight glowing, the sweet scent of perfume in the air, and a line of his beautiful wives and maids waiting for him—some in delicate silk negligees, others in the elaborate, erotic cosplays they had started designing specifically because they knew how much he adored them.

They would be arranged like a decadent buffet, smiling coyly, eyes bright with anticipation, even though he always told them not to wait up when he was late.

Tonight, though, the room was pitch black.

Not a single lamp was lit. No gentle glow, no rustle of fabric, no soft giggles or murmured greetings.

Just darkness and silence.

Cassius paused in the doorway, brows furrowing.

That was...strange.

He stepped fully inside, letting the door click shut behind him, and padded barefoot across the plush carpet toward the massive bed at the center of the room.

When his eyes adjusted to the moonlight filtering through the curtains, he saw the bed.

And instead of the usual tangle of limbs and soft curves—five, six, sometimes more then ten women all curled together waiting for him—there was only one figure in the very middle, lying on her side, blanket pulled high, breathing slow and even in sleep.

Cassius blinked, confusion flickering for a moment before recognition clicked.

Ah.

One of those nights.

The nights when one of his wives decided she wanted him all to herself—when she quietly arranged for the others to sleep elsewhere so she could claim him alone.

A slow smile spread across his face as memory caught up.

Isabelle had told him earlier, hadn’t he?

Teasing, promising, right before everything went sideways with Joy and Carmela.

"I’ll come find you tonight, Young Master!"

And now here she was—bold enough to slip into his bed alone, blanket draped over that outrageously curvaceous body he knew so well.

Even in the dark, the outline was unmistakable: the dramatic swell of her hips, the round, plump ass that pressed against the fabric, the impossibly wide, heavy chest that rose and fell with each breath, so full it was visible even from the side.

His blood heated instantly.

Excitement—and a touch of playful anger.

That little minx had run from him earlier, distracting him with Joy, leaving him hard and frustrated all night.

Now she was here, pretending to sleep, thinking she could tease him again.

Not this time.

His arousal was already straining obviously against his underwear as he slid onto the bed with silent grace, crawling forward like a hunter stalking prey.

’Isabelle’ stirred slightly as the mattress dipped, sensing movement.

But before she could turn or speak, Cassius moved.

In one motion he was behind her, chest pressed to her back.

One strong arm snaked around her waist, yanking her flush against him until the soft, generous curve of her ass nestled perfectly against his hardened length.

His other hand clamped firmly but gently over her mouth, muffling any sound before it could escape.

Instantly he was enveloped in warmth—her body impossibly soft, yielding like heated silk and cotton combined.

’Isabelle’ jolted awake fully, panic surging through her.

"Mmm! Mmmm! Hnnn!"

Muffled squeaks and shouts vibrated against his palm as she tried desperately to speak, to call out.

Her hands flew up to grab his wrist, body twisting in sudden struggle.

But Cassius held her effortlessly, lips brushing the shell of her ear as he spoke in a low, husky growl.

"Shhh, settle down, Isabelle. Settle down."

He pressed his hips forward again, letting her feel exactly how hard she had made him.

"You escaped me last time—tricked me, ran off, even dragged Joy into it to cover your retreat."

"But tonight?"

"Tonight you’re in my bed, all alone. No sisters to help you, no distractions. You’re not going anywhere."

’Isabelle’ made more frantic, high-pitched squeaks behind his hand—fear, protest, something almost pleading in the sound.

But Cassius only chuckled, the hand around her waist sliding lower, possessively, fingers splaying across the soft curve of her belly.

"I know you’re scared." He murmured, voice thick with desire. "Scared of what your Young Master’s cock can do to a single woman all by herself."

"Normally you have the others to share the burden—easier when you all take turns showering my dick with attention, isn’t it?"

"But one woman alone, it’s exhausting. Overwhelming. No female body can handle me entirely on her own."

He let the words sink in, grinding slowly again, savoring the way her body trembled against him.

"But you...you climbed into my bed anyway. You knew exactly what would happen if I caught you here alone. You planted yourself right in the center, waiting for me."

His hand boldy slid up to cup one massive, soft breast—fingers sinking deep into warm, heavy flesh.

"So now it’s time to face the consequences of your actions, Isabelle."

He squeezed gently, thumb brushing over the peak he could feel even through fabric.

"Tonight, your Young Master is going to have his way with you thoroughly. I’m going to ravage this perfect body until you can’t think of anything but me until you remember exactly who you belong to."

’Isabelle’s muffled cries grew more desperate, body arching instinctively even as she tried to pull away.

But Cassius, interpreted every desperate muffled cry and instinctive arch of her body as Isabelle’s usual game.

That’s was to act timid, flustered, and pretend to resist just to stoke his fire higher.

She always did this: squirming, whimpering, acting shy even though they both knew how quickly she melted for him.

Tonight was no different. If anything, her struggles were turning him on even more.

Without another second of hesitation, his hand slid lower over the soft curve of her belly, fingers tracing downward with intent.

’Isabelle’ shook her head frantically side-to-side beneath his palm, muffled protests vibrating against his skin as she realized exactly where he was heading.

"Nnn! Nnnn! Hnnn!"

Her hands clutched at his forearm, trying weakly to push him away, as if terrified of what he was about to touch.

But Cassius didn’t care. He never stopped.

His fingertips brushed the smooth fabric of silky pajama pants, and he paused, annoyance flickering through the haze of lust.

"What is this, Isabelle?"

He murmured against her ear, voice low and edged with playful irritation.

"Why are you suddenly wearing pants to bed? You’re usually completely naked—bare and ready for me or at least in some teasing little lingerie set you know drives me insane. This..."

He tugged lightly at the waistband.

"This is strange. I don’t like it at all."

Before she could react further, he hooked his fingers into the fabric and dragged the pants down her legs in one smooth, insistent pull, tossing them aside.

Now there was only the thin barrier of her underwear between his skin and hers.

Her bare thighs were warm, impossibly soft against him.

Her legs also kicked reflexively, trying to close, but Cassius shifted his own leg, hooking it over hers and pinning them open with effortless strength.

"Much better." He growled approvingly. "Now...on to the real treasure."

His fingers slid forward again, gently caressing the sensitive flesh through the thin fabric.

"Mmmm!!!"

’Isabelle’ shuddered violently in his arms, a high-pitched whimper muffled against his palm as tingling heat spread through her core from his touch.

Cassius chuckled darkly, pressing closer.

"Wow, Isabelle...you’re already trembling like this?" He teased, voice husky. "I haven’t even touched your pussy directly yet, and you’re shaking so much. You must be extra eager tonight."

He nipped lightly at her earlobe.

"Well...since you’re so eager, I won’t keep you waiting any longer."

With that, he slipped his fingers fully beneath the fabric, brushing over the soft, plump mound just above her slit. He rubbed her there, savoring the warmth radiating from her.

"Hmmm! Hmmm! Hnnn!"

Isabelle’s entire body trembled harder, hips twitching involuntarily even as she tried to squirm away.

"It feels like you shaved again." He murmured appreciatively, fingers gliding smoothly over bare, silky skin. "Last time I ate you out, there was just a little soft growth like running my tongue through a field of grass."

"But tonight? Silky smooth. Soft as a baby’s bottom."

He pinched a small fold of that tender flesh between thumb and forefinger, tugging gently.

"So hot...I can just grab a handful of your pussy like this. Damn I want to bite it, devour every inch."

A helpless, muffled whimper escaped her again.

"But let’s not focus only up here." He whispered. "Let’s move a little lower..."

His fingers slid down at last, tracing the warm, slick seam of her entrance.

Shlick!

The moment he made contact, he felt it—how wet she already was. His finger glided easily up and down her plump outer lips, gathering the slickness that had already soaked through.

"Dirty girl." He breathed against her ear, voice thick with approval. "Such a filthy, dirty girl. I haven’t even done anything significant yet, and you’re already this wet? Dripping for me?"

He pressed a little harder, parting her folds slightly.

"But that’s only natural, isn’t it? I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve woken up to find you in bed beside me, staring at my face while I slept...fingers buried deep in your own pussy, touching yourself because you couldn’t wait."

He increased the pace, rubbing faster along her slit.

"Every time I asked why, you’d blush and whisper that just being near me makes you so horny you can’t help it. That my presence alone drives you wild."

His voice dropped to a possessive growl.

"You know how fucking hot that is? How irresistible it makes you?"

"Hnnn! Shlick! Mmm! Shlick!"

Her body twitched harder, hips unconsciously grinding back against his straining erection as muffled moans vibrated against his hand.

"That’s not something just any loyal maid would do." He continued, fingers moving faster. "Only someone completely devoted to her master—obedient to my cock, heart and soul would do."

"A perfect little bitch who knows exactly who she belongs to."

The word made her jolt, a fresh wave of wetness coating his fingers.

"And just for being such a loyal, devoted maid..."

He tightened the hand over her mouth, anticipating what was coming.

"It’s time I gave you your reward."

Without warning, he pushed two fingers deep inside her.

The reaction was immediate.

"Ahhhnn—!!!"

A loud, desperate moan burst against his palm—thankfully muffled—as her body convulsed, back arching sharply, inner walls clamping down hard around the sudden intrusion.

Her hips jerked, thighs trembling as though she were having a seizure.

"There we go."

Cassius held her steady, slowly pumping his fingers in and out, letting her adjust.

"You like that, don’t you? Like being fingered deep and slow by your young master?"

He curled his fingers slightly, searching for that spot he knew so well.

But then he paused, brows furrowing in genuine surprise.

"Hmm. I don’t know if it’s just me for some reason, but I will like your more tighter tonight."

He murmured, voice laced with curiosity and wonder.

"I mean, you were always tight—perfectly, deliciously tight—but today?"

"You’re extra tight. Almost like I’m fingering a virgin all over again. Like no one’s ever touched you before."

"That’s rather...strange."