The Return of the Cannon Fodder Trillion Heiress - Chapter 659

Chapter 659: Chapter 659 The Dominant Luke
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WARNING!!!

A little more than [MATURE CONTENT] in this chapter!!!

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Hera heard the unmistakable sound of the chair being dragged against the carpeted floor as Luke positioned himself in front of her.

She could almost picture him settling into the chair, leaning back with a quiet confidence, legs crossed, fingers intertwined on his knees, all while he waited—unhurried, patient, but in control.

A shiver ran through her as she felt her breath come out in ragged gasps, a mix of nerves and mixed emotions stirring inside her.

Hera hesitated, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. She had never done this before—never even considered pleasuring herself—but Luke wasn’t giving her much time to dwell on her inexperience.

“Go on, I’m waiting…” His voice was a low growl, deep and dangerously seductive, sending a shiver through her body. The way he spoke, the way he watched her—it made her core tighten with anticipation.

“Or…” Luke leaned in slightly, his gaze smoldering. “Do you want me to teach you?”

But he didn’t move. He remained still, his restraint deliberate, making it clear that the decision was hers. He was waiting—for her words, for her surrender. For her to tell him exactly what she wanted.

For reasons she couldn’t quite understand, Hera felt a surge of boldness.

“Why don’t you enlighten me then?” she whispered, her voice trembling with a subtle whimper at the end.

The moment the words left her lips, a wave of embarrassment washed over her, cringing inwardly at how suggestive it sounded—like the words of someone far more experienced, almost teasing in their implication.

Luke caught the way her face flushed, the color trailing down her neck, and he knew—she hadn’t meant to say it like that.

Despite her past experiences with Zhane, Leo, Rafael, and Xavier, she was still innocent in many ways. And that only made the thrill sharper, the temptation deeper.

His pulse quickened at the thought—of corrupting her, of being the one to darken this blank canvas, to paint her in shades only he could create.

Without another word, silence blanketed the room, thick and suffocating. The tension only made it worse—made her hyperaware.

It felt as if she were under the unblinking gaze of a predator, one that was watching, waiting.

She felt a shudder travel her body as every hair on her body stood on end, goosebumps prickling across her skin. Her breathing quickened, each inhale sharp and unsteady, the weight of anticipation pressing down on her.

“Lu-Luke…” Hera’s voice came out as a trembling plea, barely above a whisper. “Please…” The word slipped past her lips, shaky and vulnerable.

Before she could say anything more, his index finger pressed lightly against her lips, silencing her. A low, predatory snarl rumbled from him, sending a jolt through her. Then, slowly, agonizingly, his finger began to trail downward. Every inch of skin he touched burned, as if ignited by an unseen fire.

Down her neck.

Over her collarbone.

Lower, brushing over her chest, making her breath hitch.

Lower still, skimming her stomach, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

By the time he reached her navel, Hera felt like she was unraveling. Anticipation coiled inside her like a tightening spring, her stomach twitching involuntarily. Her toes curled, and in a desperate movement, she shifted—accidentally brushing against Luke’s leg.

A sharp hiss escaped him.

The sound sent a shiver through her, making the tension between them even more unbearable.

“Baby, be patient…” he murmured, gently taking her hand and guiding it to her core. Slowly, he encouraged her to explore herself, his voice soft but firm.

“You’re doing great. Let your finger become coated with your own juices.” As he guided her further, he whispered, “Now, gently… slowly…” Having Luke teach Hera how to masturbate was so hot that Hera felt both embarrassed and thrilled that she felt her senses were on the roof.

“Ah!” Hera moaned, her gasps growing more ragged as she leaned back on her elbows against the table. The position left her completely exposed, allowing Luke an unobstructed view of every sinful detail—the way her fingers plunged in and out of her slick, aching core, the wet, obscene sounds filling the room.

While watching her, Luke deftly unbuckled her bra, letting the fabric slip away. The moment her full, supple breasts were freed, they bounced slightly, drawing a low, sultry moan from Hera’s lips.

“Hmmm…” she whimpered, the sound thick with desire, sending a shiver of satisfaction through Luke as he drank in the sight of her.

“Add one more finger,” Luke commanded, his voice dark and unwavering as he hovered over Hera. His warm breath fanned against her flushed skin, sending a wave of goosebumps cascading across her body.

As if under his spell, Hera obeyed without hesitation, sliding another finger inside her dripping pussy.

A shudder ran through her as she felt her walls clench around her fingers, the slow, deliberate motion only intensifying the bubbling excitement pooling in her core.

Luke’s hand withdrew, leaving her to pleasure herself under his watchful gaze. He straightened, his eyes burning with desire as he admired the sight before him. “Now, play with your nipples too,” he instructed, his tone laced with authority.

To emphasize his words, he flicked one stiff peak with his fingers, sending a jolt of pleasure straight through her body.

“Ah!” Hera gasped, her body arching as if electrified, the overwhelming sensations unraveling her with every touch.

Despite the overwhelming sensation, Hera still obeyed Luke’s command, her body responding instinctively to his dominance. She cupped her breast with her left hand, kneading the soft flesh while her other hand continued its slow, deliberate movements between her thighs.

The blindfold heightened every sensation—every brush of her fingertips, every pulse of pleasure coursing through her. Without sight, her awareness sharpened, amplifying the raw ecstasy flooding her veins.

Or perhaps it was the knowledge that Luke was watching her, his burning gaze tracing every curve, every movement, that made her feel even more vulnerable… and unbearably aroused.

A whimper escaped her lips as a needy ache coiled tighter within her.

This wasn’t enough. She needed more.

“Lu-Luke…” she breathed, her voice trembling with desire.

“What is it?” Luke’s voice was low and playful, carrying a hint of a smirk. “Tell me, what do you want me to do?” His words were more of a command than a question, but the heat in his tone made it sound impossibly sexy.

“I want you…” Hera whimpered, her voice barely a whisper, filled with need.

“Good girl…” Luke murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. Even without seeing him, Hera could vividly imagine the smug smirk playing on his lips.

Without another word, Luke gripped both of her ankles with one hand, effortlessly lifting her legs onto his shoulders. The shift made her breath hitch, anticipation coiling tightly in her core.

Then, without warning—

A sharp gasp tore from her throat, nearly turning into a squeal as Luke plunged his thick, throbbing cock deep inside her in one swift, forceful thrust.

Her walls stretched around him, her body instinctively tightening in response. He didn’t ease in, didn’t give her time to adjust—he claimed her all at once, burying himself to the hilt, his hips slamming against hers, his full length sheathed within her, balls-deep.

“Ah!” Hera gasped, her back arching as the fullness overwhelmed her. Her toes curled in response, and with a soft slip, her slippers tumbled off her feet.