Depraved Noble: Forced To Live The Debaucherous Life Of An Evil Noble!

Cassius's hands lingered on Isabelle's hips, his fingers still slick with soap as he savored the warmth of her trembling body pressed against him, her soft moans echoing faintly in the steamy bathroom.

He then pulled back just enough to let his gaze rake over her, a dark, hungry glint sparking in his eyes as his hands slid lower, tracing the lush, generous curve of her ass with a slow, deliberate reverence. "Next..." He said, his voice dripping with a raw, sultry edge that sent a shiver racing down her spine. "I've got to clean the place that's probably the dirtiest...I'm gonna scrub it so thorough it'll be pristine."

Isabelle tilted her head, her damp hair clinging to her flushed cheeks, her breath still uneven from the pleasure he'd already coaxed from her. "What place, Young Master?" She asked, her words a soft, innocent whisper, her blue eyes shimmering with curiosity as she glanced back at him, her full lips parted slightly in anticipation.

In response, he leaned in, his breath hot against the delicate shell of her ear as his hands sank into the plump, fleshy mounds of her ass, squeezing them with a bold, possessive grip that made her gasp, her spine arching instinctively.

"Your butt, Isabelle." He murmured, his words laced with a wicked promise as his fingers kneaded her cheeks, digging into the soft, yielding flesh until it dimpled under his touch. "This gorgeous, filthy little ass—it needs my attention, and I'm gonna give it everything."

Her eyes widened to saucers, a sharp, flustered squeak bursting from her throat as a fiery blush erupted across her face, staining her cheeks and neck a deep, rosy red. "M-My butt?!" She stammered, her voice quivering with shock and mortification as she twisted in his arms, her small hands flying up to shield her face. "Young Master—No, that's...That's too much! It's so—so private, so dirty! You can't possibly mean that!"

Cassius let out a low chuckle, the sound vibrating through his chest as he pressed himself closer, his broad frame looming over her petite one, his hands never leaving her ass.

He squeezed harder, his palms molding to her curves as he spread her cheeks just enough to tease her with the sensation, his touch radiating a commanding warmth.

"Oh, I mean it, Isabelle." He said, his eyes glinting with a fierce, playful hunger as he massaged her flesh, his fingers sinking deeper into the plump, juicy mounds. "This ass is stunning too stunning—so thick, so round, so damn delicious and I can't possibly leave it all neglected. It'd be a crime."

"...So, come on now—spread it wide for me. Let me clean you proper, make it feel so good you'll melt."

Isabelle's breath caught in her throat, her body stiffening as a torrent of reluctance flooded her senses, her mind spinning in a chaotic whirl of shame and forbidden intrigue.

'My...My ass? Spread it for him?' She thought, her heart hammering against her ribcage as her hands hovered uncertainly. 'It's too much—too embarrassing! He wants to touch me there, see me there—it's so naughty, so wrong!'

Her knees pressed together, her thighs quivering as she shook her head, her voice muffled and shaky. "No-No, Young Master, I can't! It's too...Too strange—I'll wash it myself, please, don't make me!"

But Cassius didn't back off, his hands working her ass with a slow, coaxing rhythm, his fingers kneading the soft flesh with a tender insistence that sent tingles racing up her spine.

He then nuzzled her neck, his lips brushing her skin as he spoke, his words soft and persuasive, wrapped in a quiet, adoring warmth.

"Hey, don't be shy now." He urged, his breath fanning over her ear as he squeezed her cheeks gently, his thumbs tracing the edges of her crack. "Your butt's a masterpiece, Isabelle—so plump, so sexy and I've been aching to get my hands on it."

"...So, just let me take care of you, Isabelle. I swear it'll feel amazing—just trust me, alright? You're too beautiful to hide from me."

Her resolve wavered, his praise sinking into her like a warm tide, stirring a hesitant flicker of heat beneath her embarrassment.

'He thinks it's...sexy? That part of me is a masterpiece?'

She thought, her mind reeling as she peeked at him through the gaps in her fingers, his intense gaze locking onto hers with a sincerity that made her stomach flutter.

'He's so gentle, so sure—maybe...maybe it's not so bad?'

Her throat went dry, her hands trembling as she slowly lowered them, her voice a faint, quivering whisper. "O-Okay, Young Master...If...If you really want to..."

"That's my girl." He said, his grin stretching wide with a mix of triumph and unrestrained desire as he guided her hands to her own ass, his fingers brushing hers with a gentle nudge. "Go on—spread it wide. Show me every inch."

Isabelle's heart pounded, her breath shallow as she swallowed hard, her fingers sinking into the soft, pliant flesh of her cheeks. And with a slow, reluctant grace, she pulled them apart, spreading her ass wide, her thick, juicy mounds parting to reveal the tight, pink ring of her anus, glistening faintly in the steamy light.

The cool air kissed her exposed skin, sending a shiver racing through her as Cassius's eyes darkened, his breath catching audibly in his throat.

"Just, look at that." He gasped, his voice full of spicy, primal hunger as he grabbed the bar of soap, lathering it between his hands until thick, creamy bubbles dripped from his fingers. "So dirty, so damn naughty—that tight little hole's begging for me to clean it up, isn't it? And it's my duty as your master to keep your clean isn't it, Isabelle?"

He pressed a soapy finger against her anus, the slick lather coating her sensitive rim as he began scrubbing in slow, deliberate circles, his touch firm yet tantalizingly sensual.

"Stroke!♡~ Rub!♡~ Slide!♡~ Glide!♡~ Press!♡

Isabelle's body jolted, a sharp, trembling moan spilling from her lips as the sensation hit her like a bolt of lightning, her anus clenching instinctively against his finger.

'O-Oh gods, he's really doing it!' She thought, her mind a chaotic swirl of shock and rising ecstasy as his finger teased her tight, puckered hole, the soap slippery and warm against her skin. 'It's so...so hot, so strange—I shouldn't feel this, but it's burning me up inside!'

"Flick!♡~ Roll!♡~ Tap!♡ Push!♡~ Stretch!♡~"

Her thighs quaked, her hands tightening on her cheeks as she held herself open, her breath escaping in short, ragged bursts that fogged the air.

"Feel that?" Cassius murmured, his eyes locked on her anus as he scrubbed harder, his finger pressing with a slow pressure that circled her rim, the soap bubbling thickly around her pink flesh. "So filthy, so tight—I love how it looks, Isabelle, all pink and needy, twitching under my hands. I gotta clean every bit of this naughty little hole—make it gleam for me."

"Swipe!♡~ Brush!♡~ Slip!♡~ Slick!♡ Swirl!♡~"

His other hand gripped her cheek, spreading her wider as he rubbed the soap deeper, his finger sliding along her anus with a slick, erotic friction, pressing just enough to hint at breaching her without slipping inside, the sensation raw and overwhelming.

"Ahhh!♡~ Stop!♡~ Mmph!♡~ You shouldn't!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Oooh!♡~"

Isabelle's moans grew louder, her reluctance dissolving into a haze of molten pleasure as her body surrendered to the fiery, forbidden touch.

Her back arched, her plump ass pushing back against his hand as her anus pulsed under his scrubbing, the soap's warmth mingling with the roughness of his finger to send waves of heat crashing through her.

'He's...He's touching me so deep—so wild!' She thought, her mind spiraling as her body betrayed her, her pussy clenching with every stroke, a slick wetness dripping down her thighs. 'It's dirty, it's wrong, but—oh, I can't stop it! It's too good too much!'

"Young Master!" She cried, her voice breaking into a high, needy whimper as she rocked against him, her embarrassment swallowed by the tidal wave of pleasure flooding her senses. "It's—it's so intense!♡~ I...I didn't know it'd feel so...so hot!♡~ Ahh!♡~"

He chuckled, as he pressed his finger harder against her anus, circling it with a slow, erotic insistence that made her moan louder, her body betraying her resolve. "Too much, huh?" He teased, his lips brushing her neck as he nipped at her skin, his free hand squeezing her cheek to spread her even wider. "You're moaning like you're begging for it, Isabelle—this tight little ass is loving every second. Bet it's never felt this good, has it? All filthy and hot, just for me."

"Rub!♡~ Tap!♡~ Slide!♡~ Press!♡ Twist!♡~"

Her knees buckled slightly, a sharp cry spilling from her lips as she rocked back against him, her anus clenching under his scrubbing, the sensation overwhelming her senses. "Young Master—why!?♡~" She whimpered, her voice breaking into a desperate, trembling plea as she turned her head to look at him, her blue eyes wide and shimmering with confusion and need. "Why do I feel like this? My body—it's...It's reacting so much, getting all hot and tingly! It shouldn't—I shouldn't like this, it's so...so wrong!♡~"

Cassius's grin widened, his eyes glinting with a naughty, unrestrained delight as he leaned in, his lips grazing her ear as he whispered. "Oh, Isabelle, that's because your body knows what it wants—even if your sweet little head's too shy to admit it."

"...You're getting all worked up because this dirty hole's been craving me—craving something filthy and deep. It's begging me to fuck it, to make it feel alive—and I'm gonna give it exactly that." His words dripped with a spicy, lascivious heat, his finger pressing harder against her anus as he teased her with the promise of more.

Her breath came in short, ragged gasps, a flush of shame and pleasure warring across her face as she fought to hold onto her restraint, her mind screaming at her to pull away.

'No-No, I can't let it feel this good!' She thought, her heart racing as she clenched her eyes shut, trying to summon her usual modesty, to push back the tide of ecstasy threatening to drown her. 'It's too dirty and he's too much...Ishould stop him!'

But her body defied her, her anus twitching eagerly under his touch, her pussy dripping with a slick, undeniable arousal that coated her thighs.

"Your little hole...it's still too dirty, Isabelle." Cassius said, his voice a low, commanding rumble as he pulled his finger back, lathering it with more soap before returning it to her anus. "I have to clean you deeper—make sure it's perfect." And without another word, he pressed his finger against her tight ring, pushing past the initial resistance as he slid it inside her asshole, the slick soap easing his entry as her walls clenched around him, hot and impossibly tight.

"Ahhhh!♡~ Nooo!♡~ Huaghh!♡~"

Isabelle's head snapped back, a loud, shuddering moan tearing from her throat as her body jolted, the sudden intrusion sending a white—hot bolt of pleasure racing up her spine.

"Y-Young Master—no!♡~" She cried, her voice a raw, trembling blend of protest and bliss as she squirmed against him, her hands faltering on her cheeks as she struggled to keep them spread. "I shouldn't—oh gods, I shouldn't feel this!♡~ It's...It's so wrong, but—oh, it feels so good!♡~" Her anus gripped his finger tightly, the slick heat pulsing around him as he began to thrust, slow and deep, his knuckle brushing her rim with every stroke.

"That's it." He growled, his eyes blazing with a fierce, passionate intensity as he fingered her asshole, his movements steady, stretching her tight hole with a sensual, naughty motion. "Feel that, Isabelle? That's your body screaming for me—loving how I fuck this dirty little ass. You can't fight it—don't even try. Let Iit feel good—let me make you mine right here." His finger curled slightly, stroking her inner walls as he pumped deeper, the soap slicking his way as her anus quivered around him, her moans growing louder, more desperate.

"Ahhh!♡~ Mmmm!♡~ Ahnn!♡~ Aughh!♡~"

"Pat!♡~ Smooth!♡ Tug!♡~ Pull!♡~ Shift!♡~"

And finally, after the relentless assault on her hole, her resolve shattered, her conservative facade crumbling under the relentless pleasure as she rocked back against his hand, her thick ass bouncing faintly with every thrust.

'I can't—I can't stop it!'

She thought, her mind a haze of conflicting emotions as her body surrendered, her anus clenching and unclenching around his finger with every stroke, the heat pooling in her core too intense to deny.

'It's so filthy, so bad—but oh, it's incredible! He's...he's making me feel things I didn't know I could!'

"Young Master!" she sobbed, her voice breaking into a high, needy wail as she surrendered, her hands spreading her ass wider while she pressed back against him, her pussy dripping onto the tiles below. "It feels so good—I feel so good! Is it… Is it okay for me to feel this good from my ass? Am I a perverted girl for liking it there?"

He chuckled, as he thrust his finger deeper, working her asshole with tender swirls around her rim that sent shivers through her entire body. "Oh, you most definitely are, Isabelle. Only a select few get off on having their anus stuffed like this—you're one of the rare ones."

"...But lucky for you, I love perverted girls like you. So go ahead, let loose as much as you want as your young master is here to provide and not to judge."

His finger slid in and out, the soap lathering thickly as he stretched her, his other hand gripping her hip to keep her steady while she moaned and writhed, her body a trembling, pleasure-drenched wreck in his hold.