Chapter 167: Get On Your Fours, Jenny**

Hearing his words, all Jenny could do was nod obediently. Her heart galloped inside her chest so hard she half expected it to leap straight out.

Every beat felt loud enough to hear and the air in the room seemed thinner than before.

This was supposed to be her first time.

He was supposed to treat her gently, like a precious fragile ceramic doll—careful hands, soft words, nothing that left marks.

But instead, everything was going completely wrong. As if this was a train and Fredrinn had just pulled the lane switch lever.

And the worst part was that she liked it!

’UGHHH! What the fuck is wrong with me?! STOP BEING SO SUBMISSIVE, JENNY!’

She screamed the words inside her own head, but her body refused to listen.

Her neck still tingled from the earlier pressure of his fingers. Her soaked panties clung to her.

Every small movement only reminded her how ready she already was and how wet her pussy had gotten from imagining those ’scenes’.

Scenes where he stops stalling and gets on with the main act... Claiming her.

Fredrinn, however, knew nothing about her internal existential crisis. He simply continued testing the depth of her masochism.

So far he had figured out two clear things: she liked being choked and light masochism, and she would agree to most orders unless the demand turned truly outlandish or strange.

That was already enough to work with, but he wanted more certainty before he pushed further.

Just to test the theory a little more, he gently slid one finger down the center of her chest. Jenny gasped softly and leaned into the touch without thinking.

The closer his finger traveled toward her lower stomach and then her thigh, the faster her breathing became.

She stared up at him with unbridled lust. Her glassy eyes begged openly for the sensation her pussy was already craving.

Fredrinn noticed her condition clearly, but he chose not to act on it yet.

Instead, he let his hand continue its slow path down her thigh, then curled his palm against the soft inner skin and squeezed gently. The pressure made her hips twitch.

"S-St~ Stop teasing me~!"

Jenny let out a noncommittal whine as she tried to move her own hand toward her pussy.

If he refused to touch her properly, she would touch herself.

All she needed right now was some kind of direct sensation between her legs.

Unfortunately for her, he had already predicted she would try exactly that.

With a single movement and help of his superior strength, he casually flipped her over on the bed.

Jenny suddenly found herself face-down against the mattress, stomach pressed into the sheets.

Her perky ass rose right into his vision and she could feel the weight of his burning stare locked onto the soft, fair curves of her buttocks. The position left her completely exposed and strangely helpless all over again.

Before she could even begin to feel shy about it, a sudden scream mixed with a moan tore out of her lips.

"FREDDY~~!!! UGH!!"

He had slapped her ass.

Not a playful little spank but a full, solid slap that cracked through the air and sent a sharp sting racing across her skin.

The force of it made her whole body jolt forward. Without even looking she was certain a bright red handprint was already blooming across one cheek.

Tears began to form in the corner of her eyes as she whimpered softly.

Though the worst was still to come.

He finally slid her panties down her legs, freeing her completely.

The drenched fabric peeled away from her skin, revealing her slick, swollen pussy and the small, delicate-looking asshole above it.

Cool air kissed the wet folds, making her shiver hard.

Fredrinn’s gaze lingered for a moment on the tighter, forbidden hole.

Interest flickered clearly across his face, but he held himself back for now.

The main act was the priority for tonight, and it wasn’t like she was going anywhere.

He would have all the time and freedom to explore her thoroughly in the future.

Sometimes, it was better to leave the surprises as a surprise. As a wise man said... Curiosity killed the cat.

His palm settled over the exact place he had just struck.

The skin there had already darkened into a soft shade of pink and red, in the form of a palm print.

Jenny flinched the instant his hand made contact with the tender, burning mark.

"Hnng~ D-Don~ Ahh touch there~ Burns~"

She moaned the words, trying to push some strength into her arms so she could flip herself back over.

She did not want him to keep molesting the sore spot on her poor little ass.

However the attempt was weak. Her elbows barely lifted before the effort failed.

Fredrinn also completely ignored her request. He simply rubbed the reddened spot with his thumb in slow, deliberate circles.

Jenny flinched again and collapsed fully onto the mattress. Strength was drained from her arms and the rest of her body in a single wave.

Normally a person would hate having someone touch a fresh, stinging mark on their skin, however in Jenny’s case the opposite happened.

She was enjoying the feeling of his palm against the injury.

The heat of the slap mixed with the gentle pressure of his thumb until the sensation turned strangely sweet.

The more he rubbed, the more the feeling intensified. Pain and pleasure tangled together until she could no longer separate them. Soft, helpless sounds kept slipping from her throat. Her hips shifted restlessly against the sheets, chasing friction she was not being given.

Then Fredrinn stopped stroking the tender cheek.

His fingers curled into the soft skin instead, sinking deep enough to leave faint impressions.

The sudden firm grip ended up catching her off guard as her moan suddenly transformed into a yelp.

And then...

He whispered the order in a low, steady tone that left no room for argument. The words settled over her like another hand around her throat—quiet, absolute, and impossible to refuse.

"Get on your fours, Jenny."