Michael and I’d be good to go.
Mrs. Fisk’s knock sounded, and my stomach lurched. Good thing I hadn’t had that dinner. She made no comment about my casual attire as she led me down to the study, and I took in a steadying breath as I slipped the blindfold into place. I don’t know if it was my imagination, or if my senses were somehow more attuned with the blindfold on, but I swear, I could feel him in the room this time. I hardly noticed when Mrs. Fisk left, I was too focused on the creak of the chair when he rose, and his slow steps as he circled around me.
“Interesting choice,” he said, fingers brushing against the satiny robe at my shoulder.
“I figured it would be easier. Oh… was I not supposed to talk?” My confidence eroded at the thought, but he merely chuckled.
“You’re fine.” His hand slid down my arm to gently cup my elbow. “This way.” Aidan led me to a hard, upholstered chair, and I gasped as the cool leather came into contact with my nearly naked backside. It sent a shiver through me that started at the base of my spine and radiated up to spread through my shoulders. It was go time.
“Are you cold?”
“No.” Parts of me were burning hot, but that didn’t stop the goose bumps from popping up when his hand skimmed over the top of my thigh. Just like that, his hand pulled away, and I heard the sound of pouring liquid. A cool glass pressed into my hand seconds later.
“Drink this.”
The scent of strong alcohol made my nose tingle as I lifted the glass to my lips, but I couldn’t tell what kind of drink it was. I wasn’t much for hard alcohol unless it was mixed with something else, but the order in his tone wasn’t one I could argue with. Holding my breath, I gulped it down, and liquid fire spread through my chest to pool in my belly. My head swam for a second, losing my point of reference without being able to see. I clutched at the armrest and the vertigo eased. Whatever he’d given me to drink, it packed quite a punch. A tickle gathered in my throat, and I let out a cough or two, but then the worst of it passed and I felt a warm, mellow glow.
“Better?” He sounded amused.
“Yes, thank you,” I croaked, my throat still raw. His hand closed over my knee, warm and comforting, until it slid higher, fingers stroking lightly. A current of energy hummed over my skin, my lungs taking in short, shallow breaths as my heart kicked up a notch. Was it anticipation? Fear? Desire? I could hardly tell from the way it all swirled together, and I clutched at the armrest, afraid it might carry me away if I gave in to it.
“Relax,” he ordered, fingers moving in lazy circles, rising higher. I thought I did a fair job of it until he dipped in between my thighs and they clamped together.
“I-it’s kind of hard to when you’re touching me there,” I stammered.
“Lily…” Aidan sounded as though I was on his last nerve, and I forced my thighs apart, trying to ignore the way they shook. He pushed his fingers up higher under the robe, only a hairsbreadth away from my lacy panties. “Am I hurting you?”
“Well… no.” Nothing he did hurt. It actually felt pretty good, but to my overly sensitized skin, every circle of his fingers had my nerves jangling like a fire alarm.
Those blunt fingers ran along the length of my cleft, and I couldn’t help the cry of alarm that slipped out even as pleasure shot over me through the thin silk. I did manage to keep my thighs apart, bracing them against the arms of the chair. “I think you like it when I touch you,” he rumbled with that lover’s voice, his breath coming faster as he continued to stroke me slowly over the panties.
“That’s not the point.”
“What is the point?” His fingers hooked under the lacy sides, shoving them aside to reach my slick folds and I cried out again, the rasp of his skin against my swollen flesh almost too much
Mrs. Fisk’s knock sounded, and my stomach lurched. Good thing I hadn’t had that dinner. She made no comment about my casual attire as she led me down to the study, and I took in a steadying breath as I slipped the blindfold into place. I don’t know if it was my imagination, or if my senses were somehow more attuned with the blindfold on, but I swear, I could feel him in the room this time. I hardly noticed when Mrs. Fisk left, I was too focused on the creak of the chair when he rose, and his slow steps as he circled around me.
“Interesting choice,” he said, fingers brushing against the satiny robe at my shoulder.
“I figured it would be easier. Oh… was I not supposed to talk?” My confidence eroded at the thought, but he merely chuckled.
“You’re fine.” His hand slid down my arm to gently cup my elbow. “This way.” Aidan led me to a hard, upholstered chair, and I gasped as the cool leather came into contact with my nearly naked backside. It sent a shiver through me that started at the base of my spine and radiated up to spread through my shoulders. It was go time.
“Are you cold?”
“No.” Parts of me were burning hot, but that didn’t stop the goose bumps from popping up when his hand skimmed over the top of my thigh. Just like that, his hand pulled away, and I heard the sound of pouring liquid. A cool glass pressed into my hand seconds later.
“Drink this.”
The scent of strong alcohol made my nose tingle as I lifted the glass to my lips, but I couldn’t tell what kind of drink it was. I wasn’t much for hard alcohol unless it was mixed with something else, but the order in his tone wasn’t one I could argue with. Holding my breath, I gulped it down, and liquid fire spread through my chest to pool in my belly. My head swam for a second, losing my point of reference without being able to see. I clutched at the armrest and the vertigo eased. Whatever he’d given me to drink, it packed quite a punch. A tickle gathered in my throat, and I let out a cough or two, but then the worst of it passed and I felt a warm, mellow glow.
“Better?” He sounded amused.
“Yes, thank you,” I croaked, my throat still raw. His hand closed over my knee, warm and comforting, until it slid higher, fingers stroking lightly. A current of energy hummed over my skin, my lungs taking in short, shallow breaths as my heart kicked up a notch. Was it anticipation? Fear? Desire? I could hardly tell from the way it all swirled together, and I clutched at the armrest, afraid it might carry me away if I gave in to it.
“Relax,” he ordered, fingers moving in lazy circles, rising higher. I thought I did a fair job of it until he dipped in between my thighs and they clamped together.
“I-it’s kind of hard to when you’re touching me there,” I stammered.
“Lily…” Aidan sounded as though I was on his last nerve, and I forced my thighs apart, trying to ignore the way they shook. He pushed his fingers up higher under the robe, only a hairsbreadth away from my lacy panties. “Am I hurting you?”
“Well… no.” Nothing he did hurt. It actually felt pretty good, but to my overly sensitized skin, every circle of his fingers had my nerves jangling like a fire alarm.
Those blunt fingers ran along the length of my cleft, and I couldn’t help the cry of alarm that slipped out even as pleasure shot over me through the thin silk. I did manage to keep my thighs apart, bracing them against the arms of the chair. “I think you like it when I touch you,” he rumbled with that lover’s voice, his breath coming faster as he continued to stroke me slowly over the panties.
“That’s not the point.”
“What is the point?” His fingers hooked under the lacy sides, shoving them aside to reach my slick folds and I cried out again, the rasp of his skin against my swollen flesh almost too much
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