creased.’
Not a single window or even a crack beneath the door provided so much as a sliver of light for Aurelia to see by. The darkness was absolute. But she knew that she had not moved far, and her clothes were nearby, so she stretched out her arm until she felt the brush of soft cotton and stiff lace. She folded each garment into a tidy square and set them gently to the side.
‘Good girl,’ he said softly.
Her cape was further away, she knew, but instinctively she did not want to move away from the presence of the stranger. Near him she felt soothed and calm and she feared breaking that spell so she stretched every muscle in her body until she was able to reach the corner of her cape and then she grasped and tugged the material towards her, piercing her forefinger sharply on the clasp of her cherry brooch as she did so, breaking her skin. A bead of hot blood pooled onto her fingertip.
‘Ow!’ she gasped.
‘Are you hurt?’
‘My finger,’ she said.
And then she felt the pressure of his forearm against her back, and the other beneath her knees as he scooped her into his arms and she was airborne, her head nestling against his chest. He took her bloody finger between his lips and sucked, and the warmth of his mouth took all of the pain away.
The stranger carried her through the darkness to another place. An alcove just across the room that she had not previously noticed in the darkness. Her skin touched velvet as he laid her down again. The space was narrow but filled with sumptuous fabrics and cushions and Aurelia luxuriated in the welcome feeling of softness against her skin after the roughness of the stone. She began to writhe against it, like an animal confined indoors who has been released onto the grass.
‘I interrupted you,’ he said. ‘Please continue.’
It took Aurelia a moment to realise what he meant, but once she did, she complied immediately. It felt entirely natural to her that the stranger should sit alongside her as she masturbated. She had fantasised about that very thing almost nightly since the first time that their lips had met and she had tasted the sweetness of his mouth.
Her fingers travelled downwards and resumed their place, but this time it wasn’t enough. She could hear his breathing in the dark and the warmth of his body so close to hers served only to remind her more bitterly that her hand wasn’t his.
‘Help me,’ she whispered.
He lifted his hand to her mouth and gently inserted his finger between her lips. She began to suck. He removed his finger and then trailed downward, following the path that she had traced earlier. He cupped her breasts, squeezing one nipple and then the other. The stranger twisted harder than Aurelia had, and she gasped, and then moaned, as a sharp jolt of pain bloomed in each breast and then faded into warmth.
As he stroked her belly, he grabbed a handful of her flesh in his fingers and Aurelia lifted up her buttocks and pressed herself against his open palm. She spread her legs open wider and groaned, hoping that he would hurry up and push something inside her because if she had to wait any longer she felt that the waiting might actually kill her. Death would begin with the disintegration of her mind and would be followed by her body shattering into pieces, no longer able to sustain the storm of desire he had unleashed that now raged so powerfully within her she felt as though she might break like a wave crashing upon the shore of his body.
Aurelia groaned when he merely brushed his fingertips over her mound and did not travel any lower. She clawed at the surface beneath her and grasped handfuls of the fabrics that she lay on and gripped and pulled in an effort to release the tension that continued to fill her. Then she took hold of his head in her hands, and drew him against her, pulling his mouth to her own. She touched his face, tugged at the stiff collar of his shirt so that she could reach his shoulders, wrestled his buttons through
Not a single window or even a crack beneath the door provided so much as a sliver of light for Aurelia to see by. The darkness was absolute. But she knew that she had not moved far, and her clothes were nearby, so she stretched out her arm until she felt the brush of soft cotton and stiff lace. She folded each garment into a tidy square and set them gently to the side.
‘Good girl,’ he said softly.
Her cape was further away, she knew, but instinctively she did not want to move away from the presence of the stranger. Near him she felt soothed and calm and she feared breaking that spell so she stretched every muscle in her body until she was able to reach the corner of her cape and then she grasped and tugged the material towards her, piercing her forefinger sharply on the clasp of her cherry brooch as she did so, breaking her skin. A bead of hot blood pooled onto her fingertip.
‘Ow!’ she gasped.
‘Are you hurt?’
‘My finger,’ she said.
And then she felt the pressure of his forearm against her back, and the other beneath her knees as he scooped her into his arms and she was airborne, her head nestling against his chest. He took her bloody finger between his lips and sucked, and the warmth of his mouth took all of the pain away.
The stranger carried her through the darkness to another place. An alcove just across the room that she had not previously noticed in the darkness. Her skin touched velvet as he laid her down again. The space was narrow but filled with sumptuous fabrics and cushions and Aurelia luxuriated in the welcome feeling of softness against her skin after the roughness of the stone. She began to writhe against it, like an animal confined indoors who has been released onto the grass.
‘I interrupted you,’ he said. ‘Please continue.’
It took Aurelia a moment to realise what he meant, but once she did, she complied immediately. It felt entirely natural to her that the stranger should sit alongside her as she masturbated. She had fantasised about that very thing almost nightly since the first time that their lips had met and she had tasted the sweetness of his mouth.
Her fingers travelled downwards and resumed their place, but this time it wasn’t enough. She could hear his breathing in the dark and the warmth of his body so close to hers served only to remind her more bitterly that her hand wasn’t his.
‘Help me,’ she whispered.
He lifted his hand to her mouth and gently inserted his finger between her lips. She began to suck. He removed his finger and then trailed downward, following the path that she had traced earlier. He cupped her breasts, squeezing one nipple and then the other. The stranger twisted harder than Aurelia had, and she gasped, and then moaned, as a sharp jolt of pain bloomed in each breast and then faded into warmth.
As he stroked her belly, he grabbed a handful of her flesh in his fingers and Aurelia lifted up her buttocks and pressed herself against his open palm. She spread her legs open wider and groaned, hoping that he would hurry up and push something inside her because if she had to wait any longer she felt that the waiting might actually kill her. Death would begin with the disintegration of her mind and would be followed by her body shattering into pieces, no longer able to sustain the storm of desire he had unleashed that now raged so powerfully within her she felt as though she might break like a wave crashing upon the shore of his body.
Aurelia groaned when he merely brushed his fingertips over her mound and did not travel any lower. She clawed at the surface beneath her and grasped handfuls of the fabrics that she lay on and gripped and pulled in an effort to release the tension that continued to fill her. Then she took hold of his head in her hands, and drew him against her, pulling his mouth to her own. She touched his face, tugged at the stiff collar of his shirt so that she could reach his shoulders, wrestled his buttons through
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