Story 8-chapter 4

‘Shall we see how much you enjoyed that?’ He ran his fingers along her leg.

Adelia nodded, looking up at him with her dark hair dishevelled around her. His hand slid up her stockinged leg until it passed her garter and touched the bare skin of her inner thigh. She felt herself shaking with desperation for something she’d never had.

As his hand cupped her wet cunt, he leaned closer and placed his lips on hers. Adelia moaned as he kissed her deeply, sliding his tongue into her mouth as his fingers teased the lips of her wet opening.

‘You enjoyed that very much, didn’t you?’ He pulled away, smiling. ‘Its like an ocean down there.’
Adelia looked into his eyes, aware that the more sensitive part of herself was at his fingertips. ‘Is it supposed to be that way?’

His eyes were warm with longing. ‘Of course it is.’ At that moment, his fingertips slid upwards and touched a place that made Adelia want to scream with pleasure. ‘Please, keep going.’

‘What did I say you would need to do?’

Adelia arched her back, trying to increase the touch of his fingers. ‘I beg you for more.’

‘Good girl,’ he said. With that, his middle finger plunged between the lips of her cunt and into its tight entrance. Adelia gasped. ‘Please yes.’

As Victor’s fingers went deeper, though, his expression changed. Quickly, he withdrew his hand.
Cheeks flushed, Adelia sat up. ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘You’re a virgin.

‘Of course I am,’ she said. ‘Didn’t you know?’

Victor turned away, still breathing hard. ‘No, I didn’t. I assumed –’ He turned around again, his face filled with desire. ‘The ladies of this city are creatures of hypocrisy. They claim virtue and modesty, while practicing something entirely different. I thought you were like them.’

Adelia brushed a strand of hair off her face, her feet still bound by leather. ‘Well, I’m not like that them, but it doesn’t mean that we can’t–’

Victor placed his head in his hand. ‘You have a sensuality about you. It was presumptuous of me to think that meant you knew what you were doing. I imagined what I wanted to see.’

Adelia tried to stand up, but needed to steady herself on the bedpost. ‘I still want what I want.’

Victor stepped closer until Adelia could barely resist kissing him again. Before she could, he dropped down and roughly unbound her feet. ‘Get out,’ he said.
‘What?’ Adelia’s body desperate and her cunt was pulsing for more of whatever Victor would give her. ‘I still want –’

‘Go to bed Adelia. Women like you exist only to torture men. Untouched and overflowing with desire at the same time. I won’t give in to taking your innocence.’
Adelia stepped closer to him. ‘Please, touch me again.’ She raised her hands to his face.

Victor firmly took hold of her wrists and pushed them down to her hips. The force of this only renewed the heat between Adelia’s legs.

‘Please,’ she whispered again.

‘Get out.’ He released her hands and gestured towards the door.

Her body shaking with desire, Adelia couldn’t help but obey him. In a haze, she walked to her own room, where she lit a candle. In the low light, she examined herself in the mirror.

Her cheeks were flushed, and her hair a wild storm of curls. She struggled to free herself from her corset, her small hands tugging at the laces that bound her.

Finally, she managed to get it off, and let her chemise fall to the floor as well. Her pillow-like breasts were finally released and she massaged them gently. This only inflamed the desperate longing in her more though.

Turning slowly, she looked back at her buttocks. Each cheek was marked with red lines, badges of honour from her punishment. Delicately, Adelia traced her fingers along them, remembering with longing the pain of receiving them.

Without thinking, Adelia let her fingertips find their way to her cunt. She had never dreamed of touching herself, but the feeling of his hands entering her had been intoxicating.

Gingerly, she began slipping her fingers up and down the wet lips, and then with a gasp within them. Suddenly, she found the spot Victor had so deftly targeted. Moaning slightly, she began rubbing it gently, yet firmly.

The pleasure that was rising in her was like the moment before having a bite of cake, seeing a sunset or hearing the best news, but all at once. The wetness was so ample now that her hand created a squelching sound as it eagerly continued its flicking.

Adelia knew she should stop, but there was a tension building at the centre of her cunt, as if her entire body had been taken over. Grabbing her breast with her other hand, Adelia watched herself in the mirror, her face contorted by pleasure. Then all at once, with a spurt of liquid, the tension broke into a hot explosion of euphoria. Adelia screamed, as the liquid spattered on the floor between her legs.

For a moment, the entire world seemed to disappear, and when Adelia opened her eyes, she saw her candlelit body had a sheen of sweat. Panting, Adelia felt herself laugh a little, as though there were surplus pleasure that needed to escape. Her reflection was smiling as it never had before.

She knew she probably ought to be embarrassed by the wetness of the floor, whatever it was, but a glow was upon her. Still naked, Adelia stumbled to her bed. With her last waking gasp, she blew out her candle.