Story 8-chapter 7

As the pace of his thrusts increased, he used one hand to rub the sensitive bead at the top of her cunt. With this, Adelia began to feel the tension gather within her as it had the night before.

‘Sir, I think I’m going to –’

Victor roughly pushed her head cheek down onto the rug. ‘Come for me, you little whore.’ The place of his thrusting and rubbing brought the tension to its breaking point. A burning pleasure burst within her, pulsing in waves through her body. Adelia screamed loudly, and felt a gush of liquid soak the carpet beneath her arse. Her cunt felt like it was glowing.

When she opened her eyes, Victor was smiling over her, still gently thrusting into her. ‘Good girl. What do you say?’

Weakly she smiled back. ‘Thank you, Sir.’

He patted her cheek. ‘I’ll reward you for that hard work.’ He placed his hand on her throat and began thrusting harder and harder.

The intensity drew to a crest as Victor pulled his cock from her and moaned. A creamy liquid spurted up from the tip of his member up Adelia’s stomach, and breasts. A single droplet landing on her lips. Victor sighed, and Adelia smiled, licking the taste of his semen from her lips eagerly.

Victor collapsed beside her, his mouth meeting hers into a deep kiss. ‘You can’t know how much I wanted that. You are intoxicating.’

Adelia kissed him back, her limbs still bound. ‘You gave me everything I hadn’t even realised I wanted.’

After a moment of savouring the glow together, Victor released her from her bondage. With her arms and legs free, they entwined their bodies together on the carpet.

‘I have never met a woman with such a talent for submission,’ whispered Victor. ‘It seems like too much to have asked that you are also beautiful and talented.’
Adelia nuzzled into his neck. ‘You are kind to me, Sir.’

He laughed low in his throat, and gently rubbed her buttocks where he’d caused delicious pain before.
Just then, Adelia heard a throat being cleared. Keenly aware of the semen adorning her body, Adelia sat up. In the doorway, was her father.

‘Father!’ Adelia reached desperately for one of her garments to hide her nakedness.

‘My god.’ His face was pale. ‘In all my days I never thought I’d see...’

Victor scrambled to his feet first, somehow having tucked his cock back into his trousers. ‘Sir, I can explain.’

Her father shook his head. ‘There’s no need for that.’ ‘Father, please.’

Her father’s face had gone stony with anger. ‘You both have exactly thirty minutes to get out of my house.’
Victor helped Adelia to her feet, draping her dress about her for modesty. As they walked up the stairs, Adelia felt awash with all emotions. ‘What will we do,’ she whispered as Victor led her upstairs.

‘You’ll come with me. Gather anything you can fit into a case.’

‘But my father... he’s going to disown me, and God knows what he’ll have done to you.’

They reached the top of the stairs and Victor kissed her cheek. ‘He may think differently if I were to propose.’
‘What?’ said Adelia. ‘I thought you were some sort of playboy.’

Victor smiled. ‘Not when it comes to you. Now go on, gather your things. We’ll go to my father’s country house.’

Adelia felt a smile growing on her face. She began to imagine the way Victor might do what he’d just done out in a starlit field. She turned to go her room.

‘Oh Adelia?’ Victor said. ‘Don’t forget your paints. There’s lots to paint in the countryside.’

Adelia smiled to herself again, and ran to her room, his spunk dripping down her body. In her room, she tossed an array of clothes, and art supplies into a case.

Finally, she pulled a dress over her own head, letting his semen smear against her skin. As Adelia swept out of her room, Victor was standing outside. Quickly, they hurried down the stairs, aware their thirty minutes was almost up.

They stepped outside into the soft summer air, and Victor offered his arm. ‘We’ll find a carriage around Marylebone.’ He looked up and down mischievously. ‘It’s a long journey to the estate. I do hope you didn’t wear too many underthings.’

Adelia shook her head and smiled back. ‘I’m sure we can think of a way to pass the time.’
Wild Desires {Erotic short stories}
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