Sorry to everyone who has been waiting patiently for this I wanted a better idea of where I was going with this before I started committing to doing further chapters. Let me know what you think, constructive criticism is always helpful. Further chapters will be posted in the romance category after this.
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It had been three weeks since Cassya had signed the contract with Alaric and thus far, the arrangement had been fine. In the interim her mother had quit her two jobs and found another one in the office of an older businessman. Better hours and better pay. Things were looking up and she didn't look so perpetually tired anymore. There was actually money to be saved at the end of each week. She and her mother could only hope this period of eased stress would continue.
For the last few days she had not been 'serving' Alaric at night for a simple reason. She had had her monthly bleed. She had never been so pleased to be greeted with that chronic irritation in her life, barring when she had it after bedding Aberforth. Yet she had missed Alaric's touch these last few days, he had been out on business most evenings that week. Tonight he was out as well, even though her bleed had finished she doubted he would want 'serving'.
Cassya was sitting in his bed reading, she had chosen the most boring book from his shelf that she could find. 'Intricacies of business and finance law', either she would learn something useful or it would put her to sleep. Hoping for the second but willing to accept the first as a natural byproduct. It was late, Tessa had already gone home and Cassya found sleep evading her, despite the boring book.
She turned out the light and was just laying in the dark and trying to sleep when she heard the front door slam downstairs. The sound of clumsy footsteps making their way upstairs. They eventually approached the bedroom door, the door handle jiggled. Even in the dark she could discern the outline of Alaric as he stumbled in. He noisily trudged over to his side of the bed and began awkwardly removing his clothes. His trousers appeared to be a real struggle and he actually fell over to the floor as he tried to remove his boots.
"Ah, bollocks!" She heard him loudly muttering in the dark.
She stifled a giggle. He clearly had too much to drink. He picked himself up and won the wrestling match with his boots, taking off his trousers before climbing into bed. He sidled over to her side of the bed snuggling up.
"I was as subtle as a herd of elephants, there's no way you're asleep. Sorry if I woke yoooou" He slurred. His breath smelt like wine and whiskey.
She snickered. "I wasn't, I only just put out the light. Had a fun night?"
"Yeah. But I might have drunk more than I should have... I forgot what a punch absinthe has."
"You don't say, I would never have guessed." She said sarcastically, raising an eyebrow.
He chuckled. Nuzzling up to her. "You smell so nice." She felt his erection touching her. "Hmmmm, I want to but you still can't." He lamented.
"I can." She purred. "I would like to as well."
With a little too much enthusiasm he exclaimed. "Yes!" Like a child told they can go play.
He pulled her nightie over her head and drew her close to kiss her. She could taste the dry wine, smokey whiskey and hints of liquorice as their tongues met. His hands travelled over her skin, one playing with a breast while the other slipped between her legs to stroke her folds. She mirrored him, her fingers teasing a nipple while the other hand grasped and stroked his length.
He broke off the kiss, she gave his lower lip a nibble as they parted. They lay there side by side as they teased each other, keeping eye contact. But Alaric's impatience was too much for him to hold back. He pushed her onto her back climbing atop her. His lips grazing her neck and moving down, enthusiastically sucking on a nipple, lightly pressing it between his teeth. It made her let out a sigh, with a slurp he let it go and kept moving down until his face was between her legs.
"Hello cherished friend, I've missed you so much." He affectionately addressed her sex.
She let out a laugh before his lips met her folds, kissing them as tenderly as had her mouth. Her laugh morphing into pleasured sighs, as his tongue caressed her. Languidly investigating her most intimate part, slipping inside, savouring the taste. Then moving up and flicking over her nub. Egged on by her moans he clamped his lips around, sucking on it as he whisked his tongue. Adding two fingers to his attentions he thrust them between her folds. Angling them to massage her sweet spot, her hips slightly jerking in response.
She ran her hands through his hair, she heard and felt him groan. Clearly enjoying burying his face between her legs.
"God you're good at this!" She blurted out between moans.
He growled in response. Her face a picture of relaxed bliss as his tongue and fingers pushed her towards pleasure. She compulsively ground her hips against his face as she let out panting mewls. Eager to accept the joy he was giving her. He soon made her hips tremble and her clit start twitching, her back arch and toes curl.
She grasped his hair, clamping her thighs around his head, squeezing on his fingers and crying out as she came. That delectable bolt of rapture firing up her spine, lighting up her synapses and spreading through her body with bliss, making her tense up before going limp. Releasing his head as she came down.
His face raised between her legs wearing a gloriously dopey grin. He clambered up over her, he rubbed his cock head at her entrance before sinking inside. They both groaned as his length filled her, feeling the meet of their hips. He planted his hands either side, leaning down to give her a passionate kiss as he began rolling his hips. She met his rhythm above and below, settling into a gentle tempo to start.
They stayed like that until Cassya felt her sensitivity lessen, she needed more.
"Harder." She purred in his ear.
He did not need telling twice. He drew his hips back and slapped them into hers. Over and over. She grasped one hand on his ass, while she slid the other between them to tease her nub. He progressively increased his pace, steadily getting faster until he was slamming into her. She moaned for him, while he grunted with the effort. Each thrust sending shivers through her, her insides squeezing him when he reached her depths.
He hooked her legs over his elbows, the new angle grinding him harder against her sweet spot and increasing the volume of her moans. Her legs and hips trembled as he drove himself deep. She kept flicking her nub while her other hand ran her fingers over his jaw, brushing her thumb over his chin. His silver eyes met her blue in the low light. Both of them panting, eyes half lidded glazing over and faces slack.
She had missed him doing this, nothing compared to this feeling. She grew close to her finish, her nub started to twitch again. The world around her falling away as his weight on top of her and where they connected was all that mattered.
Everything went white as her eyes rolled back, spine arching, toes curling. Squealing as her muscles drew taut, and her insides clamping down, shuddering around his cock. He let out a grunt, groaning as he tensed up, burying himself deep with one last thrust. She felt the warmth of his release inside. They remained joined for a minute.
Utterly spent, he fell on the bed next to her, pulling her close as he fell asleep. She soon joined him.
She awoke the next morning with him wrapped around her, nuzzling into her. The sunlight was pouring in, these days she didn't need to get home as early as her mother started work later. She pondered moving and disturbing him but the decision was taken out of her hands by Tessa announcing herself at the door and entering with a tray of coffee. She walked over, placing it on the bedside table, Cassya and her shared a humoured look at Alaric's scruffy form before Tessa left the room.
Alaric stirred, Cassya reached over to the tray to pour herself a cup as he reached consciousness. He had the face of someone who regretted being awake.
