ALL CHARTERS ENGAGING IN SEXUAL ACTS IN THIS WORK OF FICTION ARE 18 YEARS OR OLDER.
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Darkness surrounded Lua.
In the middle of The Mistress massive bed she sat Indian style.
Her hands in her lap and her eyes shut tightly.
Mrs. Bateman was near but had not yet accompanied her on the bed.
Lua could smell her though.
The Mistresses scent wasn't like anything she'd smelled before.
It was hard to find words for it but it was like the most overpowering yet prettiest smelling perfume a woman could buy.
It seemed to be driving Lua's senses wild.
There was also a strange throbbing between her legs that wouldn't let up.
She'd felt less intense throbbing before but only in the most intimate moments of her life.
Moments when she felt the need to touch herself late at night.
Lua had deliberately ignored the temptations because she'd been taught that masturbation was an act of the devil.
She didn't understand but at that moment she wanted nothing more than for Mrs. Bateman to touch her between her legs.
To make the ache cease.
Suddenly the mattress dipped at her right side and Lua jolted when Mrs. Bateman's arm wrapped around her just below her breast.
"What are you thinking about?"
The Mistress asked as she pulled Lua into her lap with ease.
"I don't know."
The girl admitted, afraid to confess the sinful thoughts that ran rampant through her mind.
Mrs. Bateman chuckled while burying her face in Lua's unruly curls.
"You don't know, huh?"
She continued laughing.
The girl shook her head no timidly, Looking down into her lap where Mrs. Bateman's hands gently intertwined with hers.
"Why are you rubbing you're legs together?"
The Mistress asked, Setting her chin on Lua's shoulder.
Embarrassment washed over the young girl in an instant.
"I don't know."
She answered, Dropping her head in shame.
"Does it make you feel good?"
Mrs. Bateman whispered into Lua's ear.
The young girl furrowed her brow and shook her head once more.
"It makes the ache stop."
The Mistress smiled against Lua's cheek.
"Do you know what causes that ache, Sweet girl?"
Lua struck silent not knowing the answer to the question she'd just been asked.
"Hmm?"
The mistress pushed.