Thank you to all who have read, commented, and voted for this series! This last installment is on the longer side, but I wanted to reward you for your patience and publish this all in one chapter. Enjoy!
- Soph
Lucia woke much earlier than Edwin did. The pale light of the morning streamed in through the window and cast an otherworldly glow in the room. When she shifted underneath his arm, he let a rush of air out through his nose.
She stared at him. Even while asleep, he looked so beautiful. She thought of the first time she saw him, how he'd strode in with the bald man at the barn. He'd been commanding from the start.
She wanted to run her fingers along the contours of his cheeks, the sharpness of his jaw, but she didn't want to wake him with something so silly.
With his eyes closed, though, he lost the iciness that tended to captivate her. Her heart fluttered as her mind started to stray to other, more unchaste thoughts, the many memories of when he had kept her locked in place with that domineering stare.
Lucia closed her eyes, her mind turning to the events of the day before. It'd been a completely new experience, with things that she never thought she would've ever seen. She had liked the food well enough, but apart from that there were too many things that felt overwhelming. All those beautiful people, dining without a care in the world. And then those people who had no boundaries as they delivered the food to her and Edwin. Even the building itself had felt like too much, something lavish that she had no business in entering.
That was part of the reason why she'd cried so hard on their way back home.
The other part had more to do with...
She still couldn't believe that Edwin had taken her in the room like that. It was the last thing that would've been on her mind in such a fancy place with so many people around. She'd wanted to resist him, to not follow what he commanded her to do, but he'd looked so upset that she didn't dare do anything to upset him further.
It had been demeaning, how he'd forced her to completely strip down. She had been sure that someone would be entering with another set of odd silver bowls at any moment. If someone had entered, they would have seen her in a completely compromised position, her breasts swinging with the force of Edwin's thrusts. She had not a stitch on her, and that had only added to the danger of the situation.
He could've easily hiked up her skirts and taken her that way, but it seemed that more than just wanting to use her body, he'd wanted to dominate her completely. A flush entered through her as she dwelled on it, the fact that his goal had been to humiliate her, debase her, make her feel how unequal they were.
Her heart skipped a beat when she thought of how he had...
She was surprised by the thought that she wouldn't mind if she were to fall pregnant with his child, and maybe a part of her even hoped that there was a wee baby already starting to form in her belly. Either way, though, on the walk back out to the carriage, she'd felt his cum begin to leak out of her. Even when she clenched her legs together, trying to keep it inside so it wouldn't come out and make a mess inside her dress, it dripped out of her.
It'd only added to her discomfort, mingling with the shock of being taken in public like that. The whole thing had been devastating and overwhelming, and had all emerged in a messy emotional release.
Even so, Edwin's presence had been a soothing balm to her as he held her patiently in the carriage. After they made it back home and quietly retired for the evening, her distress had faded away. In its place was the shameful truth.
It'd been thrilling.
Desire flared up, making her stomach clench; she trusted him more than she thought, to make decisions that wouldn't actually put her in harm's way. He must've known that they wouldn't be caught, or even if they had, the consequences wouldn't be as severe as she might have expected.
Just then, Edwin shifted in his sleep, his eyes fluttering open. The two of them stared at each other, Edwin's iciness meeting Lucia's warmth--and her eyes were warmer than usual, for her body had started to react to the memories of last night.
"Good morning." He said at last. His voice was deeper than normal, still rough from sleep, and it made her chest throb.
"Morning." She whispered back, her voice barely audible at all.
He smiled, then, his features softening considerably as he pulled her close. Her heart pounded as she was drawn into his heat, his scent filling her nose. His demeanor in this moment felt so different from that of last night, when he'd been so demanding and domineering. She liked the small moments of tenderness he showed her.
On any other day perhaps she would've been happy to fall back asleep in his arms, but after remembering last night... she wanted more.
He held still when she moved. Lucia kept her eyes squeezed shut, like that might give her the ability to deny what she was doing. Her hand tingled as it trailed down his front, down his torso and to his trousers.
He was already prepared for her, his manhood stiff and straining against fabric. He let out a soft groan when she stroked a finger along its length and over his tip. With an air of fascination, Lucia circled her finger around it, surprised all over again how it yielded to her hand.
"Lucia." He sounded labored, and Lucia finally opened her eyes to see him staring at her, keeping her captive as usual. She started to draw her hand away, but he chuckled. "Don't let me stop you."
And that had her reaching down again, feeling braver to grasp him firmly. She almost wanted to giggle in a girlish way, how she could wrap her fingers around it even through his pants. She moved her hand up and down along his shaft, and noted the way his face changed from amusement to strained pleasure.
"Edwin." She said, momentarily unsure if she was even allowed to use his name. But he said nothing about it. "I'd like to..."
She couldn't say it out loud.
"What is it you want?"
She couldn't bring herself to say it.
"I'd like to touch you, skin to skin."
It came out before she was ready for it.
He gave her a wry smile, like he was an adult indulging a child, and undressed himself. He sat up against the pillows, tossing his trousers on the bedside table. When he made to lie back down, Lucia stopped him. She felt embarrassed doing it, but she sat next to him, leaning against his chest and reaching down with her other hand. He watched her the whole time with an air of being entertained.
She trailed a finger, from the hole at the tip all the way down to the base. She liked how even though flesh covered it, his cock was so hard. It stuck straight up, too, so that whenever she pushed against it, it resisted her effort.
A sharp inhale in her ear, as she wrapped her fingers around it.
