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I swallowed hard and allowed my fingers to run over the muscles of his chest, his stomach, down the swells of his arms. He was so hard and his skin was so hot, almost as though it were burning underneath my touch. My fingers went lower down his stomach, past the waistband of his trousers…
“Oh!” I hadn’t meant to sound so naïve—I might have been a virgin, but I’d been trained by Mistress Aurore, using her store of anatomically correct models. But the real thing was different, it was hotter, harder, it had a pulse that pounded through it, and, at least in the case of Nicolo, it was bigger. Much, much bigger.
Putting my momentary anxiety to one side, I forged on, my fingers sketching out the contours of what I’d discovered, exploring its full extent, and finally taking hold of this wonderful discovery, as if to claim it for myself.
As my fingers wrapped around Nicolo’s manhood, I was rewarded with his sigh of pleasure. His breathing settled into a slow luxurious rhythm as I began to stroke, up and down, until he became almost too hot to touch, feeling the throbbing pulse against my slim fingers.
Something wet dripped from the top of him and I had the aching need to taste it. I didn’t though—I held myself back even if I wasn’t sure why. I just… it was a closeness between us that didn’t seem right at the moment. Not when we’d broken down so many doors just to arrive at this place and time at this very moment.
I couldn’t say how long we continued like that—with me stroking his engorged hardness over and over again. Whenever his breathing began to hiccup and his eyes clenched tight, I stopped the intensity of my stroking and offered him only a light touch before bringing him back to the precipice once again.
After the third or fourth time doing just that, Nicolo stilled my hand.
“You are driving me to the brink of madness, Charlotte.”
“Do you need completion?”
“Please.”
I was surprised in the pleasure the power over him gave me, and I could only assume such was the reason I couldn’t seem to bring myself to allow him release. I enjoyed seeing him like this—completely dependent upon me satisfying him. Nicolo, too, seemed to enjoy the frustration of being kept on the ragged edge, while always knowing this was only going to end one way.
With gentle fingers, he brushed the hair from my neck and kissed his way up and down my throat. But when he reached around to touch me between my thighs (which were slick with my own need), I held his hand back—I wantedhimundermycontrol. I wanted him so reliant on me, so desperate that his whole body was one angry nerve, begging for release. I wanted to drive him to distraction, then give him what he wanted, so his mind was on me and his own pleasure, and nowhere near that sword that leaned so close to us.
He was certainly reaching that point.
It wasn’t just the significant organ between his thighs, his whole body seemed to swell with desire, muscles tensing, chest inflating, hips rising towards me. His breathing was sharp and shallow as he fought to control himself, low moans and growls joining the harsh breaths.
“Please, Charlotte, I need you to finish me.”
Back at the Guild, I recalled one afternoon when we’d spent three hours doing finger exercises on Mistress Aurore’s models. The tendons in my hand ached so much the following day that I couldn’t even pick up a pencil, but I’d never forgotten what to do with my fingers.
If Nicolo had been thinking more clearly, he might have wondered how an apparently innocent girl knew exactly where and how to touch a man, but in this situation, it seems no man ever stops to wonder, he just thanks the Great God for his good fortune.
More than once I thought I’d pushed him too far, but Nicolo possessed superior self-control and managed to hold back, while I dialed down what I was doing. When he’d regained his self-possession, he invariably thrust his hips forward once more, urging me on, as if this was all a test of his masculinity, and one which he intended to pass.
But if his self-control seemed almost inexhaustible, mine was beginning to run out. This was either a terrible idea or the best plan in the history of planning, but either way, it was fast approaching its natural conclusion.
I looked up at Nicolo and saw the desire in his eyes. Truly, he appeared more animal than man, and I wanted that animal as much as I’d ever wanted anything. He lunged for my mouth and kissed me, his tongue forcing its way into the small confines of my mouth. He reached down and gripped my hand as I continued to stroke him and when he broke away from the kiss, he craned his head back as he clenched his eyes shut.
He was close.
So close.
I began to slow my hand and Nicolo’s eyes popped open as he growled, “No, you’ve tortured me long enough.”
Before I could understand what was happening, he’d gripped me by the shoulders and flipped me so he was now on top of me and I was staring up at him in shock. He thrust my shift all the way up to bare my breasts as well as the rest of me. Then, he took a firm hold of each of my thighs and spread them, settling himself between my legs. It was then that I felt the head of him at my opening. I moaned as he rubbed the head of his erection up and down my opening, groaning and closing his eyes as he did. He pushed the tiniest bit of himself inside me and I made a strange yipping sort of sound. When he leaned forward, he brought his face down to mine.
“Charlotte.”
I opened my eyes and found him staring at me intently.
“Are you a maid?” he asked.
It took me a moment to realize he was speaking English and doing so at me.
“Charlotte!”
“Ye-yessir, Master… I mean, Nicolo.” Then he expelled a long breath and at the realization that my virginity was a problem to him, I added, “But I don’t care.”
“And yet I do,” he answered, shaking his head. He pushed up on his elbows as he then slammed his fist into the mattress in obvious frustration, surprising me even further.
Before I could understand what in the world was going on, he brought his face back up to mine and there was regret in his eyes.
“Charlotte—” He took a deep breath. “Your introduction to such things shouldn’t go like this.”
“Master!” The shout and banging on the door made Nicolo and I start so violently, we almost fell off the bed.
“What the fuck do you want!” Nicolo roared at the door, furious at being interrupted.
“Duke Wylder is attacking!”
