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Fayla doesn’t skip a beat. “You wouldn’t know him. He’s just a quiet family man.”
I feel her edge away from the subject. Her eyes dart away from the hole as she stares off into space, thinking. Is she…lying to me?
“What about your mother?” I ask, trying to redirect her back to what I feel she’s holding back.
“Did you go to Sorin City Elementary? She could have been your teacher if you did.”
“No…no my uncle taught me everything I know.”
“Pity, my mother was the best teacher Sorin City ever had.”
“Is that so?” I try to imagine this woman; a woman who gives birth in a field of grass and wildflowers. A woman who seems to have kept her child away from the rest of humanity her whole life. “Wait, how old are you? Your mother must have been a teacher a long time ago if she quit when you were born?”
Silence is my answer, cold dead silence.
“Fayla?” I ask, moving away from my work to peer through the hole. I see her nightgown, no longer white after being down here in this dank dungeon. It’s damp, brown with dirt and whatever else is on the floor here. The fabric is trembling, and as I watch I hear a hitch of breath and she shudders. “Are you alright?” I reach through the hole, placing a comforting hand on her knee.
“I just miss them so much!” Fayla cries, and I hate myself. I’ve been drilling her about her parents, pushing her to tell me more, and not realizing how much this must be hurting her. “I want to go home, Sebastian…”
“I know, love. I want to go home too.”
I want to go home with you…claim you…make you mine heart and soul…
My own thoughts startle me, but I know without a shadow of a doubt it’s what I want. Fayla moves slightly, and my hand slides between her knees. I suck in a breath and bite my bottom lip. Somehow, even here between her legs, her skin is cold. The moment she feels my touch she shifts again, rubbing her leg on my palm until I’m holding her inner thigh and she's moaning.
“Your hands! They’re so hot!” she cries. Her fingers scratch the stones as she leans her body against the wall and closer to my touch.
“You’re so cold, Fayla… I wish I could help.”
“I feel hotter already…” she whispers, and her legs tremble. “Umm…you said…you said if you touch me…”
“It will feel so much better than when you touch yourself? It would.” My confidence soars to an all-time high. Is she asking me to touch her? Does she want to feel my fingers inside her? I reach farther in the hole, letting my fingers slide up her thigh. The closer I get to the apex of her thighs, the hotter her skin is becoming. “Do you want me to touch you?” My voice is heavy, husky.
Please say yes…
“Yes…” Her voice is barely a whisper, but it’s all I need.
Brazenly, I release her thigh and brush a knuckle over her panties. She gasps, and my cock goes rock hard. She’s so wet I can feel it through the material. What were we talking about? I needed to know something…but now all I can think of is slipping my fingers inside her panties and sinking them into that sweet body.
“I want you on your knees. Now,” I order her, probably too brazenly, but she obediently drops to her knees as I pull my hand back. It puts her panties right in my line of sight, and I have to bite down on my cheek when I watch her throw her nightgown behind her and press her hips to the hole.
“Please…” she begs.
I want to lose control. If she ever begged like that without this wall between us, I would ravish her. I’d take her so hard and fast, I don’t think I could hold back. Her plea practically reaches through the hole and grabs my cock.
“The panties…” I’m breathing hard, nearly panting.
Fayla needs no more instruction. She twists her thumbs into the elastic band around her hips and slowly drags her panties down. I watch, wetting my lips as my mouth goes dry. She’s got a perfect thatch of dark curls delicately cupping her core like a protective barrier.
“I wish I could watch as I touch you…” I choke out, moving my face away from the hole so I can put my arm through. I slip my upturned palm between her legs and cup the searing heat there. She gasps, then stops breathing, and I imagine her eyes flaring open with pleasure.
“Your hands are so big!” she keens, her hips rocking and grinding on my palm instinctively.
“Too big to be inside you?” I don’t recognize my own voice, it’s so thick with need. I’ll have at least one finger inside her before she comes, so help me…
“Inside? How will you go inside?” Sudden fear spikes in her, and she stills.
“Let me show you…” Fuck could this get any hotter? With my middle finger I swirl around her clit, reminding her of the sensation I introduced to her.
