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I wasn’t used to this kind of treatment. Maybe it was a testament to the power of a scintillating costume. Would he be so dedicated to worshipping my body if I wasn’t dressed up like a Victorian molly boy? I had no idea, and I didn’t care. The outfit had been my idea, and it was paying off.
He traced the edge of the velvet choker then found the tiny buttons on the front of the corset.
“Can I take this off?” he asked, voice low and rough.
“God, yes. Please.”
Wow, look at me being all polite. What the fuck was up with this? It was unlike any hookup I’d ever had, but I was definitely enjoying it.
He continued to kiss my neck then pulled the cotton of the chemise aside to get at my shoulder as he popped the tiny buttons along the front of my corset. I’d only ever been the one to take the thing off before, and I had to say, having a paramour remove your clothing as skillfully as if they dealt with historic garments on a daily basis was…exhilarating.
“Wait a second,” I said breathlessly, because something had occurred to me. “Do you sleep with women?”
Alastair stopped what he was doing and pulled back to meet my gaze. “Well, I’m bisexual. So, yes. I have.” He smiled. “Is that a problem for you?”
I let out a breath. Was it? Not exactly.
“No, I just—” I said, licking my lips and wondering what kinds of women Alastair brought to the Chateau Laurier. “I thought you were gay. I assumed…because of Molly’s…”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to assume anything these days,” he said. “Shall I continue?”
I gazed at him and appreciated him being so honest. I kind of wanted to talk about it more, because something about the fact that he slept with women as well as men made me like him even more, even though that didn’t make sense. I’d never slept with a woman, so why did it matter that he had? Maybe because I could imagine that I was one of those women and that fulfilled a need I was aware of but had never articulated.
And for some reason, I couldn’t leave it alone.
“Do you… Do you prefer women?”
Alastair blinked at me. He slowly shook his head as he gazed at me with real affection. “Not at all. In fact,” he said, gaze going back to the corset that wrapped me, “I’m starting to think that gorgeous men in feminine clothes are really what turns my crank.”
I couldn’t help a shy and surprised smile from forming as Alastair returned to the work of removing my corset. What was he doing to me?
As the pressure of the boned garment lessened and disappeared altogether, the absence of the corset’s structure and compression made me feel more vulnerable and naked, even though the thin chemise still covered me. I lifted onto my elbows as Mr. Kenney tugged the splayed material from under me and tossed it to the pile of things collecting on the floor by the bed.
He gazed at me with dark, aroused eyes and an expression of wonder.
“What?” I asked, my voice a damsel’s whisper.
He shook his head. “You just look very delicate and…so, so pretty, Toby. Is it okay that I find you very feminine?”
“No, I don’t mind,” I said, because it was true. “I’m probably non-binary…or at least gender fluid. I just don’t make a big deal out of it, you know?”
After I said it, I wondered if coming out was wise in this situation, when we were only going to be spending a few hours awake together then heading our separate ways. But he had said I was feminine and admitted to sleeping with women. I wanted to be just as forthcoming. And anyway, it was too late, because I’d done it.
He gave me a sober look.
“Thank you for telling me,” he said.
Well. I hadn’t expected that.
“You’re…you’re welcome?”
He laughed. “Toby, I don’t think you realize how fucking adorable you are to me.”
“Like…like a puppy?”
He rolled his eyes. “Obviously not like a puppy. Don’t be ridiculous.” Then he side-eyed me. “Although, I could see you in a leather hood with a rubber tale coming out of your ass.”
I almost choked on my tongue as my arousal went up to Code Red.
