He obeys, slowly unleashing himself. Then I raise up my own skirts and turn so my back is towards him.
I reach behind myself and grasp the hard, hot length of him. In one swift motion I seat myself upon him.
He groans in approval.
I hadn’t planned on this, hadn’t even wanted it when I entered the breakfast room, and yet now my core is so hungry for his cock that it is almost painful.
It feels so right for him to fill me. It seems to corrects something that has been wrong in my life for a very long time.
Just as I resolve to move because I cannot take the stillness of his penetration a moment longer, the door to the morning room swings open.
My footman, the one who usually presides over breakfast, enters the room.
When the young man sees us he freezes.
He will surely scramble from the room.
But after a moment he moves to the sideboard and begins arranging various foodstuffs there. Withhorror, I realize that it merely looks as if I am sitting on Alfred’s lap, and the footman has no idea that he is, in fact, inside of me.
Alfred surges inside of me and I bite back a whimper. I need to dismiss the young footman from the room, but I cannot find my voice. Then the young man turns to me and says, “Ma’am, do you need anything else?”
As the young man asks the question, Alfred lifts his hips slightly. The subtle movement nearly discomposes me.
I put my hand on his, as a command to stop, but he merely does it again. It takes all of me to stop the moan that rises in my throat.
Alfred has done it intentionally. He is trying to embarrass me.
Finally, I find my voice.
“Yes, you may leave us,” I gasp out. “Do not come back. We need no other attendance this morning.”
Despite my effort my voice is strangled. The young footman looks at me with perplexity—and then, blessedly, takes his leave.
When he is gone, I stand quickly and whirl around. To my shock Alfred is grinning.
“You think such a thing amusing,” I say, hating that he has managed to rattle me—and in front of a servant too.
“You must admit it is quite humorous.”
“You tried intentionally to discompose me,” I say. “You thrust inside me. I felt it.”
“I couldn’t help it,” he says, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. “You should have felt the way you clenched around me when that footman came into the room. I had to feel more of you.”
“I think you must be punished for such naughtiness, Alfred,” I say, quite irritated.
I step towards him. The chair he sits on is armless, andso it is no difficulty to seat myself upon him once more. This time, however, I face him.
“Mhhm,” he says. “This does not seem like a punishment but rather exactly what I wanted.”
From this angle, I have so much control—he is powerless.
“I will tantalize you until you are begging for mercy,” I say.
I raise myself up just slightly to give him a little sensation.
“That is very nice,” he pants.
I then reach down and begin stroking myself.
