I enter through the side door, the old servants’ entrance. It’s the first time I’ve been back here since London, since the last kiss with Isaac, and I haven’t heard from Blair since then unless it’s to agree to something to do with her security. Even then, most of it has been done through Franklyn.
The castle’s silent, most people in bed by now. The staff keep quiet hours and stay out of each other’s business, it’s always been that way. I heard the groans of someone close to orgasm as I pass the room of one of the cooks and feel lost.
Another empty bed.
Light escapes from the gap around the door to my suite, a glimmer in the dark. The housekeeping staff will have been in to dust and change the bed linen maybe having left a light on, but when I go in I smell perfume, the sort that makes my cock go hard and my heart start to pound.
Blair lies on my bed wearing a long silk night dress that’s split up to her thigh and her right breast spills out of the plunging neckline. Her nipple is hard and her lips are red.
“I thought you’d be back earlier.”
“Fuck.” It’s the only word I’m capable of. And then I’m crawling on my knees towards her on the bed, my eyes trying to eat as much of her as they can.
“I’m sorry I haven’t spoken to you.” She cups her tit in her hand and pinches her own nipple. “I had to get my head round it.”
“Isaac?” I’m not shying away from his name.
“Isaac. I saw him.”
I pause. “What did you do?”
“Kissed him.”
“And?”
“We talked about you.”
I grab her ankles and yank her further down the bed. “What did you say about me.”
“How much we liked your cock.”
“And what did you do after you talked about me?”
She looks out of the open window. Rain batters down on the glass. “He watched what I do when I think about you while you’re away.”
The scene is in my head. Blair in front of him, her legs spread, pussy displayed for him, glistening with her arousal.
“Did he touch himself while he was watching you?”
She nods. I push down the nightdress, exposing both her tits. Her nipples are tight hard buds which I pinch hard.
“Did he come on you?”
“Yes.”
“On these?”
“Yes.”
“And then?”
“He watched while I rubbed it in and I told him I wish you’d come on me too.”
I take one nipple in my mouth and suck on it, nip it with my teeth and pull, hearing her whimper and the pain that turned into pleasure. I let it go with a pop.
“So you’d like both of us on you. Both of us sucking on your tits, fingering you?”
There’s a nod.
