Nothing.
—Coming your way, Lu—
—I’m here, Nymph—
In the basement, I knock on the long table that’s propped against the wall. Ludo shifts it from his side then stands there, his eyes roving over my body.
His frame fills the space.
—Nymph—
My janitor steps forward and scoops me up, moving me into the tunnel, then putting me down again.
—Wait—he tells me.
As soon as Ludo has sealed up the entrance, I’m back in his arms. This time, I feel the hard ridge of his cock grinding into my belly.
Holy shitballs.
“Take me to your room.”
—It is humble—
“Does it have a bed?”
—A mattress—
“Then, it’s perfect.”
He carries me, and I nestle my head in his shoulder. —Walk faster—
I hear a chuff of breath that constitutes a Ludo-laugh. I don’t know what’s got into me, but I’m in a near frenzy of desire. My nose traces the contours of his shoulder, then without thinking, I bite down, hard.
He pauses for a second, then swings me around so I’m crushed up against the wall.
“Are you going to kiss me then?”
Instantly, his lips are against mine. Our mouths frantically dance together. I lock my legs around his back, pulling my fingers through his long hair. A moan leaves my throat at the rocking of his hips. “Please.”
Just grinding against this wall I feel close to exploding.
Ludo grunts, grabbing me under the ass cheeks, then setting off at a running pace into the dark. We take turn after turn until we reach a door. With one hand, he flings it open then charges over to the mattress, dropping me there so I bounce.
Breathless.
I prop myself up onto my elbows, then, with my knees bent, I slowly part my thighs.
—I scent your arousal—
“I’m soaked through for you,” I confess. “Do you want to see?”
When he falls to his knees in front of me, I take that as a yes.
Then he freezes; his pupils so blown they swallow the mis-matched color of his irises. There is far too much fabric between us.
With that thought, I start to strip, casting off my fleece, then wiggling out of my jean-shorts, leaving me in just the tank and tights.
My nipples tighten and pucker in the cool air. Ludo’s gaze is fixed on the apex of the red latticed fishnets.
