It was so embarrassing. The strange sensations made her vagina contract involuntarily, squeezing the man's finger.
'It's just a finger.'
They were long, but not particularly thick. Compared to a penis, they were nothing.
She had never actually seen Cesare's penis. But, judging by their previous interactions and the current situation, she imagined it must be at least as thick as four fingers put together. And, considering it was cylindrical rather than flat, the volume would be even more significant…
Eileen interrupted her thoughts. She felt she had imagined his member in too vivid detail, despite never having seen it. But as soon as she pushed those thoughts away, an even more intense perception flooded her body again.
With her finger still, the sensation became even stranger. The internal itching intensified, a yearning for more satisfying relief. It was then that a slight shock ran through her, a spark that ignited when her finger brushed against her sensitive clitoris.
— Aaah!
Another finger joined the exploration, in a gentle caress that sent a delicious shiver down her spine. The man traced circles around her clitoris, eliciting a moan from her lips, urging him to continue. The pressure increased, a steady rhythm building against the core of her pleasure.
Inside, his touch was like an uncontrollable fire. Every movement triggered waves of shivers, her body arched instinctively, her hips moved in a silent plea for more.
Heat rose to her cheeks, a flushed color blooming beneath the man's hidden gaze. Fortunately, the shadows concealed the obvious signs of her surrender, allowing her to give in to the intoxicating pleasure he aroused.
— Ah… han… ahhh…
Her previous protests had dissolved into a symphony of moans, her mouth parted in a sigh that bordered on a delicious lament. Pleasure, an overwhelming wave of sensations, threatened to drown her in its intensity.
Just as she was beginning to adjust to the sweet agony, a change within her surprised her. Her body, caught off guard, instinctively contracted, a reaction that elicited an audible crackling sound from the kiss he placed on her vagina.
Relax. You're going to cut my finger.
Not wanting to hurt him, she tried to relax, but somehow her vagina only contracted even more, almost sucking him deeper.
— I-I can't… Ahh, I want to relax, but…
Does it hurt?
No… it just seems very strange.
A muffled moan escaped his lips, laden with a slight trace of vulnerability. He chuckled softly, a hoarse sound that sent shivers down his spine.
Then, a delicate caress once more traced her clitoris, a delightful reward for surrendering to pleasure.
The response was immediate. Heat surged within her, a warm moisture clinging to his fingers. A guttural groan escaped the man, reflecting her growing desire.
With skillful practice, his finger began a rhythmic dance, a slow exploration that made her muscles tremble and traced spasms along her thighs. The man teased her mercilessly, a delicious back-and-forth motion that ignited a fire within her.
Her most sensitive spot, exposed and intensely aware, pressed against his insistent pressure, a perfect target for the man's provocative caresses. The touch, relentless and skillful, drew a series of incoherent sounds from her throat.
— Ah… hum… aah…
The gentle rhythm remained, but its very constancy became a delicious torture.
The excitement that had been building up all day was reaching its boiling point, threatening to overflow. A familiar warmth blossomed within her, a feeling she recognized from that night, but now with an intensity that left her breathless.
Eileen gasped, her deep breath barely able to contain the rising tide of pleasure. Sounds, a mixture of sighs and incoherent moans, escaped her lips.
— Cesare… — she whispered, her voice thick with emotion —, this… is different.
Frustration, mixed with a desperate need, tinged her voice as she repeated:
That's strange. Very strange.
Cesare, perceiving his struggle, murmured, his voice low and urgent:
— It looks like you're about to climax…
Lost in a whirlwind of sensations, Eileen could only offer a breathless confirmation, clinging to his touch as her body teetered on the edge of its limit.
"Yes, " she whispered, more of a feeling than a word.
The slow, deliberate movements increased in intensity. Eileen gripped the sofa fabric, her knuckles white, her eyes closed in a desperate attempt to contain the inevitable. A tingling sensation exploded within her, a growing tension about to detonate.
— Aaaahh…!
A sigh escaped her lips, a primal sound that gave way to a prolonged moan as her body arched in ecstasy. Pleasure, a powerful wave, repeatedly washed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling. Even as she surrendered to her climax, Cesare's touch lingered, a skillful caress that prolonged the delicious agony.
Finally, the wave receded, leaving her weak and breathless. A shiver ran through her body, and a damp heat spread over the place where his fingers had danced.
"That's enough, " he whispered, his voice hoarse with a mixture of pleasure and pain. " Please, stop."
Cesare's touch receded, leaving a lingering warmth in its wake. Eileen collapsed, utterly exhausted. Shivers still ran down her skin, a belated reaction to the storm that had just passed.
He pulled her close, his arms a comforting refuge. Nestled in his embrace, a feeling of safe intimacy enveloped her completely.
As they settled on the sofa, the cramped space felt cozy. Eileen instinctively leaned against him, seeking his warmth. But a sudden shift in sensation beneath her made her shudder. She recoiled slightly, a shadow of confusion crossing her face.
— …
The heat of his erection pressed against her unmistakably, a silent question within the cramped confines of the sofa. Her eyes, wide and bright, reflected the raw lust that seethed within the man.
Still, Cesare remained motionless, his embrace a comforting anchor after the storm. A question crept into Eileen's mind: 'Why is he hesitating to satisfy himself?' A spark of newfound trust ignited within her.
Taking a deep breath, she spoke softly:
"Is there anything else you'd like?" The offer was timid, tinged with a hint of insecurity: "I may not be experienced, but I'm willing to learn."
In truth, she lacked confidence. She doubted he would be satisfied with her inexperienced touch. Still, she wanted to do something. She wanted to see Cesare experience pleasure.
Cesare's hand sought hers, the man's touch surprisingly hesitant.
"You're treading on dangerous ground, Eileen, " he murmured, his voice hoarse.
He held her wrist for a moment, as if fighting against an invisible force, and then carefully released her.
The memory of her former freedoms, the provocative touch, the intense exploration contrasted sharply with her sudden restraint.
"We can't get there yet ," he said, looking away.
Eileen's confusion deepened. He had crossed boundaries before, freely indulging in intimacy. Now, with a mere touch of her hand, he seemed eager to pull away.
He kept saying strange things, and she wanted to understand why.
Cesare let out a dry, humorless laugh.
"I don't want to scare you, " he said, his words laden with hidden meaning. It sounded like a coded message, a promise whispered before a hasty escape.
— Eileen! — Senon burst through the door, full of enthusiasm, only to discover that she had left some time ago. In the reception room, Diego was leaning back, a cigar in his hand, the window wide open.
Hah!
Senon sighed, unable to hide his disappointment. After diligently carrying out his duties at the mansion, he had rushed off upon hearing the news that Eileen had arrived.
But Eileen had left with Cesare long before his arrival. Frustrated at missing the opportunity to see her, he sighed deeply, his frustration evident as he clutched his hair. Resigned to the situation, he approached Diego, who was sitting on the windowsill, laughing.
"Pass me one ," Senon asked.
"Have you given up on quitting smoking yet? " Diego teased.
"Just a temporary pause ," Senon grumbled.
Eileen knew Senon as a non-smoker. In an attempt to impress her, he had lied about his habit.
Since then, Senon has made numerous attempts to turn his lie into reality, abandoning his addiction. However, the number of temporary breaks, in practice, only continued to increase.
Taking the cigar from Diego's pack, Senon quickly snatched the one from the other's lips, lighting it for himself before handing it back. In silence, they both surrendered to the smoke for a moment, until Senon broke the silence.
I heard she cut her bangs. She also took off her glasses.
"Yes, but Senon ," Diego replied, his expression hardening as he took another drag before exhaling the smoke, " we all assumed that the young lady was hiding her face because of the kidnapping."
Yes, that's what we thought.
After the kidnapping, at the age of twelve, Eileen had started wearing glasses and hiding her face with her bangs. It was assumed to be a reaction to the trauma. Consequently, everyone chose to remain silent on the matter, avoiding further questioning.
"But it seems that wasn't the case ," Diego commented, his gaze growing colder as he let out a sarcastic laugh.
The late Mrs. Elrod proved to be even more unbalanced than we had imagined.
To be continued…