Page 12 of Mayfair Madame
And with that, everything she’d said before was forgotten, as I knew it would be, and she told me all about her plans for the coming week.
Fifteen minutes later, we said our goodbyes, with me promising to call in the week, work permitting.
Talking of work, Lord Benjamin Godfrey was still insisting on prosecuting Naomi. He’d been very vocal with his demands, and tomorrow, we’d need to go back and retake her statement. Clement Winthrop’s testimony was inconclusive.
The old boys’ network at play. It seemed he didn’t want to upset a man who could make things difficult for him.
And here was Naomi, assaulted, yet he was acting the victim. If it hadn’t been for his actions, she wouldn’t have retaliated and hit him over the head.
I wasn’t ashamed to admit I was looking forward to seeing her again. It had been three days, and the image of her sitting on the bed, stroking her breast, played on repeat in my mind.
I clenched my thighs, a tingle spreading throughout my core. It wasn’t right to think of her that way, but it didn’t stop the need to satisfy myself.
I threw my phone onto the coffee table and headed to my bedroom. I bounced onto the bed and got my favourite vibrator out of the drawer.
I pressed the button but there was nothing, not even a slight quiver.
Damn. So much for a fancy USB charging one. Not much good if you forgot to put it on charge. I searched around and pulled out another favourite, thankfully with fully charged batteries.
I lay naked on the bed, my pyjamas in a heap on the floor. The room was cool, despite the sunshine flooding it. Tentatively, I touched the buzzing vibrator to each nipple and groaned as they hardened, the surrounding skin puckered and taut.
My stomach muscles tightened, and my most sensitive parts pulsed gently, waiting for my touch.
I moved my hands lower, doing my best to ignore the flabby stomach I hated. Stretch marks marred the skin. I’d been a chubby child and had waged a constant battle with my weight for most of my life. Even now, the war continued.
I pushed the intrusive thoughts from my head and dipped my hand between my legs, parting my lips with my fingertips, now wet and slick.
I touched the tip of the vibrator to my clit, and an instant thrill shot through me. I closed my eyes and squirmed at the sensation.
Oh, yes. I pressed the vibrator harder, finding just the right spot. I arched my back and lifted my hips off the bed. Spreading my legs farther, I moved the device lower, teasing the entrance to my pussy, thrusting it in and out with ease.
I swirled it around, delving deeper. My inner muscles clamped tighter, and my breath hitched as strong vibrations brought me to the edge.
How would it feel to have someone’s hands on me, caressing my skin? Their tongues licking, teeth biting, kisses soothing.
I slipped the vibrator farther down and whimpered as it stretched the soft flesh.
Anal wasn’t just for men. I enjoyed it a lot and especially liked double penetration, although that wasn’t for everyone.
All the while, I played with my clit with the fingers of my other hand, arousing myself until I moaned with pleasure. Everything tensed. Every sinew, every tendon strung like a finely tuned violin.
I moved my fingers quicker, now slick with my juices, and I held my breath, my heart hammering.
Sucking in another breath, I fucked my pussy with the vibrator and let out a cry as finally I crested the wave, and a powerful orgasm shuddered through me.
I groaned, but still I wasn’t done. I kept my fingers firmly pressed against my clit as my body spasmed. Stars flitted behind my closed lids, and the beat of my heart pulsed in my ears. It had taken mere minutes for me to come, but with a force I’d not felt in a while.
Sated and boneless, I turned off the vibrator and snuggled into my pillow, drifting off to sleep. I woke two hours later, shivering but feeling more relaxed than I had in a while. My stomach growled, reminding me it’d been a while since I’d eaten, but could I really afford to?
Old insecurities reared their heads, the ones that told me I was fat and that no one loved me. Why else would my ex, Kate, have left me? In my mind, it had nothing to do with the many work hours and everything to do with my looks.
I tried working out, tried my best to eat healthily, but I was still the fat kid who couldn’t run from one end of the school gym to the other.
The kid who tried every excuse not to have to go swimming each week. Anything to avoid the taunts and the teasing as Istood at the side of the pool in my regulation black bathing costume.
Years of therapy had done its best to rid me of them, but every so often, they returned. Usually, when I saw or met someone I liked. Especially someone like Naomi.
Tall, beautiful, shapely. Everything I wasn’t. She wouldn’t give me a second glance.
