Page 19 of The Shadow of Breninsol
Don’t get involved with people, it’s safer for everyone. A more capable witch would have found the answer already.
It was all her fault.
Chapter Seven
Shadow Self
The rhythmic squeaking of a bed frame and the soft patter of rain against the window accompanied the pleasurable moans and groans from the room below. Upon her arrival at The Ladies Grace, Eleanor had to shut out these noises if she wanted to preserve a thread of her sanity. However, she now listened to whoever was working for their client below.
The delicate moan became breathy as the metal frame increased its squeaks. Eleanor had to give credit to whoever was in the room below. They were good. Their sensual moans weren't over-exaggerated, and it elicited the same low groanfrom the client. Although she refused to envision who was in the room, from the rhythmic squeaks and timed groans, she knew what position they’d be in: the woman on top with the client underneath. This was a position she used with her clients, but not because they were lazy and expected her to do everything.
Despite reading a story all day, Eleanor had been tossing and turning in bed. She couldn’t rid herself of what, or rather who, consumed her thoughts. In the blackness of her room, dark eyes looked back at her. Those were the eyes that belonged to the Dark God, eyes that she had agonizingly and painstakingly torn herself away from.
As the pleasured moans continued to call from below, finally Eleanor had enough of being frustrated and unable to think of anything else. She closed her eyes and used the lewd sounds of carnal pleasure to become background noise to her own personal fantasy. The dark-haired stranger from court replaced the unknown man’s low groans. It was effortless to conjure the memory of that room full of colourful silks and glittering jewels that resembled stars in the sky, while he was an incandescent blot.
A fallen dark star.
The pure vision that he’d been in that throne-like golden chair, sitting there, purposeful and commanding. Darkness wrapped around him as if he belonged there. The depths of the Slumbering Lake held the only blue as dark as his long-coat and waistcoat. With one arm draped almost lazily over the chair’s arm, while he raised the other towards her. All it took was for him to give an assertive flick of his pointer and index fingers decorated in priceless rings, and in that simple gesture he let his rule known, not just to her, but to everyone in his presence.
He demanded her.
It was enough to make her lightheaded at the thought of this Dark Star wantingher.
It was nighttime, a time where secrets could hide and Eleanor didn’t want to admit it in the light of day, butstars, if he desired it, she’d be his pet.
Only his.
She let herself indulge in the fantasy she had longed to surrender to since laying eyes on him in the room filled with rich pleasure.
If she could have, then without a shadow of a doubt, she would have obeyed his quiet command. The moment he flicked his long, elegant fingers, she would have gone to him.
Stars, she would have crawled to him if he had commanded it. That thought should have terrified her, but she was alone, in a rickety single bed, in some seedy part of Breninsol. Behind a closed door, she could admit to herself that she would have willingly crawled to him if he had desired it.
She wouldn’t have hesitated to get down on her knees and crawl on the cold floor, ignoring the way her dress tugged at her waist and breasts from getting caught under her knees. Her arse would have swayed in time with her movements, while her hands hit the smooth surface of the marble floor.
She’d have been a spectacle for everyone present, but she’d have ignored everyone else as she held the attention of the one and only being that mattered.Him.
Her knees would have reddened from her crawl across the floor, but she wouldn’t have cared. She’d have crawled through much worse to get to him, even the Mother herself wouldn’t have stopped her from getting to him.
She’d only stop her journey across the room when she was in front of his shiny black boots. Kneeling before him under heavy lashes, she’d have looked up at him. He would allow her to be this close to him, closer than any of those around him. Only she would have that coveted privilege.
She would be close enough to see how handsome he undoubtedly was, with his dark eyes glinting beneath the chandeliers. She wondered whether his hair was as black as the night, and if his lips were full or fine.
She would have kneeled at his feet, waiting, until he made his ruling known. Would he leave her breathless as she remained at his feet in anticipation of what was to come? Or would he use those long fingers to grip her hair and pull her to him? It would take a simple, one word command and she would have happily crawled into his darkly covered lap.
As she thought about how she’d have straddled those widespread thighs of his, she parted her thighs under the thin sheet that was covering her. She drew her fingers through her sex, feeling how wet she was, envisioning her fingers as his, circling her clit with one hand while the other lazily trailed her hips. She thought about how he’d hold her close on his lap, safe and secure. She ignored the bony outline of her hips, continuing her lazy trail over her stomach and stopped at her breasts. She gave a firm squeeze to their softness and circled a nipple in time with the circling of her clit. The sheet felt harsh against her sensitive skin, knowing if she was flush against his body, she’d feel the softest velvets and buttery silks.
A hitched breath left her as she sank a finger into herself. It was a cold contrast to her warm and wet core. She licked her lips as she thought about how it’d feel to have his cock inside her, filling her up in the most delicious way. But she’d happily settle for his elegant fingers inside her, pumping in and out of her, like her fingers were doing right now.
She gave a small shudder at the thought of him finger fucking her. Would she feel the cool bite of his jewelled rings stretching her further? Or would he stop just shy of his rings going inside her, instead letting her wetness drip out and coat his pricelessstones in her shine? The idea of him doing either made her breathless.
She pushed two fingers inside of her heated centre. His fingers would be thicker than hers, perhaps two of his fingers would give her that pleasant stretch.
Being on his lap, she’d be close enough to see whether his eyes darkened or lightened with lust, with his uninterrupted view of her riding out her pleasure on his fingers.
She pinched her nipple as she flicked the pressure point at the apex of her thighs with her thumb, while her two fingers kept their rhythm.
Would he come from her rocking on his fingers while she ground against his erection, or would he wait? Right now, she wanted more than anything to find out what it felt like. She wanted to run her fingers through his dark hair, holding onto him as she came undone by his fingers alone.
