“You and I together? So that maybe we can finally teach him some manners?”
This new twist would raise the level like few other times before in their fucking.
“I can’t wait to start, Master.”
He needed no special Virt to interpret Ylianor’s immediate peak of excitement.
“How can I best serve your purpose?” Taking a step back, she bowed, having a hard time quieting the incessant throbbing of her slit and clit. “How can I best serve your lover and you yourself in the fulfillment of your pleasure?”
“I’d say we first get indoors.” Even if she had said nothing, he had caught her shiver of cold. Only natural, since the weather had taken giant leaps into the fall while playing Cecilia’s Game. An unusually icy autumn, if he …
“Yes?” Opening her door, she did not seem surprised to see Chris, simply leaned forward slightly to peer at the dark and deserted hallway. “All alone?”
“He refused to come.” Annoyed, Chris regarded her coldly. “How did you know?”
“Not by spying.” She threw back her shoulders as though daring him to defy her. “Just listened to the gossip. Nobody could talk about anything else tonight.”
“So do I get to ask the damn question in the middle of the hallway?” He glared at her.
For she was making everything more difficult on purpose.
“Or can you at least grant me the privacy of your room?” But if she wanted to see him squirm, she still had a long way to go.
Ylianor stepped aside, then closed the door behind him.
“So everyone’s talking about us?” The room did not offer much in terms of accommodations besides the bed and a solitary chair placed on a side.
“Yes, also your mother—”
“You met my mother?” So he chose the bed, Duncan’s advice echoing in his ears.
“She wanted to meet me.” Ylianor sat next to him. “She’s a …