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[ChaseMePleez]

Constance felt the material of her underclothes being cut and more of her skin being exposed. She silently prayed that he wouldn't stop, that he would continue to touch her. The need for any kind of contact with him was overwhelming and shocked herself with how much she wanted this.

The ache she felt intensified and she squirmed slightly. Constance felt the feather brush more of her clothing away to reveal her breasts. She knew he was looking at her, at her bare skin and it excited her that he could see what she had never shown another man.

She cried out when the feather brushed over her so intimately. Constance felt the only end on her flesh and she couldn't help the slight trembling in her body. The sensitivity in her nipples nearly made her jump when he touched them. She couldn't restrain herself in her reaction to what he was doing to her. Constance's body felt so aroused but he had barely even touched her.

"Yes." The plea came out as a whimper.

 

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Thomas Stevenson

Her need for more mirrored his own. His beast was clawing at the surface now, bursting for release. Soon, very soon. Thomas drew in a deep breath keeping his lust in check and began the arduous process of cutting through the final barrier of clothing.

Thomas started at the top edge of her bloomers, he made sure each cut was small and very precise. The tiny slices of the thin material was a torturous tease, unveiling a small peak of visual pleasure every time the scissors came together.

Thomas had already seen hints of her nether-regions when he first washed her, back then the situation had been entirely different. He thought her to be wild animal that needed taming. As it turned out she seemed to be as much the tamer as the tamed.

The dainty splash of hair above her womanhood was shaped like a guided arrow to his indented destination. Thomas paid careful attention to Constance's reactions as he worked. Although she had given him permission to continue he needed to be doubly sure that he'd earn this particular prize.

As her delectable folds of flesh came into view the beast growled to him from within and Thomas felt a powerful twitch centered on his growing manhood. He closed his eyes, refocused and with an outward breath he proceeded with the task. The soft fleshy curtains of her treasure were innocently closed, protectively hiding the jewels within. Thomas had to actively stop himself from reaching out. Almost there, he told himself.

Before long the final cut had been made, Thomas used the feathery end of the quill to remove the clothing as he had done before. He continued the butterfly like touches along the sides of her thighs and then over her mound. He switched sides again using the hard tip explore the entirety of her pelvic area except the tantalising lips of her womanhood. When the time seemed right Thomas made a single ghostly stroke from bottom to top on the edge of her closed lips, not enough to penetrate or even open her but enough that she would feel everything.

"Say it." he whispered in her ear.

 

[ChaseMePleez]

Constance felt the snipping of the scissors cutting through the last barrier. She couldn't help how her body shook as he cut another section from her body, the cool air hitting her skin. This slow sensual torture was tantalizing as it was tormenting. Her hands ached to touch him, to feel his skin under her fingertips. Her sense of modesty and need for him was at war inside her heart.

In her life she had only been courted by young men, boys really, who didn't appeal to her in the slightest. Constance always felt that there was something missing, something that she needed that they didn't have. She felt it in that carriage when she stared into his eyes. It was what had frightened her so about him because subconsciously she knew it gave him power over her.

Constance heard a low growl and she shivered. She felt the material near her sex being removed, the delicate moisture just barely on the material. "Thomas." His name escaped her lips barely on a whisper. She could barely keep her body still as the material was removed. The ache in her skin for his touch was almost maddening. She was barely keeping a hold on herself to stop from begging for him to touch her.

The exploration he partook of her body left her trembling with raw need and desire. Her back arched slightly off the bed when she felt the tip of the feather against the lips of her sex. Every inch of her inch tingled with hunger. She felt him next to her again as he whispered into her. Constance was helpless to how he made her feel. "I want more, please."

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Thomas Stevenson

please

Barely audible but certainly no less powerful. Thomas could sense the passion building within her, an innocence slowly lost with each passing moment. Her breath came in short rapid bursts, her body twitching with every taunting action he presented to her. She was his masterpiece, his work of art. An exquisite sculpture untouched by any other mortal, a gift from God to mould as he saw fit.

The temperature in the room had risen significantly, Thomas had fueled the furnace of her desire igniting the very air around her. Before continuing he stepped back from the bed and unbuttoned his shirt, he made sure that she heard each button unfasten as he worked his way down. He shrugged the shirt off his shoulders and placed it length ways between her head and one of her restrained arms giving her the opportunity to grasp the material he offered.

Thomas handled the quill from the feathered end once again, he approached Constance and leaned in closely making sure that she would feel the searing heat emanating from his skin. Using his metaphorically artistic brush he drew lines across the tips of her breasts centered around the heightened nubs of flesh at the ends. When her body moved to the rhythm of his touch, he lifted the quill slightly and brought it down quickly. He used enough force to hear the slight tap of her skin but not so hard that he would injure her. The shock caused her to body to jump slightly, hastily he used the feathered end to resumed his teasing touches again to distract her. As her skin became accustomed to the soft touch he quickly tapped her again before reverting to the pointed tip once again.

Alternating between the tip, feathers and light taps on her skin he shaped his masterpiece with skillful precision. He utilised this technique along the entirety of her breasts, along her arms, across her stomach, down her legs and finally at the tips of her sex, Thomas kept his body as close as possible to her without any part of his skin touching her.

With a perfectly targeted final tap on the edge of her moistened nether-lips he spoke to her tentatively again.

"Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need." He requested; his voice laced with desire.

 

[ChaseMePleez]

The erratic beating of her heart was accompanied by little gasping moans. So many new sensations flooded her body at once that Constance could barely keep up. With each stroke of the feather over her skin, a new wave of heat overcame her. A fine sheen of sweat had appearred on her skin giving it a glow in the pale light of the room. Her body writhed against the bed, the intense lust almost too much.

Constance could barely stand the silence. His voice was such a comfort to her and she missed it. The small whispers had been only mere moments to her, mere moments when he was close enough to touch. She heard the unfastening of buttons and knew he was undressing, divesting himself of some article of clothing. The ache in her pussy tormented her as images of Thomas without his shirt flashed through her mind.

She grasped the material when she felt it offered to her. Constance could smell the scent of his skin near hers, his warmth so close the need to touch was overwhelming. The restraints creaked just a bit as her arms pulled slightly. The sob caught in her throat when the feather came down on her breasts. Her body jumped, the sensitivity of her skin reacting to the force.

Constance shook and sobbed in restrained pleasure as the feather made rounds across her body. She could feel him so close and yet could not touch him. The desperation in which she needed him was surprising to her. It almost felt cruel that he kept himself from her.

The throb that plagued her between her legs made her cry out as he tapped that feather along the lips of her pussy. Her whimpering cries of pleasure echoed inside the room. Then she heard that sensual voice calling to her again. "Thomas...." Her body shook in anticipation, her hard nipples almost painfully hard. "I want you to kiss me..." She let out a loud shuddering breath. "I need to feel you against me. ...I need you to touch me. I need you, Thomas...I need you so much."

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Thomas Stevenson

She yearned for his touch, the simple act of skin upon skin. He would not deny her, for on this night he had earned the right to do so. Thomas stowed the quill back in the draw, it's grand purpose had been achieved and he was in need of it no longer.

Thomas leaned over her again and placed an effervescent kiss on the part of her forehead not covered by the blindfold. The perspiration that beaded on her skin emanated a fragrance and taste uniquely hers.

Thomas gradually kissed his way down her nose and planted a passionate kiss directly on her lips, like before he made sure that only his face and lips touched her. Before he became too lost in the moment he quickly pulled back and resumed his journey. His lips traced her jaw line before plunging along the insides of her neck. He kissed onward up and down the soft smooth skin of her arms leading his way toward her heaving chest. With precise movements his mouth played in between the valley of her breasts before settling around each hardened nipple.

Thomas suckled hungrily on each peak letting his beast take control of his actions. He growled deeply in his throat as the taste of her skin satisfied his taste buds and her intoxicating scent filled his nostrils. Before he could lose himself too greatly in the moment Thomas leashed himself and worked his way downward. Down her taut stomach he traveled adding his tongue to the exploration of her body. When he reached the edge of her hips he stepped back and positioned himself between her legs for better access.

Thomas edged his way up each of her legs until his journey had finally brought him to his ultimate goal. The pink folds of her womanhood were still closed to him like a stage show on the brink of a premiere. He moved his face a mere inch from her enticing lips, breathing in deeply, he closed his eyes and relished in the faint musky aroma that filled his lungs. When the air of his breath burned for release he exhaled a wave of warm air over her sensitive sex.

"What do you desire the most Constance?" He called out to her, making sure each word hummed tauntingly over her awaiting mound.

 

[ChaseMePleez]

Constance smiled slightly when she felt those soft lips on her forehead. Her pulse sped up as he trailed kisses to her lips. She sighed into his mouth as he kissed her, cherishing him with her lips. The throb that emanated from between her legs became a virtual heartbeat, thrumming through her body. A long low moan escaped her lips as his lips traveled down her neck.

His mouth left a burn on her skin as he kissed down her body. Constance let out a whispered plea, not really knowing what for."Oh Thomas...."All she knew was that she needed him and what he was doing to her. Her body undulated towards him, wanting the feel of his warm body but he kept away, only his lips touching her skin. The startled sob surprised her when he suckled her nipple.

Constance arched her back, driving her breast into his mouth. The suckling of his mouth drove her to wild panting, her chest heaving. She couldn't control her own little cries of pleasure and pulled at the restraints, her hands itching to touch him. The need was becoming more and more desperate.

Her stomach quivered against his lips and she knew where he intended to go. Her mind was intoxicated by the caress of his mouth. Constance cried out when she felt his face so close to the lips of her sex. She shuddered as his warm breath blew against her pussy. She felt a tear escape from the frustrated need that tormented her.

What did she desire the most? Her voice was raw as she answered him. "I want your kiss on my sex." Whatever modesty she had was put aside by the need she felt.
Her body was so aroused that she wasn't to proud to beg him. "Please..."

 

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Thomas Stevenson

Her raw lustful cries strummed against the strings of his own building arousal. He was so focused on the task at hand that only now felt the push of his own desire growing hard against the front his pants. He needed every ounce of his concentration to convey the command she had begged him for.

Thomas stood back from the bed again. He moved to her side with purposefully loud footsteps, once he was within Constance's hearing range he made quick work of removing his belt, ensuring the leather whipped softly in the air. He placed it carefully across her breasts, right over the tips of her sensitive nipples. In one fluid motion he removed his breeches and underclothing to give his engorged member room to breathe. The surrounding air was still cool and he felt the contrasting temperature difference lick at his naked member.

Thomas carefully spread out the remainder of his clothing on the opposite side to his shirt in the exact same fashion. He moved back around the bed and laid himself on the side giving his stiff erection the room to sit comfortably against his leg. He moved his head back to its former position and ensured that she felt the tantalising warmth of his breathe on her nether lips.

He gently touched the edge of her folds with the tip of his tongue, with slow stringent movements Thomas lapped against her soft flesh gradually parting her with every stroke. Her taste was exquisite, her chalice held the promise of immortality and Thomas drunk deeply. Before long his chaste movements increased in speed and his mouth pressed firmly against her mound. His tongue found the entrance to her love canal which he promptly entered and discovered the barrier of her virginity. He pulled back quickly and reevaluated his thoughts. So, she had not lain with a man before, he never thought to ask but then again it wasn't really his business. Until now.

Thomas had no intention of loosing the atmosphere of the scenario. If she truly desired him, then it would be his honor to be her first lover. He swiftly brought himself back to the present, his tongue reacquired it's casual pace as he journeyed his way to the small nub of flesh at the top of her sex. Upon finding the pearl of her desire he gave it a loving caress, tracing miniscule circles around the edges ending in a gentle touch and the tip. With this well planned distraction he then lazily trailed the tips of his fingers from the base of her legs all the way to her budding entrance. Using only his middle finger he imperceptibly penetrated her, not enough to break through her innocence, but deep enough to feel the strong pulse of her muscles tightening around his digit.

With this final combination Thomas progressed her body to what would hopefully be a very pleasurable climax.

 

[ChaseMePleez]

Constance felt like a ball of raw emotions just bursting to get out. Her skin felt wicked tight against her body and everything in her throbbed with a delicious torment with every touch he gave. She could hear the belt as it was being removed from his pants. Her body shivered when the piece of leather was placed on her overly sensitive nipples. Her breasts shook with the shuddering breath she took.

She could hear the removal of clothing and felt the bed move slightly. Constance didn't know what to expect but when she felt his breath on the lips of her sex, the moan she let out was pure unadulterated sexual longing. The feel of that wicked tongue had an instant effect. Constance's body began to squirm against the bed. Whimpering sobs of pleasure escaped her control. "Oh god, Thomas!"

Her mind nearly blanked out when his tongue entered her entrance. In light whispers she spoke to him in Gaelic, words of passion and affection. The long licks against the nub of her sex shot her into another level. Constance fought against the restraints, the raw ecstasy almost too much. Her hips moved with the circling of his tongue. The tension inside her body was increasing at a fast steady rate.

When his finger penetrated her, Constance felt the tension overwhelm her. She arched off the bed and then proceeded to break into a million pieces. She was almost afraid of the loss of control that overcome her and called out for him. "Oh......oh..." She couldn't put simple words together once the intensity hit its peak. Never in her life had she felt something like that.

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Thomas Stevenson

Thomas relished in the way her body reacted to his attentive ministrations. The whispered words that rolled of her tongue he could not understand, but instead felt the underlying passion and meaning behind them escaping her soul.

Her climax brought forth the soprano of her voice that echoed throughout the room and resonated through his body. Thomas ensured that she received the utmost pleasure from her orgasm as he continued his even tongue strokes, it wasn't until her body shied away from over stimulation that he ceased.

Thomas reluctantly dragged himself away from her. The effects of her release had also poured into his own body. Standing in front of her now he could see his manhood had reached its full potential. It protruded strongly from his body thumping in time with his racing heart as the blood surged through relentlessly.

He longed to be within her, to feel her warmth surround him. But like a caterpillar morphing into a beautiful butterfly, she needed time to mature. Thomas made his way around the side of the bed, he grasped one of her wrists and began to untie the silk tie down. He guided her hand so that her finger tips touched the top of his forehead, he released his grip to allow her to control the speed and pressure of her own touch. Thomas positioned his body carefully so that only the tips of her fingers would ever be able to make contact.

"Show me what you want." He requested in his deep commanding voice.

 

[ChaseMePleez]

Constance's body felt alive as she soared with the orgasm that wracked her body. The intense pleasure made her sob out and tremble. Her body jerked slightly as his tongue continued to stroke her sex. The attack to her senses left her overwhelmed and breathing hard while she tried to calm her heart,

She could hear Thomas moving and then felt the loosening on the ties on the wrist of one of her hands. Constance wanted to touch him but he held her at a bit of distance. Only her fingertips could skim his body. She skimmed the top of his forehead, down his cheek, tracing the outline of his jaw and settled on his lips for a few moments. Constance dwelled on the softness of those sensual lips that had driven her to heaven just moments before.

Her fingertips went lower, trailing down his neck and felt out the muscles of his hard chest. Constance trembled because she knew she was getting into new territory for her. Touching him was as intoxicating as when he touched her. She reveled in the sensuality of his hard body. Her fingers skimmed down his stomach, taking time to feel out the muscles and went lower still, feeling the trail of hair.

Constance gasped when her finger skimmed his manhood. With an innocent sensuality she touched him, feeling out the length of his erection. Her breathing was heavy and she wished she could see his face. "I want this..." Her face flushed in arousal and she felt him give her some slack in her hand as she wrapped her little hand around his hard erection.

"Show me how to make you feel the way you did for me."

 

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Thomas Stevenson

Thomas observed the way Constance guided her hand down his body, her fingers analyzed every section of his naked body. The feathery touches sent shivers of pleasure all along his skin as she lowered herself the length of his torso.

When she reached his stern rod Thomas made no move to keep her from it. A small bead of his pre-cum had moistened the tip of his staff reflecting his arousal perfectly. Her delicate fingers wrapped their way around him comfortably dwarfed by the shear size of him. The warmth transferred from their tactile contact caused his breathing to become ragged and uncontrolled. She requested his guidance.

Thomas encapsulated her petite hand in one of his own and stepped forward slightly to give her a better grip. After, he repositioned her fingers and palm in a more favourable setup. With careful teaching he wordlessly conveyed all the necessary information required to bring him to climax. He ensured the she applied the most pressure at the base whilst loosening slightly near the tip. As she reached the top he felt, then witnessed as his manhood released another drop of his masculine fluid. He kept her pace long and measured before letting go and allowing her to proceed on her own. Being a quick learner, it wasn't long before she was experimenting on her own, and using his bodily reactions she analysed the outcomes.

 

[ChaseMePleez]

Constance felt his warm hand envelop hers and she got a better grip when he got closer. With Thomas's guidance her hand moved over his hard erection. She listened to how he responded to her touch. He seemed to like it when she varied the pressure as she stroked him. The fact that he enjoyed her touch so much made her feel extraordinarily feminine. Her hand came down the shaft and twisted when it came back up him.

All Constance wanted was to give him the release he gave her. She used her thumb to massage the head of his cock, feeling the moisture that dripped out. Her innocent hand continued to stimulate him. Constance found his arousal increased when she tapped her fingers underneath his cock. She enjoyed the little reactions she heard in his voice, how his body tensed up as she kept touching him.

She could hear that his breathing had turned ragid. Thomas whispered something under his breath that she couldn't hear. She kept her pace, pumping his cock, taking a moment to cup his sack. From the way he took in a sharp breath, she thought he liked it. His moans blanketed her in sensuality and she kept it up. wanting to listen to his release. Constance licked her lips, wondering what it would like to have him in her mouth but for now, she wanted this. "I love what you did to me. I love how you made me feel. I want you to let go. I want to hear you let go." The words were a honest plea for what she hungered for.

Constance increased the speed and kept up a steady rhythm. His body began to jerk and there were harsh curses coming from under his breath. "Thomas." Her voice was thick with the desire she felt for him. "Give it to me, Thomas."

 

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Thomas Stevenson

The pressure on his manhood was burning from the base to the tip. Her amorous movements kept him right on the edge and his beast roared for release. He hadn't released how torturous and pleasurable the feeling of a near orgasm could be. Until now.

"Oh God" Thomas whispered under his breath.

He could barely remain standing now and had to use the edge of the bed to keep himself upright. The sudden grip on his strained balls gave him a slight break in the overload of sensations but it did not curb his arousal by any means. Then she spoke to him, not to his mind but to his heart. Her words were the final means to push him over the edge.

Her last stokes brought the rush of warm fluid that burst forward from the tip of his manhood. Each pulse of his throbbing erection brought along a course grunt of pleasure from deep within his throat. He watched with great satisfaction as the seed of his loins sprayed uncontrollably on her naked breasts, stomach and down her hand. When she had coerced him for all he had, Thomas pulled himself back away from her grip to recover.

After a few short moments of catching his breath he viewed his masterpiece with an artistic eye. Like a canine marking its territory the sight of his inner white liquid spread along her naked body, had marked her as his. Thomas steeped back over to her and scooped up some of his seed with a finger and used it to play around the edges of her nipples, he then gathered a decent amount and placed his finger below her nose before coaxing her to part her lips and taste his essence.

 

[ChaseMePleez]

Constance heard the words barely pass through his lips. She could almost feel the change in his body.His cock stiffened up even more in her hands and she kept up the pace. There was a squeak from the wooden headboard under some strain and it took her a moment to realize that he was gripping it. It excited her to think that she was doing this right for him. The pleasure he had given her with his mouth had been incredible and she wanted to make him feel like that, to give him a piece of herself.

As her stroke became more insistent, she felt a warm liquid spurt out onto her breasts, stomach and hand. His grunts of pleasure encouraged her to milk his cock for everything he had. Once he had coated her in his seed, Thomas pulled away from her, breathing hard. Constance felt him scoop up some of his seed and use it to play with her nipples. In a moment she smelled something under her nose and opened her lips, knowing what was coming. Once she closed her lips around his finger, she taste the masculine essence she had coaxed out of him.

Constance suckled at the finger, swallowing the bit he had on his finger. She swirled her tongue around his digit, getting every drop he offered to her. Thomas let a low chuckle that made her smile. He slowly pulled his finger back and she felt his thumb grazing her bottom lip. The tie that held her other wrist came loose and she was lifted up. Constance wrapped her hands around his neck. He walked over to the connecting bathroom, opening the door. She felt him lower into tub and felt the hot water being run into the porcelain tub.

Once the tub was full, Thomas nudged her forward and she felt him slip into the tub right behind her. He also fastened her hands to the sides of the tub. He bathed her body as she lay against him, so relaxed that she very nearly fell asleep on him. The rest was a bit of blur for her but she did feel him taking her out of the tub, drying her off. He laid me down next to him in that same bed, finally removing the blindfold as she was falling asleep. As Constance slipped into a peaceful sleep she swore she saw a smile on Thomas's lips.

 

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Thomas Stevenson

The warm bath was a welcomed therapy for the intense session they shared in his room. Constance relaxed against him as he slowly washed her, his fingers played happily along the wet smoothness of her skin. He used a special set of bath salts he reserved for relaxation aroma therapy. By the time he had finished she was in a complete daze and ready for bed.

He carried her off to his bed again and dried her. Though he knew it would be proper to dress her before bed he had neither the energy nor desire to. Thomas lay her next to him and pulled her into a comforting homely embrace, pressing her naked body against him as they fell asleep together.

Thomas woke the next morning feeling her body pressed affectionately toward him. He didn't run this time. He gave her a chaste kiss on her forehead and suddenly realised they had slept in a lot later than usual. Did the servants know that he had taken her to bed with him and not bothered to disturb him? Or were they in such a deep sleep they didn't hear the morning knock on the door? Whatever the reason, he didn't care. The naked beauty engulfed in his comforting embrace was all he needed.

Thomas brushed a few strands away from her face as she stirred awake.

"Good morning Constance." He greeted her with a bright smile.

 

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Even in her sleep Constance sought solace in the warmth of Thomas's arms. Her dreams had been dark and sensual, his husky voice whispering in her ear. She felt the slow awakening bringing her back to reality. A pair of lips against her temple greeted once she woke and Constance smiled warmly. She felt Thomas brush away a few hairs that had fallen in her face as she slept. His smile was so genuine that a light blush stained her cheeks. God, he was so handsome when he did that.

"Good morning, Thomas." She leaned and gave him a sweet kiss. Constance had never felt like this about anyone but she was too scared to put a name to the feeling. It was like tempting fate to her, as if she would be hoping for too much. Looking towards a clock that sat in one of the corners of the room, she noticed that they had slept late. "It looks like we have slept a part of the morning away."

Her stomach decided to make itself known with a loud growl that made her giggle and hide her face in his chest. "I guess my stomach is trying to tell me something. As nice as this is, I must get dressed." Still a little shy about her nudity, Constance snagged his shirt which was laying on the back of a chair. She slipped into it and was instantly engulfed by his scent. The shirt was way too big, ending almost to her knees.

 

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Thomas Stevenson

Thomas laughed with mild amusement as she apologised for her audible bodily response. He sensed her mild discomfort of being naked around him as she turned her back to him before placing his overly large shirt around her. It was this reason why he opted to use the blindfold and silk binding during the night; he had no desire to force her into the sexual encounter they both experienced, but he knew that each piece of equipment he used would reduce the initial embarrassment of the whole situation.

Though the shirt looked ridiculously large on her, the fact that she was wearing it seemed to solidify the bond they shared the night before. To him, it was simply another reason he needed Constance to stay with him indefinitely. Without getting dressed Thomas strutted over to his door, he cracked it open a small amount and called out to his servants to bring them breakfast.

Though his staff had caught him on occasion without any clothes, most of those times involved a rather large amount of alcohol in his system. He opted to wear only his breeches as one of the maid knocked on the door with breakfast. Unlike the morning before Thomas was thrilled to share breakfast with the woman he shared the night with. For him it would be the first time, but hopefully not the last. During breakfast Thomas reopened conversation.

"I hope you enjoyed our evening together."

 

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Constance did find it amusing that Thomas so at ease in his nudity. She took the time to look at him, to appreciate that body. It was almost disappointing when he finally decided to pull on his breeches. The food the maid brought smelled delicious and her stomach greeted the feast with a happy growl. She dug into the food happily, feeling very peaceful and at ease after last night. Although she did color slightly when Thomas brought it up.

"Yes. I enjoyed it very much. I've never felt like that before." Constance was discovering a lingering hunger for him that had only become more apparent since their encounter. Her eyes looked up at him, the color vibrant in them. "I've never let anyone touch me like that. Does it always feel like that? Every part of you coming alive?"

The shirt had slipped and her naked shoulder was bare, her creamy skin exposed. The sunshine raining in from the window gave her the appearance of a sensual woodland fairy who had spent an active night with her lover. Her cheeks reddened even more and she couldn't look him in the eye for a moment. "I liked touching you." Once the meal was over, Constance went to her room and dress in a dress in a soft blue.

She knocked on the door before entering back into Thomas's room. She smiled at him. "You look quite dapper, Mr. Stevenson." Her smile was happy and content, a light in her that was not there the day she first arrived. Strange at how quickly things had changed. "May I ask what you have in mind for today? My curiosity is peaking."

 

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Thomas Stevenson

He was truly pleased that she enjoyed the evening, a small part of him was worried that is actions and behavior were not acceptable for her.

"I am truly honored to be the one guiding you through the wonderful world of such an amazing experience. I won't say that every single time will be same but hopefully, if I still have your trust, then we can explore a great deal more." He answered.

Her confessional desire of her contact with him brought a noticeable colour change in her cheeks. He could tell she was still nervous and possibly even embarrassed by the sexual experience of the night but as he admired her fey-like appearance her exquisite loveliness only tugged on his desire to further their relationship.

While Constance returned to her room to change Thomas rifled through his own cupboards. He dressed in the clothing he usually wore when visiting London, it was much the same as the attire he wore when he first met Constance. She knocked on his door shortly after he dressed and when he opened it his eyes widened at the beauty standing before him. Though she was only dressed in a simple blue dress, it highlighted the natural beauty of her figure.

"Well, my dear. I have been requested to attend a party tonight, my friend Richard's party; whom I'm sure you remember. Though I have attended his parties without a female companion in the past I think for tonight I would like to make an exception. Would you be interested in accompanying me tonight? If so we will need to make an excursion into town to find some appropriate clothing for you" He queried.

 

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The morning had left Constance in a contented mood. Her skin almost glowed as she walked into the small room to dress for the day. The experience with Thomas had left her curious about what other aspects of intimacy they would explore next. Last night had been sensual and eye opening in a way. She had yet to allow herself to explore her own yearnings and desires. It was an act frowned upon by the church and society but she couldn't help the way Thomas made her feel when he touched her.

She had to catch her breath when she saw how Thomas's eyes lit up at her presence. Something blossomed in the pit of her stomach and she was keenly aware of his interest in her. What she feels inside her now is hope, Constance realizes. Somehow Thomas had given that back to her and now maybe the both of them could make some sort of life. She wanted to stay with him. Their time together had barely been a sentence in the book of their lives but Thomas had found a spot in her life for himself.

Constance looked curious. "I remember him quite well." She smiled up at him and had to hold back the urge to jump into his arms. No one had ever taken her as an escort to a party before. Since she lived mainly in the country, Constance had never been to many in the past. "I would love to go with you, Thomas." In the back of her mind she worried as to what his friends might think of him bringing an auctioned woman to a party.

Once they had arrived at the dressmakers, the owner shuffled Constance into the back. She looked back at Thomas in helpless fear at the woman's aggressiveness. He looked a tad amused and she grimaced, allowing the woman to fit her. She did feel guilty spending Thomas's monet after everything he had already done for her. The dressmaker finally settled on a dress that had been ordered by Sir Reginald's daughter that was canceled. The owner needed to get rid of it anyway and the dress was absolutely beautiful.

The ivory silk was a perfect compliment to her skin but she did not want Thomas to see her in it just yet. She would let him see tonight when she was bathed and perfumed for him. The dress was most beautiful she had seen in a long time. The dressmaker took the accessories for the dress and the dress itself into the back to have it packaged up. She beckoned to Thomas once she returned from the back. "The dress will be delivered to your home immediately. I think you'll like her choice. Very elegant."

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Thomas Stevenson

They spend most of the trip into town in humble silence, the last time they shared a carriage together the mood had been entirely different. When they arrived, the city was the usual mess of people dashing around rushing from place to place. Thomas ordered the driver to stop them outside one of the famed dressmakers in all of London.

Any average ordinary person would of had to have made a booking well in advance to even enter the premise but the dressmaker was well known to his family as his mother quite frequently visited her when she was still alive. Thomas stepped out of the carriage and held his hand out to Constance, she accepted and he guided her into the small shop. Inside the quaint little shop several rows of extravagant dresses lined the walls, each of them exquisite and expensive in their own right.

"Ah Mr Stevenson I have not seen you in some time. Ever since your mother passed away, God bless her soul. What brings you here today?" The dressmaker commented. Her attention then fell onto Constance and her brows arched in question. The expression was one he knew all too well, by this evening, everyone who was anyone would be talking about the new girl at Thomas Stevenson's side.

"I am to attend Mr Johnston's party this evening. Lady Constance needs one of your finest works for the event. I trust you have something for her?" He explained. Eliza looked Constance up and down and then paced around her with fingers tapping the tips of her mouth lightly.

"I have just the thing. This way my dear." She responded brightly and dragged Constance away. Constance gave him an apprehensive look but Thomas simply smiled confidently back at her. From what he'd learned of her history this was possibly the first time she would ever be fitted in a dress in this manner, but if she was to join him for future social events then it would be something she would need to get used to.

At least a hour later the two women emerged. Eliza informed him about the delivery details and cost. Thomas guided Constance back onto the carriage and informed the driver to take them to the jeweler next.

 

[ChaseMePleez]

Constance felt a nagging sense of guilt that Thomas was spending so much on her. At the jewelers he bought a beautifully ornate pearl choker for her to wear. She touched his arm gently, her warm eyes wide with worry. "Thomas, this is all so much. I feel like I am taking advantage of you." The last thing she wanted him to think is that she was using him for his money. He meant something to her and it scared her how quickly he was digging a place for himself inside her heart.

The smile that answered her worries was enough to make her blush. His warm hand cupped her cheek and she could swear he could hear how her heart was pounding against her ribs. Their faces got close until someone cleared his throat rather loudly to bring them both back to reality. It was the clerk who had a red face and had something for Thomas to sign. She hadn't noticed the younger females in the jewelers too. There was a small symphony of giggles as she and Thomas exited.

Her hand lay in his as they walked back to the carriage and nothing had ever felt so right to her. The ride home was made with more haste since they needed to eat and ready themselves for the party. He had toyed with her fingers during the carriage ride home absentmindedly. At small intervals of time, she had noticed he would make these little efforts to touch her in some way. It was almost endearing.

The dress and jewels were lain across the small bed in her room. Constance soaked in a tub with jasmine and vanilla oil to perfume her skin. By the time her hair was done and the dress was on, she barely recognized herself in the mirror. The pearl choker was the last thing to be put around her neck. She took a moment to brace herself for Thomas's reaction. Constance wanted him to like it, to like her in it. Goodness, she was being foolish.

She knocked on the connecting door as usual before entering his room. Constance caught sight of him in his attire and her breath caught. The man was as handsome as any stuck up nobleman but he didn't treat people like trash. "You look so dashing, Mr. Stevenson."

 

[DungeonsOfDread]

Thomas Stevenson

Thomas smiled at her humble comment, she seemed completely overwhelmed at all the focused attention he was giving her. He knew alot of what he'd given her was probably over extravagant but tonight he wanted no question as to her status along side of him. For this evening she was to be his equal and not some common servant.

He was certainly becoming more comfortable in her presense. He couldn't keep his hands away from her, not in a sexual way but definately more than just friendly. Thomas barely notice nor cared for the hushed whispers that followed after they almost kissed in the jewelers.

Thomas couldn't wait for the evening to arrive. As they rode home together he could almost picuture the shocked faces of all his peers as he presented Constance as his partner for the evening.

After they returned home, Constance retreated to her room to change. His staff had already informed him about the arrival of her dress and had already placed it in her room. Thomas had not seen it yet and was quite looking forward to seeing her in it. After finalizing his own wear; a clean and well iron shirt, black leather breeches with a formal coat, he heard the door knock.

The beauty that stood before him was a sight beyond anything he dared to imagine. She was every bit a confident countess that could woo any man in any part of the country. The combination of colours, fabric and jewelry sent warm feelings of contentment running through his veins. Though she commented on his own appearance he brushed it off quickly.

"You look absolutely ravishing my dear. A perfect gem in a crown of magnificence." he praised openly. He took her hand in his and escorted her to his private carriage, all of his staff were wide eyes and open mouthed at her incredible transformation.

"Are you ready sir?" Micheal confirmed with a tip of his hat.

"Continue on." Thomas replied. Thomas couldn't help but oogle at her the whole trip to Richards party. Constance noticed; he apologised but didn't stop. When they arrived Richard and his wife were astanding at the entrance of their house greeting the arriving guests.

Thomas stepped out first and held his hand out to Constance.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

 

[ChaseMePleez]

Constance felt like a lady for the first time in her life in this dress. Thomas's firm warm hand around her own gave her a bit of confidence she didn't have before. The servants' stares were a little disconcerting because she wasn't used to such attention. On the ride there it was very obvious that Thomas was staring at her and it gave her a fluttering in her belly. She was nervous that she would embarrass Thomas in front of his friends.

Once he stepped out of the carriage, she took a deep breathe and took his hand. Constance stepped out to hushed whispers from some other people who were entering the party also. "Ready as I can be." She barely whispered back at him and Thomas placed her on his arm like he would any lady of worth. Constance tried not to feel too awkward as they approached Richard and his wife.

She was still uncomfortable in the other man's company. Thomas greeted his friend formally but friendly, shaking his hand after thanking him for the invitation. Constance did the same with his wife, who seemed like a very demure little thing even though she was very pretty. Richard took her hand and placed a polite kiss on her knuckles. Constance saw a look in his eyes that made her cling closer to Thomas.

She smiled up at her escort. "Let's go inside. I can hear the music from here and it sounds so lovely. I would love to have a dance or two with you." Ordinarily it was customary for the gentleman to ask the lady but Constance had never stood on formality, at least not with this man. He brought an element of peace with his presence. They went inside and walked to the dance floor.

Once the orchestra started up again, Thomas had an arm about her waist as they danced around the room. It had been so long since she went dancing. There was an amused glimmer in those lovely eyes that she recognized. Very subtly her hand lifted from his shoulder and touched his face softly. Around them people speculated as to who she was and how she was connected to Thomas.