Chapitre 12: Chapter Twelve
#Chapter Twelve
She drifted in and out of sleep, but her body was awake with arousal. Desire tingled through her body as the man in her dreams rocked his hips into her and she turned in bed, spreading her legs wide as she moved into another position. Her pussy was clenching as the orgasm rode through her head to her toes, causing little shivers to ripple across her body. As she slowly emerged from her dream, her eyes fell on the empty space beside her on the bed.
Frank was gone again.
She got up immediately, heading to the bookshelves. Picking one book out from behind stacks of books which she had kept securely hidden, she flipped it open. It was filled of pornographic images and she needed to feast her eyes on the sex she was sure she might never get to encounter in her life.
In one picture, a man was eating a woman's pussy as she arched her back in pleasure. In another, a woman was sucking on a man's dick as she played with her pussy. She flipped and flipped, stopping especially at the picture where men were feasting on pussies. How did it feel like? A man's hot mouth around her core, licking her juices up, pushing his tongue into her folds? Desire burgeoned between her legs until she slammed the book shut and returned it to its hiding place.
After preparing herself, she sped out to the rest of the mansion, looking for any sign of Frank, but not finding him anywhere. She eventually gave up and resolved to calm her nerves down a little, so she headed towards the garden to gaze at the flowers.
When she reached, however, she was greeted with the most horrible sight ever. Lachlan was seated at a rock, gently peeling layers off of a bun before he brought it to his lips to bite down. As he chewed, his thick throat moved and his jaw clenched. He opened his mouth again to bite into the bun before wiping at his mouth with one powerful arm. Serene felt her legs trembling as she stalked over to him
"You seem to like eating a lot, Lachlan!"
He stared at her in confusion, pausing.
"You're a servant but you seem like the type who loves using his master's time to slack off!" she said, fuming.
"Do servants not need to eat?"
"Aren't you always eating?"
"This is the only time you've seen me eat."
"How many times a day do you eat?"
"Three times, as normal."
"Are you sure? With those muscles, you must eat way more."
"If you'll stop checking me out, then maybe you can ask around to see how often and how much I eat. Why does it matter anyway, Serene?"
"It's Your Ladyship!"
"Your Ladyship."
She huffed in anger. "That's it. I'm cutting your mealtimes down to twice a day."
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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