Chương 18: CH 18: My Grand Plan
{[Last Time in Tainted Desire]}
Much to my surprise, she suddenly stood up and removed her robe before returning to the task at hand, all while avoiding any eye contact. The appearance of the high-necked blouse and loose trousers was a bit disheartening, they were something that would be more appropriate for a grandmother with an excess amount of grandchildren, not on a bombshell like Fleur. Still, I made sure not to comment on it, busying myself with gently caressing her neck.
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After around quarter of an hour, she pulled back once more, the first sign of frustration and exhaustion on her face. She looked at me, the question clear in her expression. "Come on, honey," I said. "Your mouth is heavenly, but it's almost impossible to be properly aroused with the ugly clothing you are wearing. You might consider getting rid of them if you don't want to spend rest of the night here."
She looked at me, frustration and anger mixed on her face in equal amounts, then she spoke, her tone hesitant. "But I didn't bring any other clothes."
I didn't know what she expected me to do, but whatever it was, I wasn't inclined to give. "Tough luck, you needed to think that before your arrival. It seems to me that you need to make due with whatever is on you."
She seemed that she wasn't willing to listen to my advice, so her lips closed around my shaft once more as she returned her task, only to pull back again less than five minutes later. Still on her knees, she grabbed the edge of her blouse and pulled it off in one smooth motion, revealing a plain beige bra underneath, a dreadful piece of clothing that managed to detract even from Fleur's limitless beauty. Still, it was better than nothing, I noticed as she leaned forward once more, displaying a nicely framed cleavage.
I placed my hand back to her neck once again. This time, it evoked no reaction, signifying it was well past the time to escalate the situation once more. My hand slid down, comfortably resting on her delicate shoulder. Still, she was neutral to my movements until I started messing with one of her bra straps. Her hand moved up in an attempt to push it back, but I grabbed her wrist with my other hand, squeezing hard enough to leave a faint mark, while I slid the strap down. The fact that I was taking slow didn't mean I was willing to roll over for her pushbacks, and she should have learned that too if she was as smart as I thought she was. I had more direct ways to teach that lesson if she proved incapable of learning from simple hints.
Still, despite all the temptation, I held my hand back from plunging in the confines of her bra and mauling her delectable tits. Instead, I made sure to stand still as she continued to apply an increasingly heated blowjob. She wasn't aroused enough to forget everything, but I would feel safe to bet I wasn't the only one that was deriving satisfaction from the ongoing festivities.
I could feel myself getting nearer to release despite the potion I have ingested. I could have allowed her to continue until I filled her mouth with my seed. But I wanted to see more effort from her side. So, I suddenly raised my hand, and she pulled away. "That's enough for tonight, Mrs. Weasley."
"But you haven't climaxed yet," she said. I was happy to hear a tinge of disappointment in her tone. Almost invisible, but still there.
"Yes, Mrs. Weasley, I didn't, which is a failure on your part. Which is why we will be repeating this tomorrow." Her mouth opened in protest, but I held back her argument with a raised hand. "I distinctly remember telling you that you needed to provide a better service if you want to achieve safety of your husband, Mrs. Weasley." An expression of guilt, mixed with fear, passed over her eyes at the mention of her husband, and I continued. "And a successful service starts in presentation, which was objectively horrible. I wonder where did you find those clothes, maybe Molly Weasley." A spark of anger passed over her face at the mention of Weasley Matriarch, not surprising considering their strained relationship, strained even further with the detainment of William Weasley.
"Anyway," I continued, pulling her attention back to moment. "As I said, you will be here again tomorrow at 9 P.M., and I'm hoping to see progress. Otherwise, I have no choice but revise our agreement. Understood?"
"Yes," she said, but I could see tears gathering on the edge of her eyes. It must have been humiliating, to be dismissed as a failure after she suffered all that shame. She said nothing else as she pulled her clothes back on and walked out, apparating as soon as she took a step out of the door. I smiled with the satisfaction of another well-executed step in my grand plan.
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