Page 43 of Lessons with the Mothman

I hadn't been the only one getting into costume since Elias left me. He stepped into the room and took my breath away, long black trousers gleaming, brass buttons on his waistcoat catching the light, gold and onyx cufflinks flashing. He was wearing a beautiful black tailcoat, and a shining top hat sat crookedly on his head, one antenna sitting at a jaunty angle like a feather.

My eyes widened as my lips twitched.

"Well. Stand up. Let me have a look at the pretty piece I spent a fortune on," Elias rumbled.

I rose up immediately, smoothing the drawers and then raising my arms from my sides slightly to offer him a spin, the carpet coarse against my bare feet.

"Mmm, very fine indeed," Elias purred.

It was just a part of the game, but the words made me warm with pleasure.

"Let me help you with your coat, sir," I said, trying hard not to laugh at the ease of falling into this role. It should've been even more absurd than playing a schoolgirl, and yet somehow it was more fun, the real Victoria falling away to make way for this fictional little coquette.

"There's a snap at the back of the collar," Elias said, and I paused in my approach, the rasp of his voice out of character. I nodded, realizing that was the real him guiding me, somewhat bashfully, in how to undress him.

His hands came to my shoulders as I unbuttoned his coat, thumbs rubbing away some of the chill from being so underdressed.

"Are you pleased with your purchase?" I asked.

"That will depend on how well you take instruction, my dear."

I shivered at that promise and ducked my head, teasing my fingers under the short hem of his coat, against the high waist of the trousers. Elias bowed slightly at the waist, offering me an easier reach to his collar. I lifted my arms up around his shoulders, arching slightly, and smiled when his gaze seemed to point directly to my painted nipples under the white silk.

"I'm eager to learn," I whispered into his ear.

Without warning, one of Elias's hands slid between my thighs, up into the opening of the drawers, stroking over my sex. I muffled a cry and fisted the collar of his coat as he rubbed at me gently.

"Oh, yes, you are, aren't you? That is good. I prefer my indulgences sweet rather than sour."

My knees bent, body trying to fall into those questing fingers, but I managed to unlatch the two halves of the coat collar, the heavy fabric falling suddenly from Elias's shoulders. He pulled away, tugging at the cuffs himself, and I staggered in place for a moment.

"Sit on the bed, darling. Spread your legs and show me that fresh little pussy of yours," Elias said, the casual roll of the explicit words leaving me dizzy.

I'd never really cared about dirty talk, mostly found it embarrassing, false. But thiswasfalse. We were playacting, and yet it made everything come easier.

I hopped up onto the bed, leaning back on my palms and spreading my legs open so the split drawers offered a framed view of my sex, russet curls peeking out.

Elias folded his coat and draped it over the stool by the vanity, his figure long and lean in front of me. His wings shielded his back from view, but I realized he must get his shirts andcoats tailored like halter tops to accommodate his wings, and the thought made me smile.

Elias dropped to his knees in front of my spread legs, and my smile faltered.

"What are you—Oh!" I gasped as he grasped my knees, pinning them open and then thrust his face against my sex, nuzzling there. "Eli—sir!"

"Nothing like a good clean cunny, untouched. Mmm," Elias purred, mouth burrowing against my pussy as I tried to squirm back. His fingers wrapped around the back of my knees, making me squeak, and he yanked me closer to his face, groaning into my cunt, licking there.

"Elias!" I cried, even as I bucked against his nose, rubbing myself over his open mouth, my head falling back.

He eased back, and I whined. "I thought I'd teach you to fondle me and suck me first, but I've decided I'll have to be a bit rough to start. Which means you need a bit of prepping, darling. And there's nothing that makes a honeypot sweeter than a good tongue-lashing."

I barked out a laugh, but it turned into a moan as Elias set to doing exactly that, his long tongue whipping back and forth over my sex. "Fuck. Fuck, put it—put it in again, sir," I pleaded, then shouted and collapsed back on the bed as he obeyed, thick, slick tongue delving into me.

Christ, it felt so good, swirling and petting inside of me like eager fingers. Nothing had felt this good since—I couldn't remember, not while I stared up at the carved roof of a vintage bed, humping Elias's face like my life depended on it, like I might just?—

I growled as he pulled away, starting to lift my head to tell him toget backto whatever it was he'd just been doing when two long fingers speared inside of me, making me scream and arch, thrashing on the velvet coverlet.

"Now, now, don't be greedy, darling. It's me that's paid for you, remember?" Elias purred, hot breath ghosting over my clit. My skin sizzled over my body, and all at once, the wispy undergarments were stifling. I reached for the hem of the chemise, lifting it to clutch at my own breasts but only making it as high as my ribs. "Oh no you don't," Elias snapped, grasping both my wrists in one hand. "You're my present to unwrap, you little slut."

I gaped at the words, my face hot as I choked on any possible reply. His thumb brushed over my clit in a brief cursory touch, but I quaked at the contact, freezing stiff as my core fluttered and flooded with arousal.

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