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“Oh, Adelbert,” I mewl around my makeshift gag as a shudder rolls through my body.
I redouble my effort, closing my eyes as one hand alternates between my breasts and the other furiously flicks my swollen clit.
Behind my eyelids, Adelbert leans down and swallows my cries as I break into a million pieces, coming on his fingers. My legs tremble and my back arches off the bed, pleasure coursing through my veins and shutting out the world. My arousal drips down between my legs in clear evidence of what I wish the male could really do to me.
This is the last time, I promise myself as my heart rate slows and I crawl beneath the covers. Alone.
Chat Log
Florence: Look how cute Sir Purrington looks here.
Florence:*photo*
Sadie: THE CUTEST!
Sadie: Look at my new shoes.
Sadie:*photo*
Florence: Love that for you! Glad your mate is spoiling you!
Sadie: I miss you.
Florence: I miss you too. So much.
Sadie: Do you think you can come to my store opening?
Florence: Don’t think so. Adelbert is preparing for a huge presentation. He can’t really get away.
Sadie: Should I ask Ev to ask him?
Florence: No, don’t. It’ll put too much pressure on him.
Florence: Send pics of your store progress!
Sadie: Only if you send pics of your Black Forest series.
Florence:*photo*
Sadie: GORGEOUS!!!!!!! These deserve to be in a gallery!
Sadie:*photo*
Florence: Love the aesthetics of the place. It’s soooo you! Can’t wait to see it in IRL one day.
Chapter eighteen
Florence
On yet another rainy day, I’m bundled up on the couch and staring at the dove-gray sky outside. Rain falls in a delicate pitter-patter against the window, the droplets’ rhythmic beat drowning out the continued grunts and muttered curses coming from Adelbert’s study.
I never ask what he’s doing in there and I never knock on his door. I vowed to myself not to ask him. I want him to trust me enough to tell me,ifhe wants to.
With my hands wrapped around my tea cup, my eyes track the racing drops on the window, following their silvery streaks, guessing who’ll make it to the bottom first. When two drops finish at the same time, I can’t keep a smile from quirking my lips and reflecting on my own loneliness.
In the evenings, Adelbert and I continue to have our joint dinners and we make polite conversation, keeping everything casual and not asking any more personal questions, subconsciously waiting for the bond to peter out. After his confession in the kitchen that night, I’ve been striving to give him even more space.
In contrast, Sir Purrington has been a steadfast companion and the affection he requires from me sates a little bit of the longing I have for physical touch. If it wasn’t for the cuddly cat, I might have cracked and attacked Adelbert with a hug by now.
