Page 30 of The Lord of Whispers

I headed back to my plush bed, burrowing myself back under the fluffy covers. I excitedly opened the lid to find a gorgeous pair of stilettos, nude leather with fine details indicating that they were of a price I would have never been able to afford on my own. The spike of the heel was so thin it seemed unbelievable that it could support even my slight weight.

I pulled my legs out from under the white comforter and slid the stilettos onto my small feet. I stretched my legs out long, admiring how perfectly my new pumps fit and wondering when Jay had had time to arrange for the purchase of the gift.

As I got dressed, I decided to leave off my thigh-highs. Truthfully, I preferred to keep my bare legs. Coming from a coastal town, it was often too warm and humid for such suffocating undergarments, so I only wore them when they enhanced my outfit. Dressed in bare legs, my new heels, a tight stretchy knee-length blue skirt with a mid-thigh slit, and a cream-colored tank top that was much more sheer than anything I normally would have worn, I made my way to my day’s lessons.

Jay did not join me at breakfast. But when I walked into the library, I spotted him already entrenched in his duties. He quickly looked up at me as I entered the room. The glint of promises in his focused, steely gaze made my breath catch. By the time I moved to sit to his left at the long table we so often shared, his eyes were already back on his work.

After two hours of us working in near silence next to each other, I reached near the high lord for an old red leather-bound book, at least in part to draw his attention to me since we’d been working diligently that morning with no indication of anything but more reading to come. The high lord had stepped out of the library earlier for a half hour or so to receive a messenger, but otherwise, we’d sat in silence all morning.

As if seeing through my thinly veiled attempt and agreeing it was time to focus on morepressingmatters, Jay closed the notebook he had been writing in, definitively, with an audible clap that caused me to look over my shoulder, still half bent over the table. His large hand rested firmly on top of his book like he had glued it there to keep it from wandering.

His unrelenting gaze dropped to the new heels on my feet. The approval in his normally icy eyes felt hot on my skin. I did not break the silence as his carnal hunger filled the air between us. I was no longer bent over the table, but I did not take my chair again. I’d been successful in getting his attention, but now that I had it, I stood frozen, not sure what to do with it, as if paralyzed by the warmth that grew between my thighs under his gaze.

Jay saved me from having to decide. He placed his strong hands on each side of my hips, allowing his fingers to dig into the side of my ass as he smoothly tugged me to him, arranging me in his lap. His well-muscled left arm slipped around my waist as he moved his right hand to my bare thigh, using his thumb and forefinger to trace small circles on my skin.

“Alarie, my dear, you’ve done so well with your first lesson. Like everything else for you, it seems tocomenaturally to you,” he praised.

I had a hard time focusing on his words. The shapes he traced on my skin set off a tingling sensation between my thighs that pitched to an ache as he traced yet another circle on the sensitive skin inside my thigh.

“But there’s still a ways to go in your education. You see, when I say you are always to come for me, I meanalways, each and every time, no matter where we are, who may be around, or what distractions may be in play that day. Even when my duties take me away from the manor, as they often do, you will comefor me.”

“I…” I hesitated, thinking of what to say. “Yes, Jay,” I replied simply, through uneven breath, still not knowing exactly what he intended but wanting to find out.

A lopsided smile played across his face at the sound of his name on my lips. The look in his eyes said he would make me writhe with pleasure until I screamed it.

“Good answer, Alarie,” the high lord praised. “Short, sweet, and obedient, just like you,” he elaborated.

“I’m not obedient,” I retorted defensively, snapping out of my lust-filled trance.

Obedient had never been a word used to describe me. I was notoriously obstinate and anti-authoritarian. Growing up without a true parental figure had made me overly independent to the point that I chafed anytime anyone tried to tell me what to do.

Jay slightly raised his right eyebrow in response to my challenge. His hand tightened on my thigh, his fingertips leaving little white marks and causing a wave of fervor to shoot through my entire body.

“You will be when you’re with me, Alarie,” he replied, his tone leaving no room for argument.

If it had been anyone else, I would have railed against their attempt to dominate me. My entire life, I’d actively resisted anyone who tried to tell me what to do. But in that moment, I realized I’d been waiting my entire life for someone to come along whocouldtell me what to do and actually make me do it. Back home, there was no one who fit that bill. If anything, the boys my age were intimidated by me. But Jay, he blew right past my tough facade.

He waited expectantly for my reply.

“Yes, Jay,” I replied, a need I’d never known I had welling inside of me. A need even greater than my near-constant desire for independence. I felt myselfwantingto submit to my desire for him, wanting to submitto him.

He didn’t miss a beat, like he knew that there was no other possible answer I could have given.

“Starting right now, you’ll come for me.Twice,” he growled.

He lifted me off his lap, causing me to stand facing the table. With me wedged between his hard body and the table, he allowed his hardness to brush against the firmness of my ass. He moved his right leg between my legs, kicking my feet out and widening my stance, making room for himself. I gulped down air. Jay laid his hand on the back of my neck, gently but firmly pressing until I was bent in half, my breasts against the tabletop.

“I thought these heels would be the perfect height for this,” Jay reflected, sounding pleased with himself. He held onto my hips and ground his length against me.

I arched my lower back, trying to angle my ass toward what I felt, long and hard, pressing against me. Jay let out a growl of approval, then separated his body from mine so he could reach a hand up my skirt. He found my silky underwear and slid a finger under one side, hooking the string and pulling it down, allowing the stringy garment to fall to my ankles. And then he placed his warm hand on the inside of my thigh. Jay covered me in words of approbation as he felt the wetness that was no longer hidden by my undergarment begin to drip down the inside of my thigh.

“Always so wet, so ready. Alarie, I just love how damn wet you get for me,” he hummed as he began to play in the wetness circling the pinnacle at the top of me before moving back to my opening and then back and forth slowly until I released a moan, a plea of my urgency.

He placed a hand softly around the front of my throat, lifting me from the table so he could nip the side of my neck with his teeth. And then Jay plunged a finger inside of me, finding the aching knot within my core. I bowed against him, overtaken by the feeling of him inside of me. But he held me firmly pinned to the front of his body until I sunk into his strokes and began to move against his hand.

“That’s right. Don’t stop,” he demanded, his teeth grazing against my ear, sending a shiver skittering down my spine.

I bit at my bottom lip, muffling a moan. He quickly, roughly, pressed me back to the table again and added another finger to his taunting within me. The throbbing multiplied within me with his every stroke.

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