𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Chapter 23 | Indulgence

It had been two hours since her last release.
Each time she squeezed my arm, I complied with the slowing down of the toy, denying her again and again and again.

We'd been walking through an empty meadow towards the library, one of the grandest in all of Cornwall. She'd told me how obsessive she was with books once. In our short time together, each night we were wrapped in my sheets, she'd read a story until one of us fell asleep.

I was often the first to fall asleep.

"What's your safe word Miri?" I asked for the third time, making sure that her haziness hadn't clouded her memory. It was imperative that she could stop this at any moment, especially considering the physical and emotional toil this would have been placing on her.

We'd listened to the playlist twice now, hand in hand.

"Delirium." She said confidently with a smile, holding onto my arm for dear life. "Good girl."

If I thought she was a sight before, she was heavenly now. Tears formed around her eyes, slightly smudging the perfectly laid eyeliner she had around her waterline. She was breathless and utterly consumed, and seeing her in my jacket made her all the more breathtaking.

"God Miri."

I could feel myself practically going to combust, but I knew I wouldn't be able to do anything about it now. At least, not until later.

I was planning on taking her home after this, to get her a new change of clothes before we headed out for dinner. Somewhere out of the city, away from lurking eyes that would devour this little secret of ours.

After all, she was an employee and my family employed her in the technical sense.

She begins to whimper again, slightly louder now that we're away from curious eyes. She holds onto my arm for dear life and I decide to completely turn off the object between her legs.

Her breathing quickened, she was practically panting now, holding onto the rims of my jacket.

She smells like me.

It was difficult to keep my composure.

"I won't ever stop telling you how beautiful you are." I looked down at her, to which she was focusing on the path.

"I know you don't really believe it about yourself but you are ... beautiful that is."

She looked up with those tired eyes, a smile forming on that gorgeous face of hers.

"Now take what I'm giving you okay?"

I upped the level of the object. One level to go.

Whining at the sudden change, her body seemed to quickly react whenever the last song played. Each time the tempo increased, or the rhythm slightly got deeper she'd tilt forward, only faintly.

Once we were through the meadow, the library was in plain sight.

Her eyes practically came out of their sockets at the five storey building, where describing it as historic couldn't quite do it justice. There was a floor above to purchase the books, where the rest was simply there was show and checkout.

Crossing the road, I traced my hand down her spine, to which she held onto my side as a response.

I hoped this made up for the inconvenience of my father, and I made a mental note to ask later.

Turning the object off, I allowed us to take in the old spines of the books as we walked down the aisles. It was a huge building, something like thousands upon thousands of books would have had to be installed just to fill the abundance of shelves.