The Love of Lady Dimitrescu ((Completed))

Chapter Seven: The Games Goes On (+18)

Alcina is at work. Her desk in her study overlooks the lake near to the Dimitrescu estate. While working out a clerical error proportioned for, well, a woman nine feet tall Alcina catches a glimpse of something. Almost like a trail of smoke wafting across the back of her neck.

"Catalena," The countess' growl is deep and baritone.

A fading giggle answers back.

Setting her pen aside Alcina sighs and rubs her neck. Cool hands smooth down the back of her neck and fingers snake into the back of her hair.

This is far beyond the boundaries of a casual touch and thus completely violates the rules of their game, but neither is Alcina about to tell Catalena to stop stroking the sensitive skin at the back of her skull and down the base of her neck. Her teeth sink into her lip barely contains a soft moan as the cool hands move lower to massage her shoulders deep into the muscle. No one else would be strong enough to help break the tension.

Then, just as fast as the lavish attention began, it stops.

When Alcina turns to look for Catalena lurking watching her with silent glee the woman is nowhere to be found.

It's become quite the little game since Catalena has since worked out that Alcina is at her most susceptible when she's working, and thus interrupting said work is her usual method.

So when Catalena has gone all day being distinctly absent Alcina begins to worry. The phone rings.

"Mother Miranda."

"Alcina, I'd like to talk to you about your new pet."

"Pet?"

"Don't play dumb. The girl. The pale one."

"She is not a pet-"

Down by the lake, still very clear to Alcina's predatory eyes, is Catalena. Her back is to the window and she looks around almost nervously, seeming to be making sure she is alone.

"Whatever she is, I want to know."

"I was curious about that myself and I did some research," Alcina's voice trails off.

Of course usually mother Miranda would have her undivided attention. However now Catalena has sunk into the water and found a rocky perch. It's been several weeks since she's seen the young woman naked and this offers a particularly enticing, artistic view.

Sitting like a mermaid one hand is on the rock beneath her and Catalena's other hand is draped by her thigh. Or so it seemed. When she begins breathing faster and moving a little erratically Alcina comes to a heart pounding conclusion about what Catalena's other hand is actually doing.

The caution, making sure she was alone, being in the water where she's most comfortable, and now her hand so very close to her-

"Alcina I'm waiting."

"Uhm!" Alcina blinks a few times, begrudgingly tearing her gaze away, "She's from somewhere in Scottland or Ireland. Unfortunately she's proving to be very difficult to pin down for details. As best I can conclude she's a fairy-"

"Thank you, you've been most unhelpful. Goodbye."

"G-Bye-"

Haphazardly putting the phone back in the receiver Alcina completely fails at not looking too eager to check on Catalena.

The show is over, not that the irish fairy ever intended to put one on. Now she floats effortlessly on her back along the surface of the water. Alcina sits completely enraptured, eyes raking over the expanse of bare skin and how serene Catalena looks.

Far below the window Catalena smirks to herself. She figures the countess can see her well enough to see the smug expression on her face but she doesn't care now, her tactics have had the desired effect. Still, one can always be pushed further.

Ever so slowly Catalena's hands move up her body, trailing her fingertips like watercolor paint brushes along her skin. Finally both hands cup her breasts and she strokes them gently, sighing before moving her fingers to her peaks. She rolls them in well practiced circles around her fingertips and groans softly to herself. In her mind she's seduced Alcina into doing this for her, but for now her fingers will have to suffice.

Later that evening Alcina is woken by the sound of running water. It's not usually so loud but neither is someone usually taking a bath well after midnight. She dons her robe and slippers and goes to find the source.

As usual Alcina ducks through the door, but is shocked by the sight waiting to greet her.

Bathed in cold moonlight sitting wet on the side of a hot bath Catalena's dark eyes bore into the countess'. She looks dainty and soft and her cheeks are slightly flushed.

"What are you doing up at this late hour?" Alcina murmurs, drinking in the sight of Catalena's naked body and how the water gleams on her skin like the rarest of diamonds.

"Waiting for you. Whoever was on the phone distracted you earlier," Catalena slowly parts her legs, "I wanted you to see."

And Alcina does see altogether too well even in the dim light as Catalena slides her delicate fingers down from where they were tangled in her hair. Down her neck, over the curve of her breast, gliding past her navel, and finally dipping between her imperfect thighs.

As it so rarely does Alcina's breath catches. It's a soft sound but within the echoing confines of the bath chamber it's deafening. Her fingers curl slightly, itching to be those working in practiced circles.

Catalena doesn't break eye contact with the countess as she circles the sensitive pearl of flesh between her legs. She bites her lip between her sharp teeth, then gasps softly.

Alcina feels hot. Usually she runs cold, if anything, thanks to her poor circulation and huge body. Now she feels almost feverish, as though standing too close to a stove. Of course this could be blamed on the steaming bath, but they both know that's not it. She loosens her robe a bit around her neck and chest, and Catalena purrs.

"Would you let me see more of you, countess?"

A growl comes out first. A hungry, raw sound that Alcina swallows, "You're the only one brave enough, call me by my name."

"Alcina," Catalena groans as her fingers start to move quicker. Her hand moves lower and two fingers disappear inside. At the same time Alcina's hands ball into aching fists.

"Oh you wicked thing."

"Am I?" Catalena gasps breathlessly, moving her wet fingers back over her pearl and applying pressure that makes her thighs want to pinch together. Instead they twitch inward because she makes a conscious effort to keep her legs parted just wide enough. Too wide would be whorish and too narrow wouldn't give Alcina the lovely view she has.

Catalena leans her head back, exposing her throat as her back arches. She bites her lip again and moans, "Alcina."

"Catalena," Alcina groans.

"Alcina," Catalena moans louder, her fingers moving quickly now. Desperate for release she's given up on practiced circles and is swiping the tender flesh up and down relentlessly.

"Alcina."

The countess' mouth hangs open slightly and she pants watching a different glistening wet seep down Catalena's thighs.

"Alcina!"

There is something gorgeous about the raw tone in Catalena's voice. It's a tone Alcina hasn't heard in decades and it makes her eyes roll back in her head. A rush floods through her veins and Alcina leans back against the sink, sighing and catching her breath while her heart pounds away in her chest.

"Alcina," Catalena purrs, spreading her legs invitingly, "I'm all yours if you want to touch me."