Countess (Count Olaf x OC)

Part 9: The Dining Table

Author's Note: So I know I said updates would be regular again but it's been quite a few days since I last updated so as a gift, I decided to include some smut in this chapter!! 

Warning: Smut 🔥(Be gentle with critiques cuz it's my first time)

"Me?" I asked, confused.

"Yes you," He repeated.

"What about me?"

He smirked and leaned back in his chair. "About these thin, dainty, skilled fingers of yours, dear," He said, taking a hold of my hands to examine them. "I saw your skills on the piano twice yesterday, now I'm wondering what else they can do."

He stared at me intently and I flushed. "They can paint," I told him softly."And they can sew."

"Can they pleasure you?" He said boldly. "Can they satisfy your needs?"

My face flushed and I squirmed in his lap. I didn't know how to answer his question. I didn't even know what to make of his question.

"Pardon?"

Amused at my flustered state, Olaf grinned. "Do you want me to be more specific?" He asked me mockingly. "Do these fingers pump inside your c*nt and make you scream in pleasure? Are they that capable?"

I was lost for words. "I don't understand."

"Oh, I think you do understand me, Edith?" The Count said, his voice taking a more menacing tone. "I watched you and your bratty siblings at that lady's house earlier. I saw you deep in thought and how you kept blushing. Were you thinking about me, Edith?"

I stare into his shiny eyes, seeing all the things he could do to me.

"Yes," I answered honestly after a moment. "I was thinking of you."

He smirked and seemed satisfied with my submission. "What exactly were you thinking of, Edith?"

"How you kissed me," I replied, looking at his expression. "And how I wanted you to do it again."

The Count leaned forward and brought me closer to him and I willingly let him. "Do you truly want me to kiss you, Edith?" He asked tauntingly.

Having been speechless before because of this man, in a moment of either bravery or stupidity, I told him determinedly, "I want you to finger me right here and make me come on your fingers."

I relished the look of surprise on Olaf's face after I said that. My cheerful smile turned into a smirk. I grabbed the Count's face and kissed him hard. He kissed me back and his hands went to my waist and pulled me flush against him.

He broke the kiss and turned me so I was sitting on his lap facing the table. Count Olaf whispered in my ear, "You want me to put my fingers in your c*nt? You want me to make you come, Edith?"

My brain turned mushy at his words. "Yes, sir."

I watched his hand move towards the hem of my skirt. I saw it disappear and I suddenly gasped when I felt the tips of his fingers brush against my clothed clit. "Olaf!"

He chuckled and teased me through my underwear that was growing warm and damp. "You're already dripping for me, darling," He said huskily in my ear, his lips brushing the shell of it. "I'll have enough of your come on my fingers without even touching you if you keep this up."

I moaned and he moved my underwear aside and felt me bare. My back instinctively arched and he pulled me back against his chest.

The Count teased my entrance before slipping one finger inside my wet p*ssy, then a second one. As he used his thumb against my clit, I felt him press open-mouthed kisses to the skin of my neck, sucking harshly on the spot where my neck met my shoulder.