angel of darkness (18+) WLW

part 12- Sneaking around

TW: Alcoholism, abuse


The next few days that I spend at adriennes manor help me feel more like a guest than a prisoner. We cross paths a few times a day, and I join her in her office around 7 every day. Sometimes we sit in silence and other times I just listen to her type on her keyboard.

However, tonight was different. When I walked into her office she was sitting upright at her desk... almost rigid

"adrienne is everything okay?"

"hm? Oh. Yes. Everything is quite fine"

She smiles unconvincingly and I roll my eyes shaking my head ever so slightly as I float down onto the couch adjacent her desk.

"whats wrong"

"Nothing you can help with."

It hurts me for some reason. What cant i help with?

"well do you want to go get some food? I think chef is making spagetti tonight"

"sure princess, you head downstairs. Ill be down in a few minutes"

The smell of garlic bread already flooding my senses so much I can almost taste it.

"okie dokie"

The door slowly pulls shut; i make sure not to slam it. The bruises on my neck are almost gone. The tenderness went away after a few days and I should be able to go back to the palace soon. It doesnt feel like home anymore.

Its chilly in here today and I stop by in my room before going down for dinner so I can change. I patter back to the staircase past adriennes room and I hear something. Of course I cant mind my own, and I creep up to her door trying to listen to what is happening.

"fuck. fuck. fuck"

Her breath is panting and her voice is going up. Is she hurt? I almost burst into the room but I hear her groan

"yes"

over and over.

It builds and builds and I finally cant contain myself. I look into her room through the slit of the cracked door to find her laying down on her back with her legs spread and hand between her thighs.

Hearing her make these sounds creates a warmth between my thighs that I can feel pooling. Curious at what shes doing I lower my hand under my gown and do what she does. I rub my finger around in the wetness and dip it into myself. I caress my warm core and my breath hitches when I feel something lite fire in my stomach.

I quickly pull my hand out from under my dress and I step back shocked at what I am seeing. Oh this is personal. Shes pleasuring herself. I should not be watching. Trying to stay as quiet at I can, I tippy toe away and bolt down the stairs to the kitchen.

Even though my cheeks are burning, a cold sweat is burning my skin

I can hear my heart in my ears but i ignore it. That was what pleasure feels like?

It was so warm
I want more.

as i sit down at the table to be served, i realized i didn't wash my hands. I didn't wash my hand. The hand that had been inside me.

My head retreats from my thoughts when i hear heels coming down the stairs.

When adrienne enters the dining room she is slightly flushed but other than that she looks perfectly in order. Not a hair out of place, not a wrinkle on her suit in sight.

She sits across from me like usual and starts serving herself. I cant help but look at her hand. The one that was inside her. What would it feel like if her hand was inside me?