Warnings: Ok this has Knife Play D/s dynamics along with some light bondage. Use of pet names as well. Please wrap it before you tap it people. Of course, all my work is 18+ I do not consent for my work to be translated or posted on another website.
It has been far too long. Your skin craved to be touched. Your soul needed to be shattered. Ever since your husband died two years ago.
Only having your friends as your companions. Sure, being the richest widow did come with suitors. But being honest. What was needed was not another relationship. Moving on from the love of your life was not really an option.
The rumors started not too long after the funeral. How Jefferson was the cause of the murder. Being close to him would lead to your downfall nay your ruin. How his sin could tarnish your worth. What everyone didn’t realize was that Jefferson was the only one who has helped you through this time.
But not only that he was the one who introduced you to your husband.
Jefferson had been stopping by daily to have lunch or dinner with you all these days. For two years he would come to spend time with you and fill the companion void that you felt.
It was on one of these visits that you couldn’t contain your own needs anymore. Not like you were oblivious to the line of work he partook in. You knew he worked at The House of Tea and Jam. The house was well visited by various patrons. The reputation had spread far from the city where it was located in. Fully respected on how they treated their employees as well how they maintained the anonymity of their patrons.
As the dinner came to an end unable to just let Jefferson know what was on your mind. “Jefferson will you please stay for a nightcap?”
Being able to see how his gaze softened at the plea. His eyes seem to shimmer with something. But unable to pinpoint it. Then he spoke. “Hmm does the white rabbit want to break the social rules by keeping me in her home past a decent hour?”
At the tone of his voice the feeling of heat that has been long gone from your skin erupted. Like if lit by and inner fire that was long forgotten. As if on cue with the fire suddenly the ability to form proper thoughts went out the window. So, as the both of you sat just gazing at one another.
Once out of the stupor of the mind from what seemed to be weaved around the room.
“Yes, just for a moment I have something I would like to ask you.”
The smirk that he tried to contain played across his lips. without breaking eye contact he nodded slowly. They both rose from the table and walked to the sitting room where the stocked bar was. Going directly to the bar taking out the top shelf whiskey poured two separate servings. Walking his glass over to him. Once the amber color liquid filled you with a different heat did the courage finally come to ask him.
“I asked you to stay because I have a favor to ask of you.”
Taking a moment to gather the racing thoughts in your head. Half of them chastising for what you are about to ask. “I would like for you to introduce me to the Tea House.”
Watching how his aloof manner of sitting changed to full attention then how the blue of his eyes become nothing but a thin rim. How the muscles he had hidden under the fabric of his shirt strained the material.
The fibers of the shirt had to beg to stay together. That is when he spoke just above a whisper.
“Are you asking me little white rabbit to lead you down the path that there may not be a return from? Wanting me to show you down the winding road that may prove to be your downfall or salvation?”
Too focused on how he spoke not precisely his words. All that was able to do was answer his questions. Knowing that going back to how things have been these two years was not possible anymore. The yearning that was all consuming wouldn’t allow you to back down.
“Yes Jefferson. I can’t take it anymore the emptiness the yearning to feel something someone. The burning of my skin that can’t seemed to be quelled with anything anymore.”
That was all Jefferson needed to hear. In that instant he came to your side kneeling as he took your hands in his. Taking the moment just to enjoy the feeling of his skin next to yours.
“Ok I will take you. Will you allow me to choose who you will meet with my white rabbit? You trusted me once and you lived a happy life while it lasted.”
Memories came to the surface fond ones that brought nothing but happiness. That is all that was needed.
“Yes, choose who you think would be the best fit for me.”
Tension filled the room. As Jefferson contemplated you. Waiting for him to say or do something. Feeling of the heat come to the surface again. He stood then walked across the room to the hallway giving you his iconic smile.
“I will come for you tomorrow White Rabbit. Wear something that you have not worn outside before.”
With that he bowed and walked out of your home.
